Booth was leaning back in his chair and lazily tossing up a tennis ball when she entered his office, rapping lightly on the doorframe as she glided through wearing candy-apple-red Jimmy Choos and a black-and-white patterned wrap dress. As the ball fell, he fumbled to catch it while letting out a barely audible gasp, knocking over his pencil case in the process.

She fought back a smile as she took one of the seats opposite him.

"W-what are you doing here?" he stuttered, awkwardly gathering the spilt writing utensils together and dumping them back into the case, "shouldn't you be at the lab doing squint stuff?"

"It's my lunch break. I thought I'd drop by and have a little chat with you."

She crossed her legs while Booth settled back into his office recliner and raised his eyebrows, reclaiming some of his lost composure.

"Hm. You thought we'd have a little chat."

She shifted a little uneasily, and tossed her hair back, "Yes. I wanted to talk to you about what happened the other day at the lab."

"Does Bones know you're here?" he asked, throwing up the ball and catching it again with one swift movement.

Angela eyed him quizzically for a moment before shaking her head, "She doesn't want to discuss it, but I'm not going to sit back and let you guys forget that this ever happened."

Booth sighed and a brief silence fell between them. He seemed to be choosing his words carefully.

"I'm not sure exactly what I meant by it, Ange-"

She leaned forward, skeptically lifting an eyebrow.

"Bull."

He gritted his teeth and hissed out, "Alright, so I know what I meant. But that doesn't change anything; she still doesn't feel the same way."

Angela smiled knowingly, "Sweetie, come on. It's totally obvious that she's crazy about you!"

Scoffing, he straightened his tie, "I don't think I want to have this conversation with you, Ange- no offense. You know the way out, right?"

"Listen. I know that it's scary for both of you; admitting that things aren't exactly as they appear. But life could get a whole lot better for you two if you just let things happen…"

"I think that's enough, Montenegro. I'll see you back at the lab for an update on the evidence, okay?"

Angela groaned.

"Has anyone ever told the both of you that you're completely impossible to talk to? If something doesn't fit into your own little bubble you fight crazy-hard to keep it from affecting you. Why don't you just admit that you guys love each other? All of the people who know you both will be so relieved."

She was still talking as he ushered her back through the doors to his office, and she didn't seem to mind that he was nodding absently along with her speech, not hearing a single word.

"I'll see you later, okay? Tell Bones I said hi."

As the door closed in her face and the blinds closed soon after, Angela stood looking at the plate-glass window for a few moments with a stunned, disappointed look on her face before trudging off dejectedly in the general direction of the elevators.

* * *

Lying awake the night after Angela's visit, Booth wondered if she had been right.

After years of working next to Bones platonically, it was hard to imagine that a little kiss could introduce so many suppressed and long-forgotten feelings, but the thought of her lips against his still sent a shiver through him, and he still felt warm whenever she was in the same room. As he turned onto his back, sighing and looking at his glowing red alarm clock that read '3:45am', he couldn't help but wonder if she was still awake too, thinking of him.

She had, after all, kissed back. She had to be going through some sort of logical reasoning to explain the heat between them, telling herself that it was just the synapses in the brain that had triggered the reaction she'd given to the impromptu make-out session. He smirked, imagining her train of thought. With another sigh and another turn, Booth sat up, letting his feet fall onto the floor and reaching for the phone.

AN: It's been a long time, I know. Let me know what you think!