Series: All That Lies Between Us
Rating: T or PG-13 for a wee bit o' language
Characters: Angela, Hodgins, Booth, Brennan
Timeline: Season 3
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Brennan stopped saying, "Don't call me Bones," a while ago, and there's no reason why Booth keeps resting his hand at her back.
Angela knows love when she sees it; she sees it whenever she wakes to find Jack looking at her with those eyes she can never quite capture no matter how many shades of cobalt, manganese, thalo, and ultramarine she mixes in her palette.
They're arguing, and God, it really is hot, so she puts down her pencil, folds her arms over her chest, and stops to watch. It should be illegal to stand that close to someone you're not fucking, but there Booth stands, crowding her best friend with that big body of his and eyeing her like he wants to bend her over one of the stainless steel worktables.
She catches Jack's eye and tilts her head in their direction. "Check them out," she mouths, and he just smiles and shakes his head, curls dancing over his forehead.
A/N: I have no idea where this came from, and I'm not sure how I feel about it.
I think the next update will be for something longer.