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A/N: I'm not sure if the X-Files would have been around when Angela was in college, but if it wasn't let's just pretend it was.

Angela's having great fun needling Bren about Booth. Her friend doesn't seem to be having nearly as much fun being needled, though. Pity.

"We're partners, Ange!" Brennan finally bursts out in annoyance. "Partners."

Angela waggles her eyebrows. "There's more than one type of partner, sweetie," she says, grinning.

"I assume you are referring to sexual partners," Brennan says, rolling her eyes. "Booth and I are work partners, like Sully and Mold. There is nothing sexual about our relationship."

"Please," Angela snorts. "There's little that isn't sexual about your relationship." She pauses for a second, then asks, "And who the hell is Mold? Was he Sully's old F.B.I. partner or something?"

"I'm not entirely sure," Brennan replies, a frown creasing her forehead. "When Booth and I cemented our partnership, he said something about us being Sully and Mold. Your hypothesis would make sense, except for the fact that he seemed to expect me to know who he was talking about, and I didn't know Sully at that point in time. Logically, I would have to conclude that they are celebrities of some sort."

Angela looks puzzled as well. "I dunno," she says. "I haven't heard of them either. Maybe I should ask Booth…"

"You can if you want, of course," Brennan says dismissively, "but I hardly think it is important."

"I suppose," Angela says. (She's learned by now that it's best not to push.) "So, about that new club down on 18th…"

—-— —-— —-— —-— —-— —-—

It hits her later that night when she's flipping through channels on TV with Hodgins.

"Wait," he says, causing her to take her finger off the remote button. "Is this… ha! It is!"

"What?" Angela asks, amused.

"The X-Files, baby," Hodgins says, grinning. "It's been ages since I've seen this."

Angela smirks. "So you're an X-phile, huh?" she says. "Makes sense."

Hodgins stares at her, blue eyes intense. "You knowing that term is incredibly hot," he states.

"One of my friends in college was a huge fan," Angela explains. "Went to conventions and everything."

"Hey, the truth is out there," Hodgins says, only half-jokingly.

"Right, Mulder," Angela returns fondly.

Then it clicks.

Sully and Mold. Scully and Mulder.

A laugh escapes her lips, causing Hodgins to look at her questioningly.

A platonic partnership? Yeah right.