A/N. This fic is set just after the Season 2 finale. It's mainly Booth/Zack slash, but there is a little Booth/Brennan in there too. Also, warnings for the shameless use of 'Supernatural' as a plot device.
Booth knocked on the door of Dr. Brennan's office.
"Bones," He smiled, his usual chirpy voice rousing Brennan from whatever work she was doing.
"Booth," She smiled, standing up. "What's up?"
"New case," Booth replied simply. "C'mon, we gotta get going."
"Ok, I'm coming," Brennan smirked, grabbing her coat. "Is the body going to get more dead if we don't get there quickly?" Booth smirked and shook his head.
"Just hurry up, will ya Bones?"
"Alright, alright," Brennan walked out of the office, closely followed by Booth.
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"Does anyone know where Dr. Brennan is?" Hodgins and Angela turned to look at Zack, both shaking their heads.
"Last time I saw her, she and Booth were leaving," Angela smiled.
"Another case?" Zack asked; a hint of resignation in his voice.
"Is there a problem?" Hodgins asked with a smirk.
"No," Zack sighed. "It just seems like we're getting a new case every day." Angela nodded.
"I know. It'd be nice one day if Booth came in and it was just a social call." Zack smiled lightly, shaking his head.
"So, why did you need Brennan?" Hodgins asked, looking at Zack curiously.
"No reason," Zack said quickly. "It's nothing important."
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"So," Hodgins smiled as Brennan and Booth walked back into the lab. "Do we have a case?"
"Nope," Brennan sighed. "The bones weren't even human."
"What?" Angela asked. "How didn't they figure it out themselves?"
"Monkey bones," Booth chipped in. "They were monkey bones. Case has been kicked over to the SPCA."
"Good," Angela smiled. "I hope whoever murdered the poor monkey gets sent to jail." Hodgins smiled at Angela, leaning up from his seat to kiss her gently.
"I love how you care about everything," He said gently. Booth smirked lightly.
"Well," He said. "Since there's no case. I'd better get going."
"Why do you always do that?" Angela asked.
"Do what?"
"You only stay here as long as there's a case. You never just hang around and talk with us."
"What are you talking about?" Booth asked defensively. "We hang out together all the time."
"Yeah, at the diner," Angela countered.
"Or that bar," Hodgins chipped in helpfully.
"And even then we don't really talk that much,"
"She's right y'know," Brennan smiled, looking at Booth. "Those two are always too busy making out. You don't talk to Zack directly, and every other thing I say seems to confuse you."
"Ok," Booth said, throwing his hands up in surrender. "Alright. Tonight, I'll take all of you out tonight. We'll have drinks, something to eat, and talk. We can all get to know each other." Angela smiled and nodded.
"I'll tell Zack."