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“When did this get so nerve wracking? They’ve done this lots of times before, why do I feel like I’m going to be sick?” I ask no one in particular as I pace the length of my office. I’m so tired of walking back forth and I think I may have worn a trail in my carpet. I throw myself into one of my chairs and glare at the smirk riding Jack’s face and the upturned eyebrow Sweets is giving me.

“Ang,” Jack’s voice is soft and teasing.

I stick my tongue out at him and fold my arms across my chest as my stomach does another somersault. Jack and I did it, we found what we hope is the last person involved with Gormogon. Three hours ago we managed to trace the signal on the bugs and tie it in to a masked IP address on the email.

A few minor violation of privacy law later and we had a name and an address, Chester Baxendale of Arlington Virginia. Such a ridiculously unoriginal name for someone who’s caused so much heartache.
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The sun shines down on me and my bench partner and the wraparound sunglasses I’m sporting block the majority of the glare. For a Monday morning in early June, it’s still pretty humid, but we’ll deal. I’m not really sure how Booth is handling that suit he’s wearing.

I look over and he grins at me. “So, you think we have a shot?” I ask, wringing my hands as they rest in my lap.

He attempts a shrug and says, “I don’t know. Caroline thinks that between her and Zack’s lawyer we can figure something out. Convince the judge that he was a victim.”
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I step out of Tempe’s car and fume, “I still don’t see why Booth thinks we need to be placed under protective detail.”

Tempe rolls her eyes at me and remotes her car locked. “Between Zack and the continued threat and as much as it can be a hindrance, I think it’s the best choice.”

I roll my eyes at her and fume silently. It’s been a bitch of a week. Between Jack and Tempe and Zack, I’m really at my wits end. Now with Booth wanting to protect “his people” we’ve all got our own mini goon squad.
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I stretch my neck and hear a succession of popping noises. Groaning, I swivel back to the computer terminal and swear to myself that I will never fall asleep on Tempe’s office couch again. A small grin ghost’s my features as I remember how I woke up this morning.

Last night Tempe and I stayed late going through things in the vault, comparing things side by side trying to figure out the mystery person we now know exists. Both of us passed out on her couch and this morning, despite the awkward position of my neck and the subsequent pain, I found myself wrapped up in her arms.

Again!
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The nurse looks at us through squinted eyes and scrunched brow, deciding on whether or not to believe our story. I put on my most serious professional face and Jack tries to look like the PhD. genius that he is. I wonder if she’s a breast woman, I could flash her and see what happens…

Of course, that didn’t work at the airport or the last two times I’ve tried it, boys just usually get stupid and the one girl…well, she was fun.

The nurse decides we look serious enough, despite the thoughts that are running through my head as she relents and nods towards Zack’s room. I smile graciously and say, “Thank you.”
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The heavy Latin hip-hop of Ozomatli sounds through my flat, providing the energy I need to finish off breakfast. I dance around my kitchen and pull pastries from the bag of the bakery down the street. I smirk as I hear the shower shut off and shake my head at how I ended up this morning, again. I took Tempe out to blow off some steam, let her cut lose, ‘cause we all know she doesn’t do it enough on her own. We fell into my apartment only a few hours ago, but damn if I didn’t wake up feeling like a million bucks with her arms and a leg wrapped around me as she snored softly.
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I groan and try to shift, but the weight resting firmly on top of me prevents me from doing anything except looking down to figure out what’s going on. Last night comes back to me as Temperance tilts her head up so that I can study her features.

Her brow, cheekbones and jaw line are exquisite.

I wonder if she’d let me draw her one day.

Probably not, but maybe if I begged…

I feel more than see how we’re lying together. She’s nestled between my thighs and our legs are wrapped together. Her arms hug my waist while one of my hands threads through her hair. Her pressure and warmth settle some of the issues I was having last night.
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The gate on my elevator rolls up and I step into the entryway of my home.  It’s quiet, like it always is.  It’s empty like it always is.  Usually, that’s just how I like it, the industrial feel of my apartment clashing with the deep, rich earth tones that I’ve decorated the place in, contrasting with the brick and concrete while blending in.  Making what should be a cold environment feel at once warm and relaxing. 

I slip my shoes off by the coat rack to my right and sigh, the thick oriental carpet padding my feet.   Walking into the living area, I hit the ‘play’ button on the answering machine.  Jack’s sweet voice plays for me, “Hey, Ang, look I know you said you wanted to be alone, but…if you need or no if you want, come by.  I’ll be here.”   I hit the delete button and reconsider being alone tonight.   

I need…

Bouncing on the balls of my feet, I try to figure that out.  I need to rewind this entire year and start it over.  For me… for Jack, Booth, Cam and Tempe.

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Story Intro: This was written for the Epic Proportions Event over on Ralst's website. That was posted so I'm just archiving here.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters associated with Bones or the series written by Kathy Reichs. Fox Television Network, Kathy Reichs and others do. No infringement is intended as I’m just mucking about for entertainment and a bit of recreational fun.

Fandom: Bones

Pairing: Angela/Temperance Brennan

Rating: PG-13ish to R

Summary: Takes place after the episode – A Pain in the Heart at the end of Season 3. Call it a fix on a crappy ending with a rushed plot line.

Spoiler or Other Information: Most of Season 3 and some of Season 4, if you haven’t seen it, then well, you’re going to be surprised at how the season ended right before the writers’ strike.

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