Angela Montenegro had been waiting outside Dr. Brennan's locked office door for forty-five minutes, and she was getting impatient. Brennan was in a ridiculously long meeting with Agent Booth, and she 'could not be disturbed'.
"Dammit, sweetie. I'm trying to hook you up with the hottest babe in this entire shitty old place. The least you could do is let me in." Angela mumbled with annoyance, checking her watch for the umpteenth time.
Just then, as if Brennan had read her mind, the door opened and Booth walked out, looking preoccupied, as usual.
He completely ignored Angela's presence as he walked off, calling back over his shoulder, "Don't sweat it, Bones. I'll take care of it."
Angela sighed happily, glad that she could finally get her time slot with Brennan.
She walked into the room and sat down on the floor next to Temperance, who was going through a mass of jumbled papers, photos, files, and x-ray scans.
"Got a minute?" The artist asked. "Something I need to talk to you about."
"Yeah, what is it?" Bones asked absentmindedly, still looking intently at her papers.
"It's something I need to talk to all of you about, not just your sub-consciousness." Angela responded with a bit of her trademark attitude.
"UGH." Brennan groaned loudly, obviously annoyed at being distracted from her work. "Fine, you have all of me. What do you want?"
Angela smiled softly, humor teasing her lips as she observed her best friend's behavior. She'd always found it funny (and slightly sad) how Temperance's interests were greater for dead people than living ones.
Shaking herself from her reverie, she began to explain the reason for her visit.
"So, you know Y/N, the new-ish grad student?" Bones nodded, still disinterested. "Well, she doesn't really fit in around here, yet, so I was wondering if you, as the head anthropologist, would, maybe, talk to her a bit, show her the ropes, how things are done here."
Brennan stared at Angela, slight disbelief in her eyes.
"As you just said, Angela, I am the head anthropologist." Temperance began, annoyance stringing her words. "Do you really think I have the time to give some kid a tour?"
"First of all," Angela started, "she's not a kid. She's twenty-five, and even though you have the intellectual capacity of an immortal, you gotta remember, sweetie, you are only twenty-nine."
Bones sighed a sort of 'thanks for reminding me' type sigh.
"Second," Angela continued, "you have to get away from the work sometimes, honey. It's all you ever do. You are a human, you know, you social life is important, too."
At this, Brennan rolled her eyes and scoffed, but Angela could see the pain hidden under her façade.
"Why don't you ask Hodgins or Zack?" Temperance said as a last resort. "I'm sure they'd be more than happy to spend time with the hot new girl."
A mischievous smirk spread across Angela's face.
"So you admit, she's hot." The artist stated craftily, her smirk growing.
"Well, yeah, but-" Bones began, but was interrupted.
"Ha! I knew it!" Angela exclaimed, trapping Brennan in her own words.
"Knew what?" Temperance asked, genuinely confused.
Angela chuckled at Brennan's social incompetence.
"Sweetie, she's totally your type."
"What? No, no that's ridiculous. I-"
"Honey," Angela said sympathetically. "You don't have to pretend with me."
Bones was quiet for a moment. Then she sighed softly, letting her walls and barriers drop, if only for a moment.
"Alright." She whispered, as if all her gumption had been stolen. "I'll go talk to her."
Angela smiled, glad she'd finally broken through to her.
"But, Angela." Brennan said, seriousness coating her words. "This stays between you and me."
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Bonding Over Bones (Dr Temperance "Bones" Brennan x fem!reader book)
FanficYou've had a crush on your co-worker at the Jeffersonian, Dr Temperance Brennan, for a few months now. When Angela catches you staring at Brennan, she advises you to take a shot with the anthropologist. You're skeptical at first, but when Temperance...
