S01E02 - The Man in the SUV (03/06)
Fandom: Bones
Pairing: Seeley Booth/Zack Addy
Rating:T
Spoilers:The Man in the SUV
Series:Third story of Bones Revisited - Season 01
Summary:
My version of the second episode. Zack and Booth try to solve the crime while hiding their relationship from the rest of the squint squad. Contains slash.
Disclaimer: I do not own Joss Stone or any of her songs.
Author Notes: I change the character highlighted on each scene. Words in italic are their thoughts.
Skeleton Room is how I call that room where they analyze the deceased with more care.
The song used is 'Don't Know How' by Joss Stone.
Main characters in each scene are Seeley Booth (The Terrorist? and The Widow), Zack Addy (The Joke, The Identification, The Visitor and The Lunch), Angela Montenegro (The Deal) and Temperance Brennan (The Ballistics Report).
Chapter Two
In which there's a misunderstanding and more deals are made.
FBI Interrogation Room
Washington D.C.
Booth and Brennan were sitting across the table from the victim's brother and the victim's wife.
"You have made a mistake. It can't be my husband."
"My brother was no terrorist. He hated those people. Read his speeches."
"We aren't making any accusations."
"It's all over the news. It's all everyone is talking about."
How is that my fault?
"We can't control the press."
"How about your men? They've searched our house, talked to our friends!"
"Until we identify the body, we have to investigate."
"So identify the body. The longer you wait… Do you know what it's like for us?"
The anthropologist decided to talk:
"His body was fragmented by the blast. We're still retrieving pieces…" - Booth kicked her under the table. Brennan took a deep breath before changing her approach. - "I understand how difficult this is, not knowing. I'll work as quickly as I can to get you what you need. That's why I asked for his history. Where he grew up, any injuries from his youth, medical records."
"Of course." - The woman reached for a file inside her purse and handed it to Bones - "I brought what you asked for."
"Thank you." - Booth said at the same time his partner did.
"We lived just like you. We came to this country because we love it. We are Americans. It can't be Hamid. It just can't. My husband was not a terrorist."
I believe you.
Medical-Legal Lab
Jeffersonian Institute
"It could be a perchlorate. Would that be used in a bomb, Hodgins?"
"Yes, Zack. But this is a crystalline structure, aluminum-based."
"Okay, I'm back. How are we doing?"
"Thanks to the particulates I and Hodgins collected; I have his detergent brand, cologne and shampoo. He died a well-groomed man."- Zack handed
Bones a file.
"Thanks. Are the bones done yet?"
"I'll check Paul, John, George and Ringo."
"Did you just make a joke?"
"Booth said I should show more of myself every once in a while. Not only the science part. He gives out good advice."
It really is good advice.
"That he does."
Doctor Temperance Brennan's Office
Jeffersonian Institute
The owner of the office was on the floor pouring herself over files when her best friend entered.
"Hard at work? There's a shocker."
"I just saw his wife. She gave me his medical records, his photographs. Apparently he was ill. They were testing for lupus. Which would explain the face. Must've been painful."
"Look, I know that you needed help out there at the crime scene, and I wanted to, but…"
"It's okay, Ange. People are allowed to have feelings. Even me. To tell you the truth, I wanted to get away from there as much as you did."
Good to know you're taking my advice.
"You holding up okay?"
"His wife doesn't believe it was him. I've got to give her an ID."
"Whatever I can do."
"Yeah, I know."
"And about this weekend…"
"I don't know."
"Come on, I know this great club. We'll grab Zack, Booth, Hodgins and go."
"I'll still have these."- The anthropologist pointed to boxes of skeletons.
"Remains from World War I?"
"That's what the institute pays me for."
"Can't they wait one more weekend?"
"They've waited long enough."
"How about a deal? You'll go to the club with us-"
"Ange."
"And on Monday, me and Zack and Hodgins will help you figure out who these people were. Deal?"
I'm making a lot of deals these days.
Bones pondered about the deal for a moment before shaking her best friend's hand.
"Deal."
