Disclaimer: Bones originally belongs to Kathy Reichs, but is currently under the great care of Fox, Hart, Deschanel, and Boreanaz.

A/N: I've had to make some story decisions because my muse has been running dry. This chapter of compatible is going to lead to a companion piece entitled the same as this chapter: To Vegas From My Heart

*Please, loyal readers, head over to that story of mine- Alert, Fav, and R&R.

Brennan had just returned from a remain recovery in caves near the Badlands of South Dakota. Ever since her one-night of soul melding with Booth, she had been traveling more frequently to examine remains. She had just gotten in that afternoon and begun to unpack, taking a quick shower, and started to re-pack her bags. Brennan had no intention of staying in D.C. for long.

A shrill ringing came from her left pant pocket; she flipped her cell open. "Brennan."

"Hey Sweetie, are you ready for some well-deserved fun?" Angela's relaxed voice came through the phone.

"Yes. It'll be quite enjoyable to spend some time off with you." Brennan replied, cradling the phone on the crook of her shoulder to hold it in place while she packed.

"All of your time. You are going to spend all of your vacation time with us. I won't take no for an answer." Angela persisted.

"Well, I'm really not sure if-..."

Angela cut her friend off. "Great. We'll see you tonight." And she hung up before Brennan could object further.

Brennan sighed and tossed her phone on the bed. A life of living on the road wasn't all that strange to her. She enjoyed travel. But due to recent events, D.C. seemed less like home. Her apartment reflected the effects of living on the road. And although it had distressed the head of the Jeffersonian, soon the museum and medico-legal lab became a place of the past. Brennan's 'family' had splintered, the center no longer held, so really there was nothing holding her there.

She finished packing up her suitcase and glanced at the clock. Soon she would be on a flight to visit her best friend and this place would be just a memory yet again.

"Sweetie!" Angela exclaimed, beaming at her friend and holding her arms wide open.

Brennan accepted the hug and couldn't help herself from grinning. "Ange, it's great to see you." Just being with her friend made her feel like she had returned to a familial setting.

"It's wonderful to see you. I just, can't even believe you're here!" Angela squeezed her friend before letting go and surveying her, making a mental note that Brennan seemed worn around the edges, her smile strained.

"Dr. B," Hodgins' smile was equally as warm and comforting. "Glad you could join us."

Brennan nodded and hugged Hodgins in turn. "Of course. It's my pleasure."

Friends now rejoined, they headed towards the town-car that would take them back to Angela and Jack's new temporary abode.

As they settled in the back and Hodgins rattled off directions to the driver, Angela gave Brennan another once over. She had no idea the circumstances that had caused her friend to leave her hometown and start traveling so frequently, but she knew it had something to do with a certain FBI Agent and a certain event. Brennan had alluded to it, but never fully explained. Such was phone call and email repartee with Brennan. But now that Angela had her here, for three whole weeks, she planned to drag all the dirty details out of Brennan.

"What? Am I dressed alright?" Brennan asked.

Angela realized she had been staring. She shook her head and laughed. "You're fine sweetie. You're going to love the new house."

Brennan nodded. "It's it as lavish as the last?"

Hodgins chuckled as slid next to his wife. "Not quite."

All friends rode in compatible camaraderie until they arrived at the latest Hodgins' estate.

Brennan was not unfamiliar with wealth. She herself was wealthy. But she didn't exactly live in it. The way Hodgins and Angela did. This was their fourth new home, since Paris. They hadn't stayed the full year in Paris, leaving early with a yen to travel. Angela had always been a free spirit; it made sense that her whims had carried over to her married life. Hodgins was completely content traveling all over the world, and he had the money to do it.

"This place is beautiful, Ange." Brennan said, awed as she entered the refurnished studio.

"Yeah." Angela smiled. "Since I left the Jeffersonian, I've been able to get back to my art and traveling has been a great inspiration."

Brennan set her bags down by the door and walked back, past the sitting area with a couch and flat screen, past the stainless steel kitchen with marble countertops, to take a look at the wall that displayed canvasses of Angela's work.

On the wall of canvasses each painting had it's own individual light. They were all turned on, to illuminate the work.

"This piece is beautiful, Angela." Brennan complimented, squinting at one of the Seine painted at sunset. There was another of dawn over a desert plateau. It was a place that Angela had sworn she would never return to, five years ago, but since then it seemed she had been given her second chance. Brennan turned to Angela, astonished at how vividly she remembered that time in her life. A time when she had just begun her daily partnership with Booth...

Angela came up next to Brennan. "I know what you're thinking about." Angela said softly. She watched Brennan nod slowly. "I remember that time too. When Kirk had shown up dead, and Danny had gone missing." Ange paused. "I swore I'd never go back. But, I remembered what you told me, about there being no unique moment in life." Angela laughed though her voice was laden with emotion. She swiped at her eyes. "It was nice to go there with Hodgins. He was my second chance at true love. You were right. Do you remember how you said it?"

Brennan nodded, her own voice quiet to hide the building emotions. "I promised. From my heart." She turned to glance at her friend, realizing that they were both crying. She chuckled at wiped at her eyes. "Already some girl-talk and I've barely gotten in the door." Brennan glanced around. Where's Hodgins?"

Angela smiled and laughed. "He's getting the pool ready. You look like you could use a relaxing swim. Up for it?"

Brennan nodded. "Sure." She grabbed her bags and she and Angela headed upstairs.

Angela saw this as her moment, as they headed back towards Angela's room. "Bren?"

Brennan stopped as Angela placed a hand on her arm. "What exactly happened between you and Booth?"

A/N: Comments please. Compatible will show up now as 'complete'. For the rest of this story head over to my new fic, a continuance: To Vegas, From My Heart. Check it out and please review your souls out... which sounds strange, but keeps the muse happy.

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Allusion to 'Kirk' and 'Danny': Refers to Angela's lover and friend from an episode in Season 1, titled 'The Skull in the Desert'.