Here it is! The sequel to 'No One Cares'. I wanted to get this up – but please don't beg for regular updates. I'm still working on my 'ABCs' fic, and I have yet to finish 'The Company'. This is just a tease. . .

Thank you to all who are reading. Enjoy!

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Temperance Brennan was on the platform at the Jeffersonian Institute working on identifying some WWII bones. Her assistant, Zack Addy, was examining a skull for her and the team's entomologist, Jack Hodgins, was looking at particulates from the victim's clothes. Angela Montenegro, who got the job as a Forensic Artist, was sitting off to the side sketching the team. A dog was curled up under Angela's chair, snoozing contentedly.

Angela watched as Brennan looked at the skeleton without really seeing it. Brennan shook her head in an attempt to focus.

What is wrong with me? She thought, trying to get rid of the buzzing sound in her ears. Why do I feel all. . . tingly? The only other time I've felt like this is when I was with B-

Her thoughts were interupted by the glass doors to the lab squeaking horribly. I have to remember to ask the janitor to fix that.

A man walked in, head down as he examined a piece of paper. He was dressed in a crisp suit with his FBI badge stuck in the waistband of his pants. Brennan swore her heart stopped, but why she wasn't sure. Before she had a chance to blink, a blur shot from under Angela's chair and bolted towards the man. Brennan's eyes widened.

"Navy! No!" She yelled, heading off the platform after her dog. Navy ignored her and continued to the man, jumping into his arms when he looked up at the last second. The man dropped the piece of paper he was holding and caught the boarder collie sized mutt. He put her on the ground just before Brennan launched herself into his arms.

"Bones?" He asked in disbelief, stumbling backwards from her weight. He tripped, sending them both sprawling.

"Booth!" Brennan exclaimed, hugging him tighter.

"Bones. . . what are you doing here?" Booth asked, pushing back on her shoulders so that he could look at her face. "Jesus, it is you."

"Who else would it be, silly?" She teased, smiling widely.

Booth stuttered. "I . . . I just never expected to see you again." A look of confusion passed over his face. "Where's Angel? Who is Navy?"

Angela, who had followed Brennan off the platform in a daze, piped up.

"Her name is Navy because Seeley didn't fit and Seel sounded dumb, so we named her Navy Seal. I'm Angela." She said, holding out her hand to Booth, who was still sprawled on the ground with Tempe half on top of him.

"Angel was killed at a crime scene three years ago. She was shot by the man who turned out to be the killer. They stuck me with a stupid rookie who didn't even secure the scene."

"I'm sorry, Bones." He said, shaking Angela's hand before turning and raising an eyebrow at a blushing Brennan.

"You were going to name your dog Seeley?" He asked teasingly.

"Shut up, Booth." She retorted, thrown slightly at his sudden change in mood.

"Booth?!" Anglea said suddenly, a look of recognition on her face. "YOU'RE Seeley Booth?!" He nodded, pulling Brennan to her feet. Angela slapped Bren lightly on the shoulder.

"You evil little. . . you never told me!" The artist shrieked.

"Told you what, Ange?" Hodgins asked from behind her where he and Zack were looking on.

"That this BOOTH she's always talking about is a genuine FBI studmuffin!"

Brennan blushed and sent an apologetic glance at Booth, who had his hands tucked in his back pockets, grinning at her. She seemed to just remember where they were, and she remembered her manners.

"Everyone, this is Seeley Booth. Booth, that's Jack Hodgins, our entomologist." She pointed to Jack who waved before returning to the bug he was looking at. "Zack Addy is my assistant anthropologist and you already met Angela, our forensic artist." Brennan introduced.

"Nice to meet you all." Booth said before turning back to Tempe. "Wanna go get some lunch?"

"Sure. . . but why are you here? Not that I'm not thrilled to see you. . ." She added quickly as Booth bent to pick up his dropped piece of paper.

"I got to the office and my boss told me that I was the new liasion between us and the Jeffersonian. He told me to come over here and introduce myself. I had no idea that you were here." He explained. After a pause, he added. "So who wants pie?" Brennan rolled her eyes.

"Is food still all you think about?"

"No, I'm just hungry. Pleaseeeee Bones??" He begged, putting on his puppy dog eyes.

"That smile doesn't work on me, Seeley Booth!" She said, pretending to be angry. When he continued to pout, she grabbed his arm and pulled him back out the lab doors.

"Ange, we're going to lunch!" She yelled over her shoulder, whistling for Navy who came running after them.

Angela smiled, turning back to her drawing. It was the first time in a long time that she had seen Temperance Brennan truly smile.