But if they work…
Zack knocked on the glass door.
"The bones are clean."
"I've gotta go."
"I'll be right here. Can I just borrow Zack for a second?"
"Will it take long?"
"Not at all."
"Ok then." - She left.
"Time to hold up my part of our deal."
"Tell me."
"I, Angela Pearly Gates Montenegro, am in love with Jack Hodgins."
"Was that so hard to admit?"
Yes. A lot. A little. Okay, no. It wasn't.
"No. Can you do me a favor?"
"Depends on what the favor is."
"Help Brennan with some bones. On Monday."
"Sure, I'll help."
"Thanks, Zack."
"No problem. Gotta run."
Skeleton Room
Jeffersonian Institute
"Comparing remains to details provided of Hamid Masruk. Age 37, of Afghani origin. Texture of pubic symphysis indicates age of bone is consistent with Masruk, as his height." - Dr. Brennan recorded the facts about the deceased.
"Complexity of cranial vault sutures matches the statistical probability of Eurasian descent."
"Very good, Zack."
"Too bad we can't tell why he did it. Isn't that what we all really want to know?"
According to Booth, Hamid didn't have any motive. And he was the head of the Arab-American Friendship League. I haven't found enough evidence to suggest that he blew himself up voluntarily. This may be a murder.
The anthropologist continued, acting as if her best friend hadn't interrupted:
"Uneven growth patterns in the vertebrae indicate malnourishment as a child."
"Consistent with the diet where Masruk was from. Probably evident on the calvarium?"
"Why don't you reconstruct the skull, check it out."
"My first cranial reconstruction."
I'm so excited!
"Evidence of multiple fractures at the bottoms of the feet. Consistent with methods of torture in Afghanistan and with Masruk's history. I'm convinced. We have a statistical match."
"So Masruk is the bomber?" - Agent Gibson asked the squint squad.
"Yes."
"What about the skull he's reconstructing?"
"This is an educational institution, he wants to learn. Is that okay with you? For a forensic ID, we have all we need. Now I'm doing the job I'm paid for and then I'll get this data to Booth."
"I'll take it."
"I don't think so. I'm Booth's partner. That's my deal."
"Doctor Brennan, I have jurisdiction."
"Then why don't I destroy my notes and I let you guarantee the identity of the remains?"
She and Angela left the room. Zack approached the only other person in the room:
"It's best just to ride it out. Like an earthquake."
Special Agent Seeley Booth's House
Washington D.C.
"Who could it be at this hour, Seeley?"
"Maybe it's your brother."
"Five days too early. And this is your house!"
Besides, he doesn't ring the doorbell.
"All right. Stay here; I'll see who it is."
"Seeley?"
"What is it, Zack?"
"Before you open the door, don't you think you should put on some clothes?"
"Oh. Right." - They kissed. - "Love you."
"Love you too. Now go."
The FBI agent left his lover in his room and went to get the door.
"Bones?"
"Yeah."
"Did we have an appointment?"
"No." - She entered the house. - "I just wanted to get this to you. It's him. Masruk is the bomber." - She gave him the file she'd been holding.
"I guess the wife didn't know her husband very well."
"I'll let you get back to-" Her cheeks reddened - "whoever you have in your bedroom."
"What are you talking about?"
"Your shirt is inside out. I'll be in the lab if you need me."
"I'll see you tomorrow, Bones."
She left and the FBI agent did as she said.
"Who was it?"
"Bones. She wanted to give me Masruk's file."
"Oh."
Both of their cell phones started ringing. (Zack's phone started to play Sour Times by Portishead).
"Zack Addy."
"Zack, could you come to the lab?"
Her voice sounded sad. I wonder why.
"Sure thing, Doctor Brennan."
"Agent Booth. I'll be right there, Santana."
They turned off their respective cell phones and got dressed.
"We'll continue this at another time."
"Agreed. Could you drop me off at the lab?"
"What about not arising suspicion?"
"Please? I don't drive and I didn't bring any money."
"Just get in the car."
"Gladly."
"Sorry for cutting our time short."
