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“Damn it.”
Angela was following Brennan and she was now reduced to hiding behind a plant with wheels that she had managed to station a few feet from Brennan‘s office. But she had moved and Angela couldn‘t see her anymore. When Angela had moved slightly, she had torn a few leaves off of it.
“Damn what?”
Angela jumped so high she knocked the pieces of paper that Cam was carrying onto the floor.
“Oh, sorry!” Angela quickly bent down to pick them up.
“What are te doing?” Cam asked, looking down at Angela, not bothering to help her.
Angela laughed nervously as she stood back up. “Who, me? I‘m picking up your files…” she made a face. “I’m watering the plants…” she lent over and picked up a watering can that she had also put there for back up.
“Alright, te know that te don’t have to do that, right?”
“Yeah, but… it’s nature, and nature is beauty, and this place is… big, and white, and…”
“You’re not being paid to water the plants, Angela. If I catch te around here again I’ll do… something - about it.”
“Ok, boss, something sounds scary. I better scadoodle…”
Cam hesitated.
“Scadoodle?”
Angela pulled a face and shrugged.
“Ok, te caught me. I’m spying on her because I think that her and Booth-”
“La-la-la-la-la.” Cam detto loudly. “I really don’t want to know. te think many things.” there was suddenly a great explosion and a round of applause. “Unlike others…” she started runing towards were the noise was coming from. “And no funny business, get to work!” she shouted behind her shoulder. Angela made sure that Cam had left when she pushed the plant closer to Brennan’s office.
She had tried doing it directly, but she had been ignored. She was ninety nine point nine percent sure that Brennan and Booth had slept together. All she needed was some evidence.
She knew that Booth had visited Brennan the precedente night because they had met on the way there.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of this.” he had told her. Um-hmm… sure.
Angela moved the plant pot a few inches closer to Brennan’s office. She could see her head now. She knew that this was ridiculous but she couldn’t really see any other way. She looked around once più and quickly stood up straight when she saw Booth coming. He paused once he walked past Angela and turned back.
“What… are te doing?”
Angela smiled. “I’m watering the plants.” she detto gleefully.
“Don’t te have people to do that?”
“They got arrested.”
“Are te being paid?”
“No… why would that matter? Look at this poor plant! It‘s dying here!” she pointed out the fact that there were leaves lying on the floor around it.
“Ok… I’m no squint, but they look like they’ve been ripped off.”
Angela feigned surprise. “Oh my god! te are totally right!” she smiled. “You are smart.”
Booth frowned.
“So, how did last night go?” Bingo. Booth immediately looked uncomfortable.
“Oh… um… it went fine. Nothing else really happened… please stop nodding. Nothing happened.” he assured her.
“You sure?”
“What?”
“Ok… Does she still want a baby?”
Booth blinked. “What?”
“That’s why te went.” Angela reminded him.
“Oh, yeah, um… she’s not really sure…”
“Seriously?” detto another voice.
“Oh god.” Booth muttered. Sweets had popped out of nowhere. “Hey Sweets! How te doing? All better? Good. I’ve got a case so I better be… not here.” he patted Sweets on the shoulder, hard, and left.
Angela smirked.
“How are you?” she asked him, not taking her eye off of Booth, how was smiling broadly as he entered Brennan’s office. She started moving over there casually.
“Oh, I’m all better, thanks… you’re not really listening, are you?”
“I’m sorry, I’m not. It’s just…” she turned back to Sweets reluctantly. “I think they might of slept together.”
Sweets mouth hung open. “Really? Wait, that’s nothing new, te always think that.”
“I know, but…” she ran back behind the plant as soon as she thought that Booth looked at her. “… this time I have evidence.” Sweets joined Angela behind the plant and they both watched.
“Do tell.”
“Well, this morning, Brennan came in late.”
Sweets waited. “And?”
“Well, she only ever comes in late when…”
“OK…”
“And, the strangest thing was that Booth came in exactly four minuti after her. Exactly. Too exact, if te ask me.”
Sweets nodded. “How much time have te been spending with Dr. Hodgins lately?”
Angela looked confused. “What? None! Nothings… going on…”
“Please, I just meant as friends. Your evidence is a bit paranoid.”
“Oh, Ok. That’s embarrassing.” she wheeled the plant closer.
“Now, why am I always the twelve anno old? You’re hiding behind a plant.” he stood up straight.
