Set in Season One
"Seriously, Sweetie...what've you got to lose?" Angela took a sip of her drink as she bobbed to the music. "He's very cute. Broad shoulders...those dimples….that smile...He's gorgeous."
Brennan was exasperated with Angela. "He's a Philistine!"
"A what? I don't understand." The DJ had cranked up the volume on the music. Angela leaned toward Brennan. "He's a what?"
"He's arrogant, smug, and conceited. He thinks he knows everything."
Angela smiled. "Sounds like someone else I know."
"Very funny." Brennan scowled. "The man is ignorant and insufferable."
"Yeah, but he's still very cute. You're the one who's always saying 'it's only sex.' Why not indulge in a tumble with him? I bet it'd be wonderful. I can just imagine what's under that crisp white shirt….." Angela sighed with a dreamy look in her eyes.
"Booth has a girlfriend, Angela."
"I bet you could fix that, Sweetie. You just need to flirt. You know...show off your figure a bit and bat your eyelashes…."
Brennan took another drink of her beer, trying to decide how to explain things to Angela. "I'm a female scientist in a traditionally male field. I don't want to jeopardize my standing as a respected forensic anthropologist for a one night stand with an FBI agent. I have professional standards to uphold."
"With all due respect, Brennan, that's garbage, and you know it. You don't want to indulge because you might like it more than you want to, and you want to keep people from getting too close. But if you're not interested, I'm gonna go for it. I wanna take a ride on the gorgeous train…."
Brennan scowled, but said, "Be my guest."
"Don't worry, Sweetie." Angela laughed. "I'll stay away from your man."
"He's not my man, Angela!"
"Maybe not now, but he will be some day…"