When he walks into the Jeffersonian Medico-Legal lab, the first thing he does, even before reaching for his access pass, is look for Temperance. She asks herself how long he's been doing this as he takes two steps at a time towards the table Dr. Brennan is working at. A smile stretches across her face as she realizes that he's been a slave to this ritual for over a year now. Not long after Brennan returned from Guatemala, when she had the skull in her carry-on bag, now that she thinks of it. 'Ah, yes, the day I flashed the airport attendant.' She laughs quietly in amusement as she recalls the look on the attendants face.

"What's so funny?" Hodgins asks, standing beside a still giggling Angela at an illuminated examination table, upon which a number of sketches are spread. She turns to face him, the smile on her face growing when their eyes meet.

"I was just remembering the day I went to pick up Brennan from the airport after she got back from Guatemala." She says with an amused sigh. From her seat at the examination table she can see Booth and Brennan, whose backs are to them. She turns to Hodgins and tilts her head slightly.

"How long have they been that comfortable together? Do you see how close they're standing to each other?"

Hodgins looks down, noticing how close he and Angela are, then looks to Booth and Brennan. He shrugs, shaking his head. "I don't know. But they definitely act more comfortable around each other than before. Why do you ask?"

"Have you ever just watched them interact? The way one will steal glances at the other when they think no one is looking; the way he puts his hand at the small of her back when they're walking, and the way she doesn't seem to mind." She ponders for a moment, and then looks up at Hodgins. "When was the last time you heard her protest to being called 'Bones'?

Angela can see that Hodgins is really considering her question, his brow creasing in thought. "I honestly can't remember, but it's definitely been a while."

"And, oh my God, there's so much sexual tension between them. Really, I don't understand why Boo—" Angela begins, but is interrupted by Dr. Goodman, who asks to see her preliminary sketches for the case they've just started.

As Angela searches through the seemingly disorganized pile of sketches strewn across the examination table, Dr. Goodman shakes his head, but a small smile stretches at the corner of his lips. He knows good and well that Angela was talking about Dr. Brennan and Agent Booth again. She seems to talk about them a lot lately. In fact, he could have sworn that she once likened the pair to the leading couple from the TV series The X-Files.

Shaking the thought from his mind, he looks over in time to see Brennan walking to her office, Booth following half a step behind. His hand is resting on the small of her back, as if leading her. Dr. Goodman knows the idea of Booth leading Brennan to her office is asinine, as she knows the path all too well.

As he watches them walk to her office, Dr. Goodman is lost in thought. He is awakened from his musings by the gentle click of Dr. Brennan's door shutting. Dr. Goodman considers the closed door, and voices a question to no one in particular. "How long have they been meeting in her office with the door closed?"

As soon as the question is whispered, Zack Addy clears his throat, announcing his presence.

"Mr. Addy."

"Dr. Goodman."

The men exchange brief smiles, attempting to look busy. Zack looks down before addressing Dr. Goodman's comment.

"About three weeks."

"Pardon me?" Dr. Goodman asks, looking slightly perplexed.

"About three weeks. You asked how long Dr. Brennan and Agent Booth have been meeting in her office with the door closed. Well, it's been about three weeks." He shrugs.

Angela and Jack seem to appear out of nowhere beside Zack. She is grinning like a Cheshire cat, and Jack looks as though he's uncovered a conspiracy. Dr. Goodman looks at the two of them, raising an eyebrow.

Before she can stop herself, Angela's thoughts begin spilling from her lips.

"You know, they could be in there having sex for all we know. Although, since I imagine Booth to be pretty wild in bed, I suppose we'd have heard them by now." She says, her grin becoming impossibly wide. Dr. Hodgins chuckles.

Zack looks at his three colleagues in turn, and then looks back to Angela.

"Do you really think so? Why?"

"Oh sweetie, you're so naïve. Trust me. A woman can just look at a man and pretty much tell how he'll be in bed. It's a gift." Angela replies matter-of-factly.

All three men blush at this statement. Dr. Hodgins is about to ask Angela a question about the comment she just made when Brennan's door opens and Agent Booth walks out, his hair slightly disheveled. Four jaws drop in surprised shock. Booth runs his fingers through his tousled hair, stopping mid-way through when he spots the Squint quintet staring at him.

"What?" he asks, an amused grin forming. "Is my fly open or something?" He winks in Angela's direction before heading towards the exit.

Angela's mouth opens and closes several times, but no sound is heard. As the exit doors of the lab close the group turns to see Dr. Brennan emerging from her office, her face slightly flushed. Before anyone can react, Dr. Brennan looks at the small gathering, blushes a bit more, then asks "Don't you guys have something you should be doing?"

Dr. Goodman clears his throat and excuses himself, Zack hurries off to who knows where to do who knows what, but Angela and Jack stand their ground. Both are grinning like mischievous children. Angela is about to say something to Brennan when Jack gently nudges her with his elbow to silence her. They both turn back to the lighted exam table and Temperance Brennan walks out of the lab.