Summary: A little HA fluff, talking about swings.
Rating: G, there's really nothing wrong.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bones, I wish I did. Booth would've totally kissed Brennan the other night and Zach would still have all his hair!!
"Brennan said that the bones were from a male, about 40 years old."
"And the maggots were eating him?" Hodgins asked. "Did he just lie down and die?"
"Apparently, there were no signs of violence," Angela answered.
"I'll get on it."
"Okay."
There was an awkward pause.
"So . . .I was at the park yesterday," Hodgins offered up.
"The park?"
"Where we had our date. With the swings."
"Oh," Angela replied with pursed lips. "With anyone?"
"Nope. By myself."
He is so good, Angela thought. That was their special spot. No one else's
It was hard to control herself around him. Since their date there'd been so much tension between them. And that kiss. She had imagined it so many times over again. She wanted to do it again, so badly.
"Oh, that's nice. Nice park.," she said.
"Yeah, Hodgins said lamely. "Nice park."
"I'm gonna go make a face."
Oh right. Work. Later."
"Bye," she said as she left.
"Bye," he whispered to himself long after she was gone.
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Later, at about ten Hodgins left the lab and drove to the park.
When he got there it was close to 11. The park was empty except for one very familiar figure, swinging on a swing.
Hodgins walked over to Angela swinging herself as high as she possibly could on her own.
Jack gave her a push, so she did have to swing alone anymore.
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