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Angela is more spiritual than her colleagues. This is a fact and facts are very much their wheelhouse. For a group of people so intent on keeping an open mind, they fall short of Angela. She sees everything, even things that can't be explained.
Right now she wishes she didn't.
Brennan and Booth tied the knot 3 hours ago. After a truly terrible best man's speech from Hodgins and a fancy dinner, Angela stands at the edge of the parquet floor in her bridesmaid dress. It is the first dance and as such the married couple are the only ones twirling round the dancefloor, their friends gathered at the edge.
But they are not alone.
Angela seems to be the only one who has noticed.
The spectre swirls mockingly behind them, a curl of smoke with which forms only fleetingly into something much more sinister. Grinning, grimacing, dancing. A macabre shadow of the happy couple.
Angela recognises it, has seen the wisping figure before. More frequently leading up to the wedding. Always hovering over her best friend. Mimicking her with fading body. Beetle eyes, empty smile.
She wants to raise the alarm, but she is surrounded by those who only believe in metrics and measurements, not feelings and spirits.
It is more menacing than before, more corporal and Brennan somehow less so.
It may not be explicable but she knows she is losing her best friend to it.
All she can do is watch and Brennan smiles, for once unknowing.