Brennan was alone that night. Booth was out with Sweets and Hodgins. Some male bonding thing Sweets had insisted upon.

She had been driving around. She tried the Founding Fathers, but it was way too busy tonight. She just wanted a quiet drink. Anywhere.

A flashing neon sign caught her eye. The Bronze. she'd never noticed this place before. It looked quiet. She parked her car and entered the bar.

It was nice. Warm muted colours. Nice little booths around the perimeter of the room. A long bar along the back wall. And it was quiet. A jukebox was in the corner. Playing lazy jazz. Something that appealed to Brennan. She looked at the booths, but opted to sit at the bar.

A young woman was sitting a couple of seats away and they were the only two at the bar. Brennan ordered a whisky sour. She had become quite fond of it since meeting Booth. It was often his drink of choice and soon had become one of hers. She sat sipping at her drink. Relaxing. Letting her mind drift along with the music that played in the background.

"Excuse me?" A soft musical voice interrupted her daydream. She opened her eyes and looked into the large sparkling hazel eyes of the girl who had been sitting at the bar.

"Do you mind if I join you? It's sort of quiet here tonight and. Well. I was alone, and I saw you were alone." Brennan must have looked shocked because she added "I'm not trying to pick you up or anything. I just thought it might be nice to have a drink with someone, and a chat? If you don't mind?" Brennan smiled at the girl. She was around 25 she supposed. Quite beautiful. With a gorgeous friendly smile. She originally just wanted to have a quiet drink by herself, but for some reason felt compelled to accept.

Brennan held out her hand . "My name is Doctor Temperance Brennan". The girl shook her hand and replied "I'm Cordelia Chase. I'm not a doctor or anything that interesting. Pleased to meet you!"

The two women sat and passed the time chatting idly about their jobs and their lives. The conversation turned to men, as conversations between women often do.

"So. do you have a partner?" Cordelia asked. Brennan responded "Oh yes. my partner and I work for the FBI". Cordy laughed. "Oh! That's interesting. I actually mean do you have a significant other, a boyfriend or husband?" Brennan blushed slightly "Oh, I see. Yes. I do. He is also my professional partner. His name is Seeley, Seeley Booth".

Cordy smiled "That's a nice name! My boyfriends name is Angel" Brennan frowned slightly "Angel? Angel who?" Cordy laughed "Well, that's it. Just Angel. I suppose it's like Usher, or Beyonce. Except that he's not a musician." Brennan frowned, "I don't know what that means" she said. Cordy tipped her head to the side and laughed "The singers? You know, Usher?" Brennan shook her head. "You're funny" Cordy said and continued on despite Brennan's confused expression. "He's a private investigator. We work together too! Isn't that a co-incidence?".

Cordelia ordered a second drink and asked "So, what's Seeley like?" Brennan drained her glass and ordered another drink also paying for both. "No. Let me" she waved Cordelia away when she protested. "Well. Let's think. I call him Booth. He is FBI, so he's very. Straight, I suppose you would say. Very, by the book. He was brought up by his grandfather, he's very religious, he has a son - Parker who is 13, umm." she hesitated, thinking what else she should say. "He is very loyal and trustworthy. He's extremely kind and sensitive. Booth's just a really, really good man" Brennan looked at Cordelia who was listening intently.

"He sounds wonderful. So much like Angel. So, Angel is a bit older than me, he is from Ireland originally, he is very thoughtful, and very, very sensitive and kind too! He has a lot of faith, but I wouldn't say he was religious, exactly. He believes it's his duty to help the helpless, protect the weak. He's actually a really good guy too! Funny how they seem so much alike!"

Brennan decided that she quite liked Cordelia and noticed the way her eyes sparkled when she talked about her boyfriend. "Do you have a picture of him?" she asked. Cordelia smiled "Well. Sort of. It's not really a photo exactly, it's an ink sketch a good friend of mine did for us. Its more. Personal. To me." She fished around in her bag for her wallet and pulled out a small laminated square. She handed it to Brennan.

Brennan held it up under the light and felt her throat constrict. she gasped. "But. this is not possible!" she remarked. She put the picture on the bar and grabbed her purse. She pulled out the photo of Booth with Parker that she carried and handed it to Cordy.

Cordelia's mouth dropped open and the two women sat staring at the two pictures of the two men they loved. They held the pictures up side by side. The two men were almost identical!

"This can't be right. The odds of this occurring are. Just not." Brennan could not verbalise what she was feeling. Cordelia was beside herself and quite to the point. "They are like twins! This is amazing! How old did you say Seeley was? 40? Well I know they aren't twins separated at birth 'cos Angel is a lot older than Seeley"

Brennan looked at Cordelia disbelievingly. "Older than Booth? He looks about 10 years younger!" Cordelia gulped and stammered. "Well. Angel . He has good genes and is a stickler for skin care, so I guess that must be why" she blurted trying to come up with a reasonable reason for Angels youthful appearance.

Brennan and Cordelia returned their respective pictures to their wallets and finished their drinks. Both seemed a little nervous and uncomfortable as they bid their farewells to each other. Not really knowing if what had just happened was real or just a side effect of the drinks they had been drinking.

Brennan decided to catch a cab, convinced she was too drunk. iI must have had way too much to drink because that. That was just too ridiculous for words. There is just no way/i

Cordelia jumped in her little car and drove home, excited and overwhelmed by what she had just seen. "Wait until I tell Angel about this!" she thought as she zipped along the streets towards the apartment she shared with Angel. She ran into the apartment. "Angel. ANGEL!. You will never guess. I met someone tonight. Her boyfriend. My god. Angel! He could be your twin. Your doppelganger. Exactly like you!"

Angel patted her arm in an attempt to calm her down. "Cordy. Baby. That's interesting. But you know. It might have been just that he looked a bit like me" She shook her head. "No! He was exactly like you!" He smiled. "Well that's interesting. I think you need to get some sleep now. I think you may have had just one drink too many. hmmm? " He had her by the shoulders and guided her in the direction of the bedroom.

Cordy went off to bed, her head spinning slightly from the alcohol and from the excitement of the picture she saw. Angel crawled into bed and cuddled up to Cordy, contemplating what she had just told him. He knew this day would come eventually.

Brennan walked into her apartment and tiptoed into the bedroom. Booth was already in bed, half asleep. "Good night, Bones?" she hesitated then climbed into bed. "Oh it was alright. I just had a couple of drinks by myself. We need to pick up my car in the morning" Booth rolled over and snuggled up to her. "Oh, OK. So did you meet anyone interesting?" Brennan lifted her head and glanced at him, wondering why he would even ask that.

She relaxed and curled into his arms. "No. it was a quiet night. Nothing interesting at all. Nothing" she lied. She lay awake for a long time wondering about that picture she had seen tonight. Cordelia and Angel. She decided that it was just a trick of the light in the bar. Then drifted off to sleep, visions of two men reflected in each other floating through her mind.

In two apartments in the same city, two men lay with their arms around the women they loved. One unaware of the others existence. The other. Pondering what to do next?