This fanfiction was intended to be a one-shot, but well... there are three chapters to come soon ;)

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Booth woke by the sound of his mobile phone. For a moment he looked confused and checked the time on his alarm clock. 0:20 Who on earth was calling at this time?

He hopped out of the bed, searching for his mobile, when finally he discovered it in his jacket. One look at the display made him feel concerned. Brennan was calling him at this time?

"Booth" he answered. Instead of Brennan's voice there was another female voice "Booth?"

"Angela, is that you?"

"Booth... could you please come to Brennan's? I think something's wrong with her."

"Wrong? What kind of... Screw it, I'm coming!" he answered.

He quickly put on clothes and rushed out of his apartment, to his car and was at high-speed at Brennan's apartment. His heart was beating fast... Angela had not been descriptive, but the term 'wrong' did not sound good, did it?

He knocked, but his impatience took over and he used his spare key to open the door instead.

He found them in the living room. Brennan lying on the couch, Angela sitting on a chair near her, beaming at him.

"What? Why do you laugh? What's wrong with her?" His eyes darted over Brennan's body to make out bruises, wounds ... anything.

Angela giggled "I knew... you would come! She is just sleeping."

Booth's eyes widened. "What? Angela... why did you do that??? You scared me like hell... are you insane? You... you can't do something like that... Mess with people's feelings,... that's just not right... I mean..."

Angela nodded, still smiling, then she hiccuped. Booth's eyes narrowed and then it dawned on him. Angela's strange behaviour, the clothes Brennan and her were wearing... obviously they had been out.

"Angela Montenegro, are you drunk?" Booth asked, using his sternest FBI-interrogation voice.

"Yessssssss sir!" Angela mimicked a salute.

Booth rolled his eyes. "Great... and you thought you should share that with me, because?"

Angela smiled apologetically and pointed at Brennan who was peacefully sleeping on the couch "She is even more drunk..." a hiccup interrupted her words "... than me." She finished... proud of herself she smiled. "She needs somebody to look after her."

"Well... you are here, where do I come in?" Booth asked her.

"I am too drunk." Angela giggled. "And besides... this beautiful apartment has only one toilet" She raised two fingers, frowned and corrected it to one "And that's defini...defini... it's not enough for two drunken girls... "

Booth sighed. He took a mental note to never, never, never let Angela get drunk in his presence... She was in an unbearable good mood and turned out to be a little smartass.

Finally he gave in "Fine... I'll look after you her... shall I drive you home?"

She shook her head. "No... I called my Jacky... he's going to pick me up... Do you think I want to be around when she..." Another hiccup. "... wakes up and finds out I called you... No, Ssssssssir!"

"How on earth did you get her in that ... " he looked down at the sleeping figure "...situation?" he finished.

"Girls just wanna have fun, Boothie..." Angela giggled. "Now come... I had to get her out of her dusty little bones filled world. I tell you a secret, Booth" She leant in to him, and whispered in his ear "She likes Long Island Ice Tea... verrrrrrrrrry much." Again Angela giggled.

Booth began to impatiently await Hodgins arrival... at least to get rid of those giggles.

"... so we have been to that cuuuuuuuuuuute bar... and there was happy hour for girls... great... and... well... I dunno what happened, hmm... oh yeah, we called a taxi and that's how we got here... then she sat down on the couch and was asleep ..." Angela told him.

He sighed once more. Somehow he was happy, that Angela had really made it to drag Brennan out of the lab into the real life, but this situation was just ridiculous.

'She is not going to wake up in a good mood, that's for sure... A hangover, plus Angela called me and I am staying with her in what must be one of her most embarrassing moments..." he frowned. Somehow he knew the next morning would be lousy.

At that moment he heard a knock on the door. 'Oh thank God that must be Hodgins.'

He quickly went to the door and opened.

A tired-looking Hodgins was standing there. "Hi dude... I heard my girl is here..." he managed a weak smile.

"Just follow the giggles" Booth mumbled. "Oh, and Hodgins... make sure she never gets drunk again..."

Jack smiled wryly. When the two men entered the living room, Angela was braiding Brennan's hair, still giggling. Brennan was still asleep.

"You know, buddy... I think I got it better... at least mine is sleeping peacefully!" Booth remarked after taking in the scene.

Hodgins lifted one eye-brow "Yours?" he asked meaningful.

Booth blushed slightly and shrugged. "You know what I mean."

At that moment Brennan snored audibly. Booth's eyes widened and Hodgins chuckled "And that's not exactly what I call... PEACEFULLY, dude... okay now... I'll take my giggling girl and leave you with the snoring beauty... we can discuss tomorrow who's been better off."

He shook his head and went over to Angela who presented him proudly the braid in Brennan's hair: "Look, darling..." "Yes, beautiful, Ange... but we have to go now, okay?"

He took her by her hand and nearly dragged her out of the apartment. "Night, Booth" he said and Angela giggled "Bye, Boothie... and make sure to hide, when she wakes up..."

Booth heard the apartment door close behind the two and after some time the sound of giggles and steps faded.

He looked down at Brennan's sleeping figure and admired her beauty. Finally he sat down in the chair beside her and spent the rest of the time watching her until he fell asleep.