In Brennan’s office, Booth had stopped Brennan from talking.
“Bones, is it me, o is that plant moving…? - What the hell is Sweets doing hiding behind a plant?”
They watched as Angela’s hand reached up and dragged him back down again. Brennan just stared.
“What the-?” Booth and Brennan just stood there, watching. Sweets tried to stand up once più but Angela dragged him down again. This time, he staggered and fell, taking the plant down with him. Angela stood up to help him and casually stroked her hair, in a nothing’s-going-on-here kind of way. She saw Brennan and Booth, her face fell, but then she waved brightly. Cam came up with her arms folded, Hodgins behind her, covered in soot and wearing goggles.
Booth threw the case file on her sofa and looked at her partner, frowning. “Booth, I’m confused.”
“Me too, Bones…” he laughed. “Boy, I’m glad we can’t hear anything because Cam looks mad…” she did.
“She does.” they stayed there a while more, watching Sweets and Angela getting told off.
“This is fun.” Brennan smirked, watching the team form a small crowd. Angela was laughing nervously, Sweets was covered in dirt, Hodgins was covered in soot and was wearing melting plastic gloves, goggles and great big boots. Nigel Murray had joined and was smirking in the background. He was in the same state as Hodgins.
“It is.” Booth agreed. He looked at his partner but forgot why. Then he just realized that he liked looking at her. Brennan felt his eyes upon her and looked at him too, smiling. Brennan loved Booth’s smile and hoped to see it a lot. She had missed it. Booth liked knowing that she was his, and he was hers. They both lent in closer, unaware, until their faces were inches away from the others.
They suddenly realized what the were doing, looked at their feet, embarrassed and looked back to the scene reluctantly to see that something had changed.
The group was staring at them now, with their mouths hanging open. Angela, however, was smiling broadly.
“What - what are they saying?” Brennan asked.
Booth shifted uncomfortably, and Brennan did too.
“I um… I have a rough idea.”
“What?” she detto to the small wide-eyed crowd.
“Bones.”
“What? What are they looking at?” she shrugged at the team who were staring at them, as if waiting for something to happen.
“I think they’re looking at us, Bones.”
“Why would they…?” she cringed.
Booth waved at them sarcastically and they both turned their backs on the team.
“What should we do?” Booth whispered sideways at Brennan.
“Pretend we’re talking about the case.” she whispered back.
“But I left the case file on the sofa. I would have to face them again.”
“Ok, then, lets go over to your computer.”
“Ok.”
“Alright? On three. Pretend we’re talking about the case. One, two…”
“SO, the victim has been identified as…” she waited to be helped out as she sat down at her scrivania, reception and started typing random words, trying not to look at anyone else.
“He hasn’t been identified, Bones.” Booth whispered.
“Oh… but I thought we were pretending…?”
“Ok, forget it. Oh god.”
“What?”
“I just looked.”
“What are they doing?”
“They’re talking.”
“What’s so bad about that?”
“I don’t know… yet. Sweets is looking too smug.” Booth was whispering from out the side of his mouth.
“Why would he look smug?” Brennan asked.
“Because… he’s weird. What are te typing?”
“All the Bones in the body, from superiore, in alto to bottom.”
Booth stared. “What? Why?”
“It’s my thing, Booth.”
“Ok, whatever. Ugh.”
“What?”
“I think Hodgins just gave me a thumbs up.”
“Why?”
Booth immediately regretted sharing. “I don’t want to know.” he answered.
“Oh good.”
“What?” Brennan was getting irritated at having to hear Booth go ‘oh no’ and ‘ugh’ without knowing why, so she gave up pretending to work and looked. They were all leaving.
“I have a bad feeling.” Booth shifted.
“What, in your gut?”
“I think Angela’s going to wait for me to leave. Can te handle her?”
“I can handle anything.”
“Ok, Mrs. Modesty.” Booth teased.
Brennan didn‘t get it. “Why?”
“Ok, I’m leaving now.” he said, eyeing Angela, who was dying to come in. “No offence, I’ve got to go and look at the missing persons…” he added quickly.
“You’re sure that te have to leave? I like having te here.” Brennan admitted. It was a fact, not a confession.
“Come on, Bones, Angela is going to pee herself if she doesn’t come in soon.”
“In that case she should go to the bathroom. I don’t have a toilet in here. It would smell horrible.”
