Summary: She knew it had to end. Their relationship wasn't healthy, not completely, anyway.
Notes: Beta'd, I guess would be the right word, by goldpiece, because sometimes I run out of ideas.
It was like an addiction. Really, it was an addiction. The release of endorphins, the almost naughty feel. The absolute ecstasy that overcame with each taste, each sensation, each encounter. It was almost too much to handle. She craved it, and nothing else could take its place. But it was bad. So bad and so wrong. Even though it had started out so innocently. Her first experience when she'd been introduced.
Now she couldn't get enough and it was hurting her inside.
"I hate that you do this to me."
Silence. She hadn't expected an answer, there was never any talking between them.
She knew it had to end. Their relationship wasn't healthy, not completely, anyway. And she knew that if it continued someone was going to pay. Her work was getting affected, she was always on a buzz and it was getting harder and harder to hide. They'd all find out sooner or later.
"Don't look at me like that; you know it's for the best."
"Ange?" Brennan stood in the doorway.
"Oh, hi, sweetie." A hand discreetly hid any signs of her secret love; Brennan was the last person she wanted to find out about it.
"Were you talking to someone?"
"Oh, no, no one. I'm fine." She quickly checked to make sure it was completely out of sight.
"Well, okay. Can you come and start the facial reconstruction for this skull now?"
Angela nodded and waited for Brennan to leave before pulling out her addiction once more and staring it down.
"We're not done."
The chocolate still said nothing.