A/N - So this is it folks, the last chapter of Fighting For Angela. It has been a very cool ride with this story and I hope that you are all happy with the ending that is provided. I like this story for it's topic as well as with the ease it wrote itself. Thank you for all the reviews and encouragement. I am currently working on another Bones fanfiction, so keep your eye out for me! So read and tell me whatyou think...
Chapter Six – Slice Of Heaven
Things had not been going well. Temperance Brennan was distracted to the point where her work was suffering and she found herself thinking about Booth when she should be thinking about other, more important things.
"Brennan how does this look to you?"
Temperance nodded distractedly without looking up from her file.
"That's fine Angela."
"Brennan, look up would you?"
Temperance sighed and looked up and smiled slightly. Angela had drawn a picture of Temperance herself bent over her work.
"Haha Angela. Really funny."
"Ah but it is. It got you to smile now didn't it?"
She shook her head before lowering it back down to her work.
"He's waiting to talk to you."
"You know who. Booth has been pacing back and forth in front of the lab doors for ages and you're telling me that you never noticed?"
She had but she wasn't about to admit it.
"No I didn't. But you can send him in if you want."
Angela ignored the comment and sat in the seat across from her friend.
"I went and saw him the other day."
Temperance raised her head, her eyebrows high.
"Because I'm sick of this whole denial thing. You can't work, you barely eat and only god knows what your house looks like now. I want this sorted. So I went to see Booth and got the low down on his view of the situation."
"Everything you're feeling? He's doing the same. So talk to him before I kick both of your butts."
Angela left the office and Booth entered a few moments later. He closed the door behind him and stood awkwardly near it.
"You are allowed to sit, you know."
Booth gave her a tight smile and sat down in the desk where Angela was previously. There was that awful awkward silence again and it seemed to settle in every crevice, sucking out whatever determination that she had felt, thanks to Angela's telling off.
Booth looked around the room, as if trying to find a source for conversation.
"How have you been?"
Temperance sighed and felt the dam break within her. She hadn't seen him in over two weeks and all she wanted was some sort of reassurance that what they did was right and that they hadn't ruined anything, maybe even made it better. She didn't need denials, didn't need any false comfort. She needed him to be honest with her, to give her permission to break down or have some sort of hope for them.
"I'm not good Booth. Ever since we had sex, nothing feels right anymore. How are you?"
She could see the shock on his face, could see him swallow heavily as he tried to find words to say.
"Yeah about the same as you I guess. I'm sorry I never called you."
She shook her head.
"I'm not an idiot, I know how to use a phone too. I could have called you but I didn't."
Booth gave her a soft smile.
"I guess we both made mistakes here. I suppose Angela told you that she came to see me?"
"She told me that whatever I felt, you were going through the same. Is that true?"
Booth frowned at her, feeling confused.
"You could just ask me you know."
Temperance ran a hand over her hair, taking a deep breath.
"Of what you'll say I guess. You need to understand something about me Booth. I don't just sleep around; I respect myself too much to disregard my safety, emotional and physical. What we did, it happened for a reason. I just want you to know that I respect you regardless of what happens here."
"Bones, you're not making any sense."
Temperance let out another breath, getting frustrated with herself, with the situation.
"I just…you know what? I've never been here before and I have no idea what I'm meant to say or do."
Booth held up his hands.
"Well don't look at me, I don't know either. It's not like I do this all that often."
"Do you regret it?"
Booth shook his head, his voice soft.
"No I don't. Do you?"
Temperance stood and began to pace the room, deciding that keeping still was far too dangerous; it would be far too easy to look into his eyes and fall again.
"So where to from here?"
Booth's voice was low as she continued walking back and forth.
"It's up to you Bones. I want to be with you and you know that now."
Temperance turned to head back to the other side of the room and crashed into Booth, her head bumping his chin slightly.
"Ow, that hurt."
Temperance ran a finger over his chin lightly.
"No it didn't, you big baby."
Booth twisted some of her hair softly around his finger, stroking it with his thumb. She smelt exactly the same way she had that night, a sweet mixture of vanilla and orange.
"Do you want to be with me Temperance?"
She looked deep into his eyes, trying to find some sort of answer but only finding resolve and demand there.
Temperance could feel his breath hot on her cheek the same as that night in the motel, could smell his toothpaste and the freshness of his soap.
"Of hurting you."
Booth traced her mouth with the ball of his thumb.
"Don't be. I want to be with you. Whatever happens, happens. We can't do anything to change that."
This time, he moved first, resting his lips lightly on hers, his hands losing themselves in her hair. He kept kissing her till she started to respond, could feel her body pressing into his. He broke from their kiss and leant his forehead against hers.
"Do you want to be with me?"
Their mouths met again, this time in exploration and gentle caresses, rather then the almost violent urgency of their last encounter.
The pair jumped apart like guilty teenagers and turned to face the intruder. Angela had a wide smile on her face, one that matched Hodgins one perfectly, who stood close to her side in the doorway. They hadn't even noticed that the door was being opened and Temperance doubted they would have noticed if the world had stopped. He had that effect on her. Booth gave Angela a sweet, charming smile before he reached over and pushed the door closed with his foot. The pair had not other option but to jump out of the way as the door closed in their faces. He turned back to Temperance, the same smile on his face.
"Now where were we? Oh yes I think I remember."
He leaned forward and began to kiss her again, making her world stop and all the doubts in her head fade away. He had a talent for making her forget and for once, she didn't mind at all.
……………..Several Months Later
It had been months since Angela had seen him but every inch of him had raked a familiar path on her soul and she knew that as long as she lived he would be there in her memory.
"You sure you want to do this Angela? We an leave right now if you want to."
Angela shook her head at Booth.
"I have to do this. I have to close this chapter of my life completely and this is part of that chapter. Just kill him if he blinks or anything ok?"
Booth nodded and took his seat beside Temperance in the courtroom, watching carefully as Angela approached the bench and took her seat in the witness stand.
"Do you swear to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth so help you God?"
Angela could feel all the eyes of the people in the courtroom on her but she remained confident. She didn't need to be scared anymore, knew that she was stronger then James Samuels ever would be. Kate Fox, the lawyer that Angela had been working with in the last few months began to ask her the questions that they had been rehearsing.
"Tell us what happened that night Miss Montenegro."
Angela cleared her throat before speaking in a solid confident voice.
"I had finished work a little later then usual. We had been working hard on a set of child's bones and we all agreed that we wanted to put the extra hours in to make sure that child would be identified and sent back to his parents. So I left the office around 10pm and decided to make a quick stop at the ATM on Grove Road."
"And then what happened?"
"I knew that someone was standing behind me, I just presumed that they wanted to use the machine as well. So I put in my pin and took out the cash and put it in my wallet. I was just about to turn back to the car when I felt something hard hit me on the side of my head. It dazed me because the next thing I knew I was on my back in the alleyway."
Kate Fox paused at that point, picking up a heavy metal pipe in a clear evidence bag.
"I present to the jury the first piece of evidence your Honour. This heavy pipe was discovered at the scene of the attack and it was later found to be one that Mr. Samuels had detached from his mothers kitchen sink."
The judge made a note before nodding for Angela to continue.
"He began to tear at my clothes and he was inside of me. I fought back as hard as I could but he was beating me the entire time and I was beginning to lose strength when the homeless man came down the alleyway. After that I can't remember much else. I woke up in the hospital and gave my statement to the police."
"Ladies and gentleman of the jury all of the evidence collected at the scene and that on Miss Montenegro's person linked Mr. Samuels to her rape. There is no doubt that Mr. Samuels raped my client."
Kate sat down and Marcus Spencer, Samuels lawyer stood, doing up the buttons of his jacket in an entirely too relaxed manner.
"What were you wearing that night Miss Montenegro?"
"What were you wearing?"
Angela glanced at the judge who nodded.
"I was wearing a skirt and shirt."
"Describe them in detail for the jury please."
Kate jumped up.
"Objection your Honour. I fail to see how this is at all relevant."
Marcus gave the judge a slow smile.
"Bare with me your Honour, I promise I'll make it quick."
"Very well, I'll allow it. You have limited time though Mr. Spencer."
Marcus gave the judge a slight bow before turning his focus back on Angela.
"In detail please."
"It was a black skirt with rhinestones across the bottom and a black shirt with a white horse on the front."
"And how short was the skirt and shirt?"
"The skirt was knee length and the shirt was a little short, showing the barest hint of skin. Why does it matter?"
