A/N: This one is specially for GalaxieGurl - Thanks for all your support with all my stories and life beyond fanfic too. This chapter didn't completely follow what I expected when I started it for you (do they ever?), but I hope you (and the handful of others who asked for a little more) find it enjoyable.

Disclaimer: I own nothing Bones related except my imagination.

Drs. Cam Saroyan and Jack Hodgins had remained at the crime scene for a bit after Booth and Brennan left, making sure everything went smoothly with the recovery of the remains and the integrity of the evidence collection. Jack was especially diligent in packing up a box of soil and bug samples he had collected earlier that morning which he wanted to personally carry back to the lab with him so he could start his testing without waiting for the FBI to deliver the balance of the evidence. The handful of swabs securely tucked into test-tubes and a half-dozen petri-dish samples fit into a padded steel carrying-case just about the size of a shoebox, but would still keep him busy for a couple of hours.

Hodgins, who was used to navigating the streets of Washington D.C. in his mini-cooper, was always impressed with the way Cam maneuvered the over-sized Jeffersonian Mobile Lab van through the convoluted fracas of D.C. traffic like a pro NASCAR driver and chalked her mad driving skills up to her years spent living in New York City. From nearly the beginning of her tenure with the Jeffersonian, she'd always commanded the seat behind the wheel while Hodgins was happy to co-pilot.

The instant Cam pulled the truck back into its designated parking spot tucked behind the main building and close to the loading dock, Hodgins hopped out of the passenger seat, his sneakers hitting the pavement with a soft thwack. Wasting no time, he grabbed his little box of goodies from the back of the van and headed into the building.

"Thanks for the ride, Cam," he threw over his shoulder as he rapidly made tracks for the service elevator that would take him up to the Medico-Legal lab area. He really should've waited and walked with Cam, he thought. On any other day, he would've. They would've made more small talk, like they had while driving, mostly about the lab going-ons or the case since Cam was often closed mouthed about her personal life, and he would've offered to give her a hand with whatever she needed to carry back into the building with her. That was how these things usually played out.

But not today. Today, he ran up the stairs adjacent to the elevator, taking the steps two at a time, because he didn't even want to delay the extra minute required for the elevator to arrive. Today, Cam would just have to call upstairs and get one of the interns to come down and help her with her field bags. Jack was a man on a mission and as eager as he always was to start looking at the beauties he collected in the field through his microscopes and other assorted high-tech laboratory equipment, today, even that would have to wait. Angela was his number one priority.

Hoping his new wife would forgive him even this small delay, he first marched directly into his ookey room to drop off his box of goodies before seeking her out. That done, his next and immediate destination was Angela's office. Unfortunately, when he sailed into Angela's office with all the overly-exuberant enthusiasm of a child on Christmas morning vaulting from their bed and heading towards the family Christmas tree, he discovered that she wasn't there.

"Damn."

Hodgins stood there near the doorway with his hands on his hips, looking left and right around the room, almost as if he expected to find Angela hiding amongst the knick-knacks and artistic paraphernalia that decorated her walls. He could wait for her he supposed, certain she couldn't be too far away . . . but, to be honest, he didn't want to. He wanted to share his abundant joy over his newfound knowledge about their friend and mentor with the love of his life and he wanted to share it now.

"Urghh." With an impatient growl, he pivoted on his heel and stormed out of Angela's office determined to hunt her down. He absolutely had to find her before Cam made it upstairs and bumped into her first. It would majorly suck and take all the fun out of his morning if Cam were to spoil his surprise.

Hodgins checked out Brennan's office first, which was still empty, lights out, then headed to the break room area in the loft. It wasn't until he was descending the stairs leading back to the main lab floor that he finally caught sight of Angela, walking down the hallway where the exam rooms were located.

Without a word, he swooped in behind her, grabbed her hand, and after a quick check to make sure no one was watching them, tugged her into the nearest utility closet.

As soon as the door shut behind them, Jack spun his wife around so her back was pressed against the door, and cupped both her cheeks in his hands, bringing their faces together.

"Oh my God, Jack . . . " Angela's surprised exclamation was cut-off when his lips met hers with a breath stealing intensity. He just couldn't resist. He was simply too happy and needed an outlet for some of the excitement he was feeling before he exploded. As always, she was quick to respond, her full lips opening slightly and inviting him to explore her mouth more deeply as he leaned his body into hers. Instinctively, her right hand came up and pressed against his chest, immediately over his heart. She loved to feel the pulse of his heart beating against her palm as they kissed because to Angela, lovemaking . . . all types of lovemaking . . . was fundamentally all about the heart and expressing the heart's desires. There was a certain intimacy in physically feeling the echo of a lover's heart against her palm that she relished.

Besides, it still left her other hand free to wander at will – around Jack's waist, stroking up his back, letting her fingers entwine with the soft curls on the nape of his neck, the scrape of her fingernails at his nape sending a shudder down his spine.

