Disclaimer: These characters are the property of FOX--but they have escaped to have a little fun with me.

Summary: Missing Scenes from "The Man in the Mansion." Angela's response to Booth's bad behavior. Turn back now if you are completely sympathetic to Booth, because Angela is about to rake him over the proverbial coals. Rated M for some adult content.

"Angela's Ire"

"Sorry I didn't tell you about my relationship with the Bancrofts, but I didn't want to put you in an awkward position. If this goes down badly, at least you can say that you didn't know anything about it," Jack apologized.

He sat on Angela's couch, studying her expression, hoping to find forgiveness. He had not really had a chance to talk to her after arriving back from the Bancroft residence with the angry Booth, having been hustled off by Dr. Saroyan and Brennan to explain what he had done. In the meantime, Angela had gone home, and it was only now, having followed her there, that Jack hoped to undo the damage done by Booth's thoughtless remark.

Angela had sat through Jack's speech quietly, her own gaze never once leaving his face. She let him finish, and then remained silent a few seconds longer, her hands folded in her lap. Jack waited in agonized expectation.

"Why did Booth say that you wanted to have sex with Clarissa Bancroft?" Angela asked softly. There was no accusation or anger in her voice, just confusion.

Jack let out the breath he had been holding. "I have no idea," he said, shaking his head sadly. "All I told him was that Clarissa and I had been in a relationship before she married Terry. I don't know what I could have said that would make him think I wanted to sleep with her. I mean, my God, Angela, Terry was a friend… and now he's dead. Does Booth actually think I'm the kind of person who would take advantage of the death of a friend just to sleep with his wife? And he must know that you and I…" Jack trailed off, looking beseechingly at Angela. "You don't believe what Booth said, do you?" he finally had to ask.

The pain in Jack's voice brought tears to Angela's eyes, and she moved towards him, embracing him. "Of course not, I was just… stunned… by what he said. I know how he can be… he reacts… and this time he reacted very badly."

Holding her tightly, his cheek against her own, Jack declared fiercely, "I love you, Angela. It took me eight years to really love someone again, and I wouldn't jeopardize our relationship for anything or anyone."

Angela pulled away slightly, deciding she shouldn't let Jack off the hook so easily. "Well, I was a little angry with you for not telling me about your connection to the case. Jack, if we're going to make this work—I mean really work—we have to be able to trust each other completely."

Jack bowed his head, chastened. "Yeah, I know, and I am sorry, Angela. But like I said, I was worried about dragging you into all of this and the repercussions it could have for you at the Jeffersonian."

Angela gave him a rueful smile, and shook him gently. "Hey, you should have told me anyway. Maybe I could have stopped you from making a mess of things, or at least helped so that you didn't get caught."

Jack finally smiled back, relieved. "Does this mean that you aren't mad at me anymore?"

"No, I'm not mad at you anymore. In fact, it's getting late, and I think we should go to bed now," Angela announced matter-of-fact, rising from the couch and taking Jack by the hand. He looked up at her with wide-eyed surprise.

"You're not kicking me out tonight?" he said, rising to follow her.

Angela just smiled, and led him to the bedroom.