Marcus ignored her question, giving her another of his own.
"Do you often wear clothes like that?"
Kate jumped up again.
"Objection your Honour. He is giving the jury unsupportable evidence that my client asked for this to happen with a short skirt and shirt."
"Stop that line of questioning Mr Spencer. The victim is not on trial here, your client is."
"Yes your Honour. Miss Montenegro do you have a criminal record?"
"Yes I do. Everybody knows that."
"Arson, vandalism and shoplifting just to name a few. Some would believe that you make a habit out of lying and hurting others."
"I was young and stupid when I did those things. People grow up and change."
"I suppose they sometimes do. Do you make a habit of picking up men in bars?"
"No I do not."
"Well we have several men that say otherwise. Would say that you were promiscuous Miss Montenegro?"
"No I would not."
Angela's voice was starting to lose its confidence and so was she. She knew what had happened that night had nothing to do with the way that she dressed or anything she had done in her past. She was raped. She was the victim, not James Samuels. It felt like hours before the life invading questions finally stopped and she was allowed out of the witness box and she walked on unsteady legs to Temperance, who pulled her into a hug.
"I'm so proud of you."
Angela took a seat between Booth and Temperance, each clasping one of her hands tightly. Angela watched the rest of the trial with distracted unease. She wanted this to be over with. She had healed mentally and physically, all she needed now was for James Samuels to go away forever and she felt that she would truly be ok. While the jury was out, Temperance, Booth and Angela went to lunch but Angela could not eat. She watched as her lunch dates made lovey-dovey eyes at each other, holding hands under the table, struggling to be discreet. They had been that way since the very beginning. They had decided to keep the relationship out of the office but you would have to be a blind man not to see them constantly touching each other, making up stupid excuse's to go into Temperance's office. Booth's pager going off yanked Angela from her thoughts.
"Already? Isn't that a little fast?"
Booth shrugged and they walked back to the courtroom and took their original seats, standing again as the judge entered the room.
"Has the jury reached a verdict?"
"We have your Honour."
"What say you?"
"We find the defendant guilty of the rape of Angela Montenegro."
Angela could feel a smile start on her face as Booth jumped up and pumped his fist in the air.
"Please stand Mr Samuels"
Samuels stood and Angela could feel her stomach turn as she got another clear view of him. He looked clean and strangely enough, normal. He didn't seem to have any kind of expression on his face, just stared at the judge with cold eyes.
"You viciously attacked and raped a young woman before skipping the state to follow another to Nevada. You cannot be called a human on any basic scale and what you have done is unforgivable by everyone except God. And I hope you are a praying man, Mr. Samuels. Because where you are headed, you are going to need it. I sentence you to forty-five years in Fox River prison. No parole will be offered until the first twenty is served. Enjoy your time there Mr. Samuels."
The judge banged her gravel and left the courtroom and Samuels was lead away in handcuffs, guards flanking his sides.
"You did it Angela."
Booth kissed her on the cheek, pulling her into a bear hug, her face pressing against the shoulder of his suit. She felt truly happy for the first time in almost a year and now she could live her life again. And as Angela walked out of the courtroom, Booth on one side, Temperance on the other, she made herself a promise to make her life well worth living from now on. She had great friends, a job she loved and a roof over her head. What more could someone want? She might get married some day, have kids and maybe even be a grandmother. But for now it was enough to know that she could face anything, was strong enough to confront every woman's fear and survive.
Temperance and Booth both stopped mid-stride, their focus entirely on Angela.
"Wanna go to a movie? I really want to go and see Pirates of the Caribbean 2. Oh and Booth?"
Booth raised his eyebrows at her.
"It's your shout."
Angela laughed as Booth made a move to chase her, ducking behind a tree before hiding behind Temperance.
"Hey no fair. I don't want anything to do with this."
Booth tickled Temperance on the ribs till she gasped for breath, the tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Stop it Seeley! I mean it!"
Booth abandoned his attack on Temperance's ribs, focusing instead on catching Angela, who was a good few metres ahead of him now. He loved seeing two of his favourite people happy. And was glad that they could all finally relax now that Samuel James was gone for good.
"Hey Angela, if I buy the tickets are you going to buy the popcorn? Because I've seen how much you and Bones put away and I am not paying for that!"