Angela and Hodgins had made a pretty thorough tour of all the secret hide-aways they could find within the walls of the Jeffersonian over the last few years and this wasn't their first time enclosed in this particular closet, so Angela didn't stop to ponder too hard why they were there now. Jack liked sex and Angela liked sex and they both liked a little spontaneous adventure now and again (and again), so why not? She was almost always game and there were no hidden cameras in these closets. They'd checked. Multiple times.

Jack finally pulled back enough to allow them to each catch their breaths when he felt Angela start to tug his shirt out from his pants waistband.

"Damn, Angie. You must know how much I love you," he whispered as his hands slid down from her cheeks to wrap around her waist.

As Cam and Hodgins had driven back from the crime scene, he'd thought about how best to fill Angela in on the new development in Booth and Brennan's relationship and had his monologue all worked out, but after that kiss and with the scent of her perfume enveloping him in its thrall, all his thoughts were muddled. Feeling her fingers slipping free the buttons on his shirt that she had just liberated from his pants was not helping his reasoning capabilities improve any either.

Angela tilted her head back against the door, arching her neck and allowing Hodgins easier access to trail his open mouthed kisses across her jaw and down her neck. She loved the contrasting sensations generated by the wet heat of his mouth juxtaposed with the soft tickling brush of his beard and moustache against her skin. She was thoroughly enjoying this unexpected interlude and moaned softly when Jack lifted one hand up to grasp her breast, his thumb teasingly stroking back and forth across the very tip in a way that he knew made her engines rev.

Knowing that her husband was apt to consider something like the sight of slugs mating as foreplay, a thought she found so revolting that it actually bordered on fascinating, it was with cautious trepidation that she found herself huskily uttering "So . . . what brought this on, Hodgie?"

He simultaneously squeezed her nipple between his fingers, sending a delicious shiver through her body, and responded to her question by whispering sexily right into her ear. "What if I told you that Booth and Brennan are having sex?"

"What?" Angela gasped with a high-pitched, incredulous squeak as she shoved Hodgins away from her by his shoulders and stared at him in open mouthed disbelief. "No. Way. Seriously? You mean, like right now?"

"No, of course not." Hodgins pulled her back into his arms. "Well, I mean . . . maybe . . . . actually . . . I'm almost definitely sure of it . . . " he started planting small, sucking kisses on her neck again between words, ". . . but I meant it in a more general sense." His hands found the zipper at the back of her pencil skirt and started lowering it. "I'm not sure when it started, but their relationship has definitely changed now and they've started sleeping together."

"You're sure about this?"

"Yep. I am totally sure."

"Oh, that bitch," Angela responded with a husky laugh, the happy smile on her face belying the sting of her words. "That is so hot and she is so going to have to spill when she gets back here later." Her hand slipped around between them and she reached down to cup Hodgin's erection in her hand, squeezing him through his pants. "God, I totally wish I could've been there to see the two of them when that dam finally broke."

Hodgins knew she meant that both figuratively and literally. Angela had been championing a romantic relationship between Booth and Brennan for years and being able to witness the shift in their dynamic would've made her so happy for her friends on an emotional level. But, she also has some definite voyeuristic tendencies and to be perfectly frank, he didn't doubt that the mental images of Booth and Brennan tearing each other's clothes off and going at one another with several years' worth of pent up passion were fueling both his and her libidos right now, with spectacularly awesome results. Between the glossy-eyed look on his wife's face and the enthusiastic manner in which she was currently working her magical fingers over his cock, Jack was pretty certain speculating on the activities Booth and Brennan might be engaging in together was going to be more favorable to his love life than any other aphrodisiac that existed in the market.

Needless to say, it was at least another 20 minutes before they finally emerged from the closet, both heading towards their respective gender based restrooms to freshen up a bit before getting back to work.

It was somewhere around an hour after Jack and Cam had returned from the crime scene that Brennan breezed back into the lab, heading directly for her office. It wasn't all that hard to banish the smile that had been perpetually hovering around her mouth during the past couple hours when she mentally started to catalogue all the work-related items she needed to try and address that afternoon, independent of the new crime case that had just appeared that morning. With her mind thus occupied, she didn't notice Angela sitting on her couch, open magazine in her lap, until Angela not-so-discreetly cleared her throat.

Brennan glanced over, her brow still furrowed in thought as she stopped beside her desk and picked up the mail that had been delivered to her in-box while she was out. "Oh. Hey, Ange. I didn't see you there. Did the FBI deliver the remains yet?"

Angela set aside her magazine, stood up from the couch and approached her friend, watching her start to flip through her correspondence. "Yep. They did. A little while ago actually. Cam put Daisy to work getting the remains laid out and prepared for x-rays."

"Hmm. I suppose I'll have to go check on her and make sure everything is prepared properly."

