Who: Angela Montenegro and Zack Addy What: Explaining romances, advice and some reminiscence Where: The Old Fire House When: Late night Rating: Probably a 15 Status: Incomplete, Open to people living at the Old Firehouse
It was dark and murky in the flickering light from bulbs up above and fires out on the streets. She couldn't sleep at all, she was missing her life back home. Ange kicked stones across the concrete floor, tiptoeing past Brennan and then Booth, both deep in sleep and very peaceful. She wanted to sketch them together but knew that it was fairly pointless now. There was nobody to show the picture to, no-one to smile at her and kiss her and comfort her when it got too much. She wanted Hodgins back, So so desperate was this yearning that Angela was willing to take any risk to get home. If this place was some kind of limbo between heaven and hell, or some parallel dimension whatever the hell it was, she wanted out. Angela saw the whites of open eyes in the darkness and twitched back, frightened and startled.
That was another thing she hated, being on edge ninety five percent of the time was beginning to get to even her. There was no way for her to get home yet but this was horrible, being constantly fearful of her life. The bright starkness of the eyes levelled out, the mass under blankets moving ansd staring at her directly. Angela breathed a sigh of complete relief. "Zack. Thank god, I was about to bash your pretty little head in with a rusty pipe." She pulled her hair back from her face and hung around, a safe distance from where Zack lay awake, "Can I maybe talk to you for a while? I can't sleep Zackaroni, you're like a hundred and thrity pound sedative to me." She smiled sweetly at him, laughing lightly.