"You apologize too much for things that aren't your fault. I knew what I was agreeing to when I started seeing you, Seeley."
And it's worth it.
"Most people dating law enforcement officers aren't so understanding."
"I'm not most people."
"You certainly aren't."
Washington Field Office
Federal Bureau of Investigation
Booth took Zack to the Jeffersonian and told his (professional) partner that they were needed at the FBI.
"What is so funny?"
"I never figured you'd be in a relationship."
"Why? Do you think there's something wrong with me?"
"Not wrong. You have alpha-male attributes associated with a solitary existence. "
"Maybe I just found someone who I love and who loves me despite of those attributes."
"I'm happy for you. Relationships have anthropological meaning. No society can survive if sexual bonds aren't forged-"
I'm not really happy. I think Zack would be an ideal partner for Booth. He's going to be really sad when he finds out.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
A man walked over to the two of them.
"Booth, you got that ID?"
"Yeah, it was Masruk."
"That's too bad."
"He killed four people and injured another 15."
"The reports came back from ballistics. The explosives were under the car with a trigger connected to the odometer."
"Booth, what does that mean?"
"It means Zack was right. Masruk was murdered."
"So, he wasn't a terrorist."
"Somebody just tried to make him look like one. Any leads on who did it?"
"That's why we pay you, agent Booth."
FBI Interrogation Room
Washington D.C.
"We're very sorry, Mrs. Masruk."
"I told you Hamid was the victim, but you couldn't imagine a peace-loving Arab."
"That's not true."
"No? We must investigate everything; turn your house upside down because we believe your husband was a good man. Is that the truth?"
"No. They searched your house because Muslim extremists have declared war on the United States. Preliminary findings made your husband a suspect-"
"It's not Bureau policy to target or profile any ethnic group. I can understand why you're offended."
"I can't."
"Bones!"
"What? She's been a part of a criminal investigation. That's all. Her rights haven't been violated. It's unfortunate her husband's ethnicity is a factor, but to say that it isn't would be disingenuous. "
"I have to apologize for Doctor Brennan."
"It's fine, Mister Booth. Honesty is always a welcomed relief. So when can I bury him? When can I give him peace?"
"There are certain body parts still being examined. Other parts are still seared to-"
"I am sure Mrs. Masruk doesn't need to know the details."
"If I can retrieve more remains of her husband, Muslim law requires that I do."- The widow looked at the anthropologist for an explanation as to why she knew that. - "I spent some time in Iraq identifying bodies. I'll give you whatever I can so that he can be purified for burial."
That must've been some trip.
"Thank you. Is that all?"
"One last thing. A few calls were made to his cell phone from your house minutes before the blast."
"Yes. We argued. It was a family matter. My final words to him were words of anger."
A family matter? Smells fishy.
"I'm very sorry. It must be very painful."
She smiled sadly and left. Booth looked at his partner and said:
"I think she's having an affair."
The Chinese Restaurant
Washington D.C.
Brennan and Booth entered the restaurant (where Zack and Angela were eating) arguing:
"She was having an affair."
Seeley?
"That's an offensive assumption."
That is Doctor Brennan. No doubt about it.
"I'm sorry, but all the signs are there."
"You can't make wild accusations based on a feeling."
"It's more than a feeling, Bones. You know how you squints find evidence looking at bones? I find evidence looking at people."
I do that as well.
"The evidence we find is empirical. Your evidence is conjecture."
"She dyed her hair; she lost weight, used Botox. She's still feeling guilty over their last fight."
"You are an insufferable, arrogant man!"
No, he isn't!
Angela Turned to Zack and said:
"Let's go talk to them. She's screaming with your man."
"My what? Angela!" - She pulled his arm and moved closer to the fight. Booth was saying something about women and understanding them when his
lover sat down next to him and Angela sat down next to Bones.
"Hey, guys."
"Angela, help me out here. Don't women want us to understand them?"
"Not really. A magician never wants to reveal her tricks."
"So, you think you know women just because you live with one?"
That's why she sounded so sad. She really wants me and Seeley together.
"You live with a woman?"- Angela sounded shocked.
"No, I don't."
No, he doesn't.
"He thinks just because Masruk's wife had a makeover, she was cheating on her husband."
"I'm with him."
"There is no concrete proof."
"Dr. Brennan, I think this is like a statistical match. There are signs, but we could still be wrong."
The anthropologist turned to the agent: "Couldn't you have said that? And if you were so sure, why didn't you confront her?"
"If her boyfriend was involved, she'd warn him."
"Very good, Zack."
"I'm a constant surprise."
"All right. I will be in the lab getting us some real data. And Zack and Angela are coming with me."
"I haven't finished my meal."
"I want to know more about Booth's mystery woman." - Zack pulled his quirky friend aside and whispered in a sad voice:
"Angela, please don't. I really don't want to know about her."
"Okay, Zack" - She turned to Brennan: "Let's go, Tempe."
The anthropologist figured out why Angela stopped grilling Booth and smiled sadly. She touched her assistant's shoulder lightly.
"Enjoy your lunch."
And just like that, they left.
I knew that was going to work.
"We are going to have to tell Angela. She's not going to let this go."
"I know. By her reaction, I guess you've told Bones."
"Yeah. And Ange admitted her feelings to me."
"Are the two of them really gone?"
"Yes. By my calculations they aren't on this street anymore."
"Good." - Booth raised Zack's face with his hand and kissed him. - "I've been wanting to do that all day."
"Me too. You know, if we tell them we'll get to do this way more."
"Stop tempting me."
"You love it."
"Yeah, I do. We'll tell them after this case."
Zack started to hold the hand of the man he loved.
"I'm really happy, Seeley."
"So am I, Zack."
The squint started to whisper into the agent's ear:
"I'm feelings butterflies. And I can't escape. And it's like a rush that's coming over me. The sight of you just takes me away."
Booth smiled recognizing the song. He started to sing softly:
"Boy, you're so fine. And I wanna tell you so. I'm much too shy. I wanna make you mine."
"I'm already yours, Seeley."
"Likewise."
Pairing: Seeley Booth/Zack Addy
Rating:T
Spoilers:The Man in the SUV
Series:Third story of Bones Revisited - Season 01
Summary:
My version of the second episode. Zack and Booth try to solve the crime while hiding their relationship from the rest of the squint squad. Contains slash.
Disclaimer: I do not own Joss Stone or any of her songs.
Author Notes: I change the character highlighted on each scene. Words in italic are their thoughts.
Skeleton Room is how I call that room where they analyze the deceased with more care.
The song used is 'Don't Know How' by Joss Stone.
Main characters in each scene are Seeley Booth (The Terrorist? and The Widow), Zack Addy (The Joke, The Identification, The Visitor and The Lunch), Angela Montenegro (The Deal) and Temperance Brennan (The Ballistics Report).
Chapter Two
In which there's a misunderstanding and more deals are made.
FBI Interrogation Room
Washington D.C.
Booth and Brennan were sitting across the table from the victim's brother and the victim's wife.
"You have made a mistake. It can't be my husband."
"My brother was no terrorist. He hated those people. Read his speeches."
"We aren't making any accusations."
"It's all over the news. It's all everyone is talking about."
How is that my fault?
"We can't control the press."
"How about your men? They've searched our house, talked to our friends!"
"Until we identify the body, we have to investigate."
"So identify the body. The longer you wait… Do you know what it's like for us?"
The anthropologist decided to talk:
"His body was fragmented by the blast. We're still retrieving pieces…" - Booth kicked her under the table. Brennan took a deep breath before changing her approach. - "I understand how difficult this is, not knowing. I'll work as quickly as I can to get you what you need. That's why I asked for his history. Where he grew up, any injuries from his youth, medical records."
"Of course." - The woman reached for a file inside her purse and handed it to Bones - "I brought what you asked for."
"Thank you." - Booth said at the same time his partner did.
"We lived just like you. We came to this country because we love it. We are Americans. It can't be Hamid. It just can't. My husband was not a terrorist."
I believe you.
Medical-Legal Lab
Jeffersonian Institute
"It could be a perchlorate. Would that be used in a bomb, Hodgins?"
"Yes, Zack. But this is a crystalline structure, aluminum-based."
"Okay, I'm back. How are we doing?"
"Thanks to the particulates I and Hodgins collected; I have his detergent brand, cologne and shampoo. He died a well-groomed man."- Zack handed
Bones a file.
"Thanks. Are the bones done yet?"
"I'll check Paul, John, George and Ringo."
"Did you just make a joke?"
"Booth said I should show more of myself every once in a while. Not only the science part. He gives out good advice."
It really is good advice.
"That he does."
Doctor Temperance Brennan's Office
Jeffersonian Institute
The owner of the office was on the floor pouring herself over files when her best friend entered.
"Hard at work? There's a shocker."
"I just saw his wife. She gave me his medical records, his photographs. Apparently he was ill. They were testing for lupus. Which would explain the face. Must've been painful."
"Look, I know that you needed help out there at the crime scene, and I wanted to, but…"
"It's okay, Ange. People are allowed to have feelings. Even me. To tell you the truth, I wanted to get away from there as much as you did."
Good to know you're taking my advice.
"You holding up okay?"
"His wife doesn't believe it was him. I've got to give her an ID."
"Whatever I can do."
"Yeah, I know."
"And about this weekend…"
"I don't know."
"Come on, I know this great club. We'll grab Zack, Booth, Hodgins and go."
"I'll still have these."- The anthropologist pointed to boxes of skeletons.
"Remains from World War I?"
"That's what the institute pays me for."
"Can't they wait one more weekend?"
"They've waited long enough."
"How about a deal? You'll go to the club with us-"
"Ange."
"And on Monday, me and Zack and Hodgins will help you figure out who these people were. Deal?"
I'm making a lot of deals these days.
Bones pondered about the deal for a moment before shaking her best friend's hand.
"Deal."
But if they work…
Zack knocked on the glass door.
"The bones are clean."
"I've gotta go."
"I'll be right here. Can I just borrow Zack for a second?"
"Will it take long?"
"Not at all."
"Ok then." - She left.
"Time to hold up my part of our deal."
"Tell me."
"I, Angela Pearly Gates Montenegro, am in love with Jack Hodgins."
"Was that so hard to admit?"
Yes. A lot. A little. Okay, no. It wasn't.
"No. Can you do me a favor?"
"Depends on what the favor is."
"Help Brennan with some bones. On Monday."
"Sure, I'll help."
"Thanks, Zack."
"No problem. Gotta run."
Skeleton Room
Jeffersonian Institute
"Comparing remains to details provided of Hamid Masruk. Age 37, of Afghani origin. Texture of pubic symphysis indicates age of bone is consistent with Masruk, as his height." - Dr. Brennan recorded the facts about the deceased.
"Complexity of cranial vault sutures matches the statistical probability of Eurasian descent."
"Very good, Zack."
"Too bad we can't tell why he did it. Isn't that what we all really want to know?"
According to Booth, Hamid didn't have any motive. And he was the head of the Arab-American Friendship League. I haven't found enough evidence to suggest that he blew himself up voluntarily. This may be a murder.
The anthropologist continued, acting as if her best friend hadn't interrupted:
"Uneven growth patterns in the vertebrae indicate malnourishment as a child."
"Consistent with the diet where Masruk was from. Probably evident on the calvarium?"
"Why don't you reconstruct the skull, check it out."
"My first cranial reconstruction."
I'm so excited!
"Evidence of multiple fractures at the bottoms of the feet. Consistent with methods of torture in Afghanistan and with Masruk's history. I'm convinced. We have a statistical match."
"So Masruk is the bomber?" - Agent Gibson asked the squint squad.
"Yes."
"What about the skull he's reconstructing?"
"This is an educational institution, he wants to learn. Is that okay with you? For a forensic ID, we have all we need. Now I'm doing the job I'm paid for and then I'll get this data to Booth."
"I'll take it."
"I don't think so. I'm Booth's partner. That's my deal."
"Doctor Brennan, I have jurisdiction."
"Then why don't I destroy my notes and I let you guarantee the identity of the remains?"
She and Angela left the room. Zack approached the only other person in the room:
"It's best just to ride it out. Like an earthquake."
Special Agent Seeley Booth's House
Washington D.C.
"Who could it be at this hour, Seeley?"
"Maybe it's your brother."
"Five days too early. And this is your house!"
Besides, he doesn't ring the doorbell.
"All right. Stay here; I'll see who it is."
"Seeley?"
"What is it, Zack?"
"Before you open the door, don't you think you should put on some clothes?"
"Oh. Right." - They kissed. - "Love you."
"Love you too. Now go."
The FBI agent left his lover in his room and went to get the door.
"Bones?"
"Yeah."
"Did we have an appointment?"
"No." - She entered the house. - "I just wanted to get this to you. It's him. Masruk is the bomber." - She gave him the file she'd been holding.
"I guess the wife didn't know her husband very well."
"I'll let you get back to-" Her cheeks reddened - "whoever you have in your bedroom."
"What are you talking about?"
"Your shirt is inside out. I'll be in the lab if you need me."
"I'll see you tomorrow, Bones."
She left and the FBI agent did as she said.
"Who was it?"
"Bones. She wanted to give me Masruk's file."
"Oh."
Both of their cell phones started ringing. (Zack's phone started to play Sour Times by Portishead).
"Zack Addy."
"Zack, could you come to the lab?"
Her voice sounded sad. I wonder why.
"Sure thing, Doctor Brennan."
"Agent Booth. I'll be right there, Santana."
They turned off their respective cell phones and got dressed.
"We'll continue this at another time."
"Agreed. Could you drop me off at the lab?"
"What about not arising suspicion?"
"Please? I don't drive and I didn't bring any money."
"Just get in the car."
"Gladly."
"Sorry for cutting our time short."
"You apologize too much for things that aren't your fault. I knew what I was agreeing to when I started seeing you, Seeley."
And it's worth it.
"Most people dating law enforcement officers aren't so understanding."
"I'm not most people."
"You certainly aren't."
Washington Field Office
Federal Bureau of Investigation
Booth took Zack to the Jeffersonian and told his (professional) partner that they were needed at the FBI.
"What is so funny?"
"I never figured you'd be in a relationship."
"Why? Do you think there's something wrong with me?"
"Not wrong. You have alpha-male attributes associated with a solitary existence. "
"Maybe I just found someone who I love and who loves me despite of those attributes."
"I'm happy for you. Relationships have anthropological meaning. No society can survive if sexual bonds aren't forged-"
I'm not really happy. I think Zack would be an ideal partner for Booth. He's going to be really sad when he finds out.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
A man walked over to the two of them.
"Booth, you got that ID?"
"Yeah, it was Masruk."
"That's too bad."
"He killed four people and injured another 15."
"The reports came back from ballistics. The explosives were under the car with a trigger connected to the odometer."
"Booth, what does that mean?"
"It means Zack was right. Masruk was murdered."
"So, he wasn't a terrorist."
"Somebody just tried to make him look like one. Any leads on who did it?"
"That's why we pay you, agent Booth."
FBI Interrogation Room
Washington D.C.
"We're very sorry, Mrs. Masruk."
"I told you Hamid was the victim, but you couldn't imagine a peace-loving Arab."
"That's not true."
"No? We must investigate everything; turn your house upside down because we believe your husband was a good man. Is that the truth?"
"No. They searched your house because Muslim extremists have declared war on the United States. Preliminary findings made your husband a suspect-"
"It's not Bureau policy to target or profile any ethnic group. I can understand why you're offended."
"I can't."
"Bones!"
"What? She's been a part of a criminal investigation. That's all. Her rights haven't been violated. It's unfortunate her husband's ethnicity is a factor, but to say that it isn't would be disingenuous. "
"I have to apologize for Doctor Brennan."