"I'm sure she'll be fine for another few minutes." Angela crossed her arms and leaned casually against the edge of Brennan's desk. "Hodgins said you and Booth left the scene before the remains though. Did you stop for ice cream on the way back?"

Brennan frowned. "It's not even quite time for lunch yet, Ange. Of course we didn't stop for ice cream."

"No ice cream?" Brennan absently shook her head no, turning one of the envelopes in her hand over to see the opposite side, only part of her attention on Angela.

"No coffee? No pie?" Angela persisted and again, Brennan shook her head in denial.

"No. We didn't stop for any food."

"Did you make a detour to interrogate a suspect?"

At that, Brennan looked up, puzzled. "We don't even know who the victim is yet, Angela, or anything about her. Of course we didn't go speak to any suspects. It's way too early for that."

"Did Booth get a flat tire?"

"What?" Brennan finally realized that there was something odd about Angela's voice that Brennan couldn't quite identify, but she was starting to get a little uneasy. She hadn't ever dated when she was in high school, but she suspected that if she had and if her parents hadn't abandoned her, her father probably would've interrogated her in a manner very similar to what Angela was doing right then. "No. No, nothing like that," she answered carefully.

"Huh. So then tell me Sweetie, what exactly happened to make you and Booth lose over an hour's worth of time between leaving the crime scene and returning to work?"

Uh oh. Brennan finally realized the trap she'd been led into, but she had never been comfortable with telling a blatant lie, especially to Angela who seemed to have a built-in truth detector where Brennan was concerned, so she tried instead to divert the discussion. "I should really go and check on Daisy."

"I'd suggest you fix the misaligned buttons on your blouse first," Angela offered casually.

Brennan looked worriedly down at her blouse and double-checked her buttons. "My blouse is fine," she responded, extremely baffled by Angela now.

"But you had to check because you weren't sure, didn't you?" Angela smirked and leaned in closer, as though she were about to share a secret. "What if I told you that you smell like sex?" she whispered.

Brennan's eyes got big and she inhaled sharply as a blush lit up her face and she finally comprehended that she and Booth were totally busted. "Really?" She sniffed her shirt, trying to down-play Angela's accusation. She could certainly detect a little bit of Booth's scent on her clothing, but honestly, she rather liked that fact. "Is it truly that obvious?"

Angela just waved her hand around flippantly, a triumphant smile on her face. "Who knows? It could just be my imagination." Then she thought of her earlier closet escapade. "Or, it could be me and Jack I smell. But, Sweetie, the real point here is that it could be you, couldn't it?"

Brennan snorted, and rolled her eyes, giving in to the inevitable. "Yes, Ange," she finally confessed. "I suppose it could."

"Ooooh!" Angela squealed happily and pulled Brennan into a quick hug. Knowing, with confirmation, was just that much more exciting than merely knowing. "I'm so happy for you guys, even if you did keep it from me . . . Ahem, your best friend, if you'll recall. You and I are going to have to talk a bit about what that means by the way."

Curious, Brennan asked "How did you find out?" as she stepped behind her desk and dropped into her chair.

This time is was Angela's turn to snort before responding. "Hodgins figured it out by the way you and Booth were ogling each other at the scene this morning and told me right before he fucked me silly in the supply closet."

"Oh my," Brennan chuckled. "So I guess I'm not the only one who took a mid-morning work break today."

"No, Sweetie, you're not. So . . ." Angela grinned wickedly and wagged her eyebrows up and down, ". . . how was it?"

"It?"

"Yes, IT. You know exactly what I mean."

"It was fine." Brennan smiled a bit and paused thoughtfully. "Good . . . . " her smile slowly grew wider, her lips curling more dramatically, exposing her front teeth and creating little crinkles around her eyes, until her expression could only be qualified as an ear-to-ear grin, ". . . . . Very, very good, actually."

"Oh?"

"Booth is surprisingly quite lusty."

"And?"

"As I suspected, it turns out we're quite compatible, sexually."

"And? . . . You're killing me here. I need some details, Sweetie."

Brennan sighed and shook her head. "I'm sorry, Ange. I know we've always spoken pretty openly about our love affairs in the past, but Booth's a private man and I need to respect that. I don't want to jeopardize what we've started together so I can't give you much more than that."

"Uughhh. Fine," Angela acquiesced with a mock pout, not at all surprised that Booth wouldn't want their girl talk to get too graphic, but a little surprised that Brennan had picked up on that. "I guess if you're going to be all mature and adult about this, then I'll just have to use my imagination and make up my own stories about how you and Studly spent your morning."

Brennan laughed. "Thanks for understanding, Ange. Now, I really have to get back to work, but before you go, I will at least confess that I can no longer claim I've never made love in the back seat of a car. Booth and I thoroughly took care of broadening my horizons on that front this morning."

THE END.

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