Booth looked at her pleadingly.
“Ok then, fine. Go.” Brennan dismissed him.
“I’ll be back soon.” he warned her. “Don’t talk about me too much.” Brennan smirked.
He was right. As soon as he was out of sight, Angela ran into Brennan’s office.
“Sweet-”
“Do te need to go to the toilet?”
Angela paused. “What? No. Why?”
“It‘s probably nothing.” Brennan arranged the files that were on her desk.
Angela smiled falsely. “Ok Sweetie, cut the crap.”
Brennan paused. “What? Cut the-?”
“The crap, Sweetie. It’s a term.”
“I don’t think so…”
“It is. Now… te slept together, didn’t you.” it wasn’t a question.
Brennan laughed falsely. “What a ludicrous idea. If I had slept with Booth the amount of times that te accused me of it…”
“You would be the happiest woman in the world. Like te are today.”
Brennan avoided eye contact. “I’m sure that there are many people that are happier than me.”
“Um-hmm.” Angela nodded. “Sure, whatever. Come on! te can’t lie to me Sweetie, I’ve got a radar for these kind of things.”
“Well, your radar has been wrong più than once.”
“I fixed it.”
“How?” Brennan stared, stubbornly awaiting an answer.
Angela decided to stop were that was going: away from the point.
“Brennan…” Brennan looked up at Angela who was putting her pout face on.
“Angela, nothing happened.”
“Oh, Ok then. That’s how it’s going to be, right? Well, just te know, I will find out everything.”
Brennan looked at her blankly. Angela nodded.
“Whatever.” she got up. “I will know!” she shouted behind her back. As soon as she left, Brennan smiled to herself. But then her smile faltered. She would tell her soon, just… not now.
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“Damn it.”
Angela was following Brennan and she was now reduced to hiding behind a plant with wheels that she had managed to station a few feet from Brennan‘s office. But she had moved and Angela couldn‘t see her anymore. When Angela had moved slightly, she had torn a few leaves off of it.
“Damn what?”
Angela jumped so high she knocked the pieces of paper that Cam was carrying onto the floor.
“Oh, sorry!” Angela quickly bent down to pick them up.
“What are te doing?” Cam asked, looking down at Angela, not bothering to help her.
Angela laughed nervously as she stood back up. “Who, me? I‘m picking up your files…” she made a face. “I’m watering the plants…” she lent over and picked up a watering can that she had also put there for back up.
“Alright, te know that te don’t have to do that, right?”
“Yeah, but… it’s nature, and nature is beauty, and this place is… big, and white, and…”
“You’re not being paid to water the plants, Angela. If I catch te around here again I’ll do… something - about it.”
“Ok, boss, something sounds scary. I better scadoodle…”
Cam hesitated.
“Scadoodle?”
Angela pulled a face and shrugged.
“Ok, te caught me. I’m spying on her because I think that her and Booth-”
“La-la-la-la-la.” Cam detto loudly. “I really don’t want to know. te think many things.” there was suddenly a great explosion and a round of applause. “Unlike others…” she started runing towards were the noise was coming from. “And no funny business, get to work!” she shouted behind her shoulder. Angela made sure that Cam had left when she pushed the plant closer to Brennan’s office.
She had tried doing it directly, but she had been ignored. She was ninety nine point nine percent sure that Brennan and Booth had slept together. All she needed was some evidence.
She knew that Booth had visited Brennan the precedente night because they had met on the way there.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of this.” he had told her. Um-hmm… sure.
Angela moved the plant pot a few inches closer to Brennan’s office. She could see her head now. She knew that this was ridiculous but she couldn’t really see any other way. She looked around once più and quickly stood up straight when she saw Booth coming. He paused once he walked past Angela and turned back.
“What… are te doing?”
Angela smiled. “I’m watering the plants.” she detto gleefully.
“Don’t te have people to do that?”
“They got arrested.”
“Are te being paid?”
“No… why would that matter? Look at this poor plant! It‘s dying here!” she pointed out the fact that there were leaves lying on the floor around it.
“Ok… I’m no squint, but they look like they’ve been ripped off.”
Angela feigned surprise. “Oh my god! te are totally right!” she smiled. “You are smart.”
Booth frowned.
“So, how did last night go?” Bingo. Booth immediately looked uncomfortable.
“Oh… um… it went fine. Nothing else really happened… please stop nodding. Nothing happened.” he assured her.
