No Divorce
Angela sat at her desk holding a skull in her hand. Brennan wanted a face ASAP so they could identify Jane Doe 154272008 but she was struggling. Like the woman at the airport from a couple of years ago, the skull had a lot of damage. Though in this case it wasn't deliberate, well not by her at least. Brennan had told her, both cheek bones had been broken and incorrectly set at least twice, the right eye socket broken at least three times and the chin broken in two places, and again incorrectly set. If she hadn't known better she would have thought whoever did the reconstruction had got it all wrong.
So intent on what she was doing she only jut registered the soft tap on the door. Turning in her seat Angela saw Amber Kipler, the private detective she and Jack had paid to find her husband Grayson Barasa. After the first, completely fruitless trip to ask him to sign the divorce papers Jack and Angela had waited a while and then sent her back. This time they armed her with more information, and a few pictures. Hoping if he heard and saw how happy they were he would relent and sign the papers.
Angela noted that the detective was not smiling.
"Ms Kipler," Angela began, setting the skull down and peeling off her gloves "I wasn't expecting you."
"No. I came straight from the airport. I thought you would like to be updated as soon as possible"
"From your face I am guessing the news is not good"
"Unfortunately, no" stated Ms. Kipler. "Mr Barasa is still adamant. No Divorce."
"Why?" asked Angela "Why does he want to stay married to me? I don't know him. I don't love him. And I certainly don't want to live in Florida"
"Mr Barasa is a complex man. He told me his beliefs, his culture, the way he was brought up all mean he cannot get divorced. He gets married he stays married"
"Who stays married?" asked Jack walking into the office. He stopped when he saw Amber Kipler. "Ms Kipler, I didn't see you. I am guessing you had no joy in Florida."
Jack walked over to Angela who was leaning against her desk. He kissed her lightly on the cheek, giving her a smile. Angela tried to return it but couldn't quite manage it.
"No. Sorry. He did however…," Ms Kipler trailed off looking at Angela.
"Ms Kipler, when are you going to get it. Anything you have to say to me you can say to Jack. We are in this together" said Angela.
"Ms Montenegro. Dr Hodkins"
"Hodgins" corrected Angela and Jack automatically.
"Mr Barasa said he would discuