Monday morning, bright and early, Brennan entered the Jeffersonian Institute.
She walked straight through the doors, past her office and into the office next to it, knowing that she was really chancing her arm.
Although, to her astonishment, her best friend was in there sitting at her desk.
“What are you doing here?” she asked Angela, shock coming through in her voice.
“Uh, Sweetie. This is my office.”
“Yes, Angela. I’m aware. I just meant you’re not usually here this early.”
“Right. Well, see I left early Friday to go to this club. This truly amazing club and I decided to come in early today to make up for it. Which, it turns out, was a complete waste of time ‘cause there’s absolutely nothing for me to do.”
“Ange, I really need to talk” said Brennan. Angela looked up and saw her serious gaze.
“Look, Sweetie. I’m sorry I left early on Friday. Really I am, I know you wanted me to stay but I just really needed a break…”
“I’m not talking about that.”
“Really?” Angela replied. “Okay then. Good.” A wave of relief washing over her. “So, what is it?”
“It’s about Booth.”
“Finally!” Angela said with a smile forming on her face. “You had sex with Booth?”
“What? No!” Brennan replied shocked at the question, “What would make you think that?”
“I don’t know. You, coming here all serious, wanting to talk about him.”
“No, nothing like that’s happened.”
“Then what? C’mon Honey. Spit it out.”
Brennan hesitated. By talking about what she had felt, it would somehow make it real.
“Booth and I were going over the case on Friday and we were eating Thai food then he asked me to pass the chicken sauce. Not the curry, you know that other sweet sauce…?”
“Okay, Bren. You’re losing me here. You know, Monday morning.”
“When I passed him the container, our hands touched and I felt… something.”
“Something? Something like what?” asked Angela, suddenly interested.
“You know. Like a…” Brennan tried to search for the right word, but Angela bet her to it.
“A spark?” she asked, raising her eyebrows.
“Yes, exactly!”
Angela stood up and walked over to her.
“Okay, so you felt a spark. Then what?”
“Then I went home.”
“Why!?”
“What do you mean why?”
“Brennan. A spark means an attraction. Why didn’t you, you know, pursue it?”
“Ange, Booth is my partner. I can’t just start sleeping with him. That would change our whole relationship.”
“Yes, it would make it a lot more pleasurable” Angela said with a smile.
“It would make it a lot more complex. We’re so different…” Brennan thought of their disagreement over the case.
“Listen, Sweetie. The universe wants you to together. You should listen to it.”
“That’s ridiculous. The universe has no real concern for me.”
“Okay, well let me ask you something. Have you ever felt any ‘spark’ with Booth before?”
“Well, yes.” Brennan replied. “I guess when we first met.” Brennan thought of that incident at the bar.
“And now you feel it again. Don’t you think it’s time?”
“What about our partnership? What if something happens and…”
“My advice.” Angela told her “is to pursue it and see how it goes. I want details.”
She turned around and walked back to her desk.
She walked straight through the doors, past her office and into the office next to it, knowing that she was really chancing her arm.
Although, to her astonishment, her best friend was in there sitting at her desk.
“What are you doing here?” she asked Angela, shock coming through in her voice.
“Uh, Sweetie. This is my office.”
“Yes, Angela. I’m aware. I just meant you’re not usually here this early.”
“Right. Well, see I left early Friday to go to this club. This truly amazing club and I decided to come in early today to make up for it. Which, it turns out, was a complete waste of time ‘cause there’s absolutely nothing for me to do.”
“Ange, I really need to talk” said Brennan. Angela looked up and saw her serious gaze.
“Look, Sweetie. I’m sorry I left early on Friday. Really I am, I know you wanted me to stay but I just really needed a break…”
“I’m not talking about that.”
“Really?” Angela replied. “Okay then. Good.” A wave of relief washing over her. “So, what is it?”
“It’s about Booth.”
“Finally!” Angela said with a smile forming on her face. “You had sex with Booth?”
“What? No!” Brennan replied shocked at the question, “What would make you think that?”
“I don’t know. You, coming here all serious, wanting to talk about him.”
“No, nothing like that’s happened.”
“Then what? C’mon Honey. Spit it out.”
Brennan hesitated. By talking about what she had felt, it would somehow make it real.
“Booth and I were going over the case on Friday and we were eating Thai food then he asked me to pass the chicken sauce. Not the curry, you know that other sweet sauce…?”
“Okay, Bren. You’re losing me here. You know, Monday morning.”
“When I passed him the container, our hands touched and I felt… something.”
“Something? Something like what?” asked Angela, suddenly interested.
“You know. Like a…” Brennan tried to search for the right word, but Angela bet her to it.
“A spark?” she asked, raising her eyebrows.
“Yes, exactly!”
Angela stood up and walked over to her.
“Okay, so you felt a spark. Then what?”
“Then I went home.”
“Why!?”
“What do you mean why?”
“Brennan. A spark means an attraction. Why didn’t you, you know, pursue it?”
“Ange, Booth is my partner. I can’t just start sleeping with him. That would change our whole relationship.”
“Yes, it would make it a lot more pleasurable” Angela said with a smile.
“It would make it a lot more complex. We’re so different…” Brennan thought of their disagreement over the case.
“Listen, Sweetie. The universe wants you to together. You should listen to it.”
“That’s ridiculous. The universe has no real concern for me.”
“Okay, well let me ask you something. Have you ever felt any ‘spark’ with Booth before?”
“Well, yes.” Brennan replied. “I guess when we first met.” Brennan thought of that incident at the bar.
“And now you feel it again. Don’t you think it’s time?”
“What about our partnership? What if something happens and…”
“My advice.” Angela told her “is to pursue it and see how it goes. I want details.”
She turned around and walked back to her desk.