“You sure?”
“What?”
“Ok… Does she still want a baby?”
Booth blinked. “What?”
“That’s why te went.” Angela reminded him.
“Oh, yeah, um… she’s not really sure…”
“Seriously?” detto another voice.
“Oh god.” Booth muttered. Sweets had popped out of nowhere. “Hey Sweets! How te doing? All better? Good. I’ve got a case so I better be… not here.” he patted Sweets on the shoulder, hard, and left.
Angela smirked.
“How are you?” she asked him, not taking her eye off of Booth, how was smiling broadly as he entered Brennan’s office. She started moving over there casually.
“Oh, I’m all better, thanks… you’re not really listening, are you?”
“I’m sorry, I’m not. It’s just…” she turned back to Sweets reluctantly. “I think they might of slept together.”
Sweets mouth hung open. “Really? Wait, that’s nothing new, te always think that.”
“I know, but…” she ran back behind the plant as soon as she thought that Booth looked at her. “… this time I have evidence.” Sweets joined Angela behind the plant and they both watched.
“Do tell.”
“Well, this morning, Brennan came in late.”
Sweets waited. “And?”
“Well, she only ever comes in late when…”
“OK…”
“And, the strangest thing was that Booth came in exactly four minuti after her. Exactly. Too exact, if te ask me.”
Sweets nodded. “How much time have te been spending with Dr. Hodgins lately?”
Angela looked confused. “What? None! Nothings… going on…”
“Please, I just meant as friends. Your evidence is a bit paranoid.”
“Oh, Ok. That’s embarrassing.” she wheeled the plant closer.
“Now, why am I always the twelve anno old? You’re hiding behind a plant.” he stood up straight.
In Brennan’s office, Booth had stopped Brennan from talking.
“Bones, is it me, o is that plant moving…? - What the hell is Sweets doing hiding behind a plant?”
They watched as Angela’s hand reached up and dragged him back down again. Brennan just stared.
“What the-?” Booth and Brennan just stood there, watching. Sweets tried to stand up once più but Angela dragged him down again. This time, he staggered and fell, taking the plant down with him. Angela stood up to help him and casually stroked her hair, in a nothing’s-going-on-here kind of way. She saw Brennan and Booth, her face fell, but then she waved brightly. Cam came up with her arms folded, Hodgins behind her, covered in soot and wearing goggles.
Booth threw the case file on her sofa and looked at her partner, frowning. “Booth, I’m confused.”
“Me too, Bones…” he laughed. “Boy, I’m glad we can’t hear anything because Cam looks mad…” she did.
“She does.” they stayed there a while more, watching Sweets and Angela getting told off.
“This is fun.” Brennan smirked, watching the team form a small crowd. Angela was laughing nervously, Sweets was covered in dirt, Hodgins was covered in soot and was wearing melting plastic gloves, goggles and great big boots. Nigel Murray had joined and was smirking in the background. He was in the same state as Hodgins.
“It is.” Booth agreed. He looked at his partner but forgot why. Then he just realized that he liked looking at her. Brennan felt his eyes upon her and looked at him too, smiling. Brennan loved Booth’s smile and hoped to see it a lot. She had missed it. Booth liked knowing that she was his, and he was hers. They both lent in closer, unaware, until their faces were inches away from the others.
They suddenly realized what the were doing, looked at their feet, embarrassed and looked back to the scene reluctantly to see that something had changed.
The group was staring at them now, with their mouths hanging open. Angela, however, was smiling broadly.
“What - what are they saying?” Brennan asked.
Booth shifted uncomfortably, and Brennan did too.
“I um… I have a rough idea.”
“What?” she detto to the small wide-eyed crowd.
“Bones.”
“What? What are they looking at?” she shrugged at the team who were staring at them, as if waiting for something to happen.
“I think they’re looking at us, Bones.”
“Why would they…?” she cringed.
Booth waved at them sarcastically and they both turned their backs on the team.
“What should we do?” Booth whispered sideways at Brennan.
“Pretend we’re talking about the case.” she whispered back.
“But I left the case file on the sofa. I would have to face them again.”
“Ok, then, lets go over to your computer.”
“Ok.”
“Alright? On three. Pretend we’re talking about the case. One, two…”
“SO, the victim has been identified as…” she waited to be helped out as she sat down at her scrivania, reception and started typing random words, trying not to look at anyone else.
“He hasn’t been identified, Bones.” Booth whispered.
“Oh… but I thought we were pretending…?”
“Ok, forget it. Oh god.”
“What?”
“I just looked.”
“What are they doing?”
“They’re talking.”
“What’s so bad about that?”
“I don’t know… yet. Sweets is looking too smug.” Booth was whispering from out the side of his mouth.
“Why would he look smug?” Brennan asked.
“Because… he’s weird. What are te typing?”
“All the Bones in the body, from superiore, in alto to bottom.”
Booth stared. “What? Why?”
“It’s my thing, Booth.”
“Ok, whatever. Ugh.”
“What?”
“I think Hodgins just gave me a thumbs up.”
“Why?”
Booth immediately regretted sharing. “I don’t want to know.” he answered.
“Oh good.”
“What?” Brennan was getting irritated at having to hear Booth go ‘oh no’ and ‘ugh’ without knowing why, so she gave up pretending to work and looked. They were all leaving.
“I have a bad feeling.” Booth shifted.
“What, in your gut?”
“I think Angela’s going to wait for me to leave. Can te handle her?”
“I can handle anything.”
“Ok, Mrs. Modesty.” Booth teased.
Brennan didn‘t get it. “Why?”
“Ok, I’m leaving now.” he said, eyeing Angela, who was dying to come in. “No offence, I’ve got to go and look at the missing persons…” he added quickly.
“You’re sure that te have to leave? I like having te here.” Brennan admitted. It was a fact, not a confession.
“Come on, Bones, Angela is going to pee herself if she doesn’t come in soon.”
“In that case she should go to the bathroom. I don’t have a toilet in here. It would smell horrible.”
Booth looked at her pleadingly.
“Ok then, fine. Go.” Brennan dismissed him.
“I’ll be back soon.” he warned her. “Don’t talk about me too much.” Brennan smirked.
He was right. As soon as he was out of sight, Angela ran into Brennan’s office.
“Sweet-”
“Do te need to go to the toilet?”
Angela paused. “What? No. Why?”
“It‘s probably nothing.” Brennan arranged the files that were on her desk.
Angela smiled falsely. “Ok Sweetie, cut the crap.”
Brennan paused. “What? Cut the-?”
“The crap, Sweetie. It’s a term.”
“I don’t think so…”
“It is. Now… te slept together, didn’t you.” it wasn’t a question.
Brennan laughed falsely. “What a ludicrous idea. If I had slept with Booth the amount of times that te accused me of it…”
“You would be the happiest woman in the world. Like te are today.”
Brennan avoided eye contact. “I’m sure that there are many people that are happier than me.”
“Um-hmm.” Angela nodded. “Sure, whatever. Come on! te can’t lie to me Sweetie, I’ve got a radar for these kind of things.”
“Well, your radar has been wrong più than once.”
“I fixed it.”
“How?” Brennan stared, stubbornly awaiting an answer.
Angela decided to stop were that was going: away from the point.
“Brennan…” Brennan looked up at Angela who was putting her pout face on.
“Angela, nothing happened.”
“Oh, Ok then. That’s how it’s going to be, right? Well, just te know, I will find out everything.”
Brennan looked at her blankly. Angela nodded.
“Whatever.” she got up. “I will know!” she shouted behind her back. As soon as she left, Brennan smiled to herself. But then her smile faltered. She would tell her soon, just… not now.
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Thursday, May 14
Bones (8:00-9:00 PM ET/PT) – “The End in the Beginning” – Season Finale
In the season finale episode, a body is found murdered at “The Lab,” a popolare nightclub, and everyone is a suspect. In an unusual twist of storytelling, Brennan, Booth and the Jeffersonian team take on various roles outside their normal duties, including serving as the nightclub staff as well as local law enforcement. Mötley Crüe, Ryan O’Neal, Brendan Fehr and Eric Millegan guest-star.
Bones (8:00-9:00 PM ET/PT) – “The End in the Beginning” – Season Finale
In the season finale episode, a body is found murdered at “The Lab,” a popolare nightclub, and everyone is a suspect. In an unusual twist of storytelling, Brennan, Booth and the Jeffersonian team take on various roles outside their normal duties, including serving as the nightclub staff as well as local law enforcement. Mötley Crüe, Ryan O’Neal, Brendan Fehr and Eric Millegan guest-star.