Affairs of the heart

Disclaimer: I don't own "Bones". I'm writing just for fun and for all the BB-Shippers out there.

Rating: K+

A/n:
I copied myself for this story. I once wrote a german Stargate-fiction named "Herzenanlegenheiten" (affairs of the heart) using Shakespeare's "Much ado about nothing" to let some people play Cupid. I though this would also work with "Bones". So, here it is – Bones meets Shakespeare.

This story is also available in German.

Special thanks go to my betareader Chris!!!

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Prologue

Three hours earlier Angela Montenegro had sceptically climbed the stairs to the Washington Theatre. Now, as she descended the stairs, her eyes were sparkling.

"I told you, you'd like Shakespeare," Jack smirked.

Angela smiled at him.

"What?" he asked when it occurred to him that there might be more to her good mood than an entertaining night out at the theatre.

She kept on smiling. „Nothing."

„Angela…" he urged.

Her smile turned into a giggle. "You were right – Shakespeare is brilliant. A lot more so you may think."

Jack glanced at her in confusion. "You're speaking in riddles, Angela."

She stopped walking and kissed him slightly on the lips. "That doesn't matter." That said, she turned on her heel and walked on „Too bad that Bren didn't see the play."

"Angela!" Jack called impatiently as he caught up with her. „I don't understand. What exactly happened in there? I virtually had to cart you in that theatre because you didn't believe how great Much ado about nothing is. And now, you're grinning like a Cheshire cat."

"You saw the play as well, right?"

"Yeah?" Jack was still confused whereas Angela seemed to be daydreaming.

Her smile broadend remembering a certain scene of the play.

Jack stopped and folded his arms. "Angela!" he demanded once again.

Angela turned to him. "Well," she began, "let me put it this way – good old Will inspired me to attempt a Hercules' labour." She winked at him. "But for today it's a secret. I'll tell you tomorrow." She graced him with a mysterious smile und went on to the limousine which was waiting for Hodgins and herself.

Jack hung back and stood there for a few moments. "One of Hercules' labours?" he wondered. Why was Angela quoting something Prince Don Pedro was saying in the play?... Wait a sec... Hercules' labour?... procuring… Jack saw Angela climbing into the limousine and followed her with a couple of quick steps. He had a vague clue as to what she was up to. And if he was right some interesting times would lie ahead of the Squints.