"It's fine, Mister Booth. Honesty is always a welcomed relief. So when can I bury him? When can I give him peace?"
"There are certain body parts still being examined. Other parts are still seared to-"
"I am sure Mrs. Masruk doesn't need to know the details."
"If I can retrieve more remains of her husband, Muslim law requires that I do."- The widow looked at the anthropologist for an explanation as to why she knew that. - "I spent some time in Iraq identifying bodies. I'll give you whatever I can so that he can be purified for burial."
That must've been some trip.
"Thank you. Is that all?"
"One last thing. A few calls were made to his cell phone from your house minutes before the blast."
"Yes. We argued. It was a family matter. My final words to him were words of anger."
A family matter? Smells fishy.
"I'm very sorry. It must be very painful."
She smiled sadly and left. Booth looked at his partner and said:
"I think she's having an affair."
The Chinese Restaurant
Washington D.C.
Brennan and Booth entered the restaurant (where Zack and Angela were eating) arguing:
"She was having an affair."
Seeley?
"That's an offensive assumption."
That is Doctor Brennan. No doubt about it.
"I'm sorry, but all the signs are there."
"You can't make wild accusations based on a feeling."
"It's more than a feeling, Bones. You know how you squints find evidence looking at bones? I find evidence looking at people."
I do that as well.
"The evidence we find is empirical. Your evidence is conjecture."
"She dyed her hair; she lost weight, used Botox. She's still feeling guilty over their last fight."
"You are an insufferable, arrogant man!"
No, he isn't!
Angela Turned to Zack and said:
"Let's go talk to them. She's screaming with your man."
"My what? Angela!" - She pulled his arm and moved closer to the fight. Booth was saying something about women and understanding them when his
lover sat down next to him and Angela sat down next to Bones.
"Hey, guys."
"Angela, help me out here. Don't women want us to understand them?"
"Not really. A magician never wants to reveal her tricks."
"So, you think you know women just because you live with one?"
That's why she sounded so sad. She really wants me and Seeley together.
"You live with a woman?"- Angela sounded shocked.
"No, I don't."
No, he doesn't.
"He thinks just because Masruk's wife had a makeover, she was cheating on her husband."
"I'm with him."
"There is no concrete proof."
"Dr. Brennan, I think this is like a statistical match. There are signs, but we could still be wrong."
The anthropologist turned to the agent: "Couldn't you have said that? And if you were so sure, why didn't you confront her?"
"If her boyfriend was involved, she'd warn him."
"Very good, Zack."
"I'm a constant surprise."
"All right. I will be in the lab getting us some real data. And Zack and Angela are coming with me."
"I haven't finished my meal."
"I want to know more about Booth's mystery woman." - Zack pulled his quirky friend aside and whispered in a sad voice:
"Angela, please don't. I really don't want to know about her."
"Okay, Zack" - She turned to Brennan: "Let's go, Tempe."
The anthropologist figured out why Angela stopped grilling Booth and smiled sadly. She touched her assistant's shoulder lightly.
"Enjoy your lunch."
And just like that, they left.
I knew that was going to work.
"We are going to have to tell Angela. She's not going to let this go."
"I know. By her reaction, I guess you've told Bones."
"Yeah. And Ange admitted her feelings to me."
"Are the two of them really gone?"
"Yes. By my calculations they aren't on this street anymore."
"Good." - Booth raised Zack's face with his hand and kissed him. - "I've been wanting to do that all day."
"Me too. You know, if we tell them we'll get to do this way more."
"Stop tempting me."
"You love it."
"Yeah, I do. We'll tell them after this case."
Zack started to hold the hand of the man he loved.
"I'm really happy, Seeley."
"So am I, Zack."
The squint started to whisper into the agent's ear:
"I'm feelings butterflies. And I can't escape. And it's like a rush that's coming over me. The sight of you just takes me away."
Booth smiled recognizing the song. He started to sing softly:
"Boy, you're so fine. And I wanna tell you so. I'm much too shy. I wanna make you mine."
"I'm already yours, Seeley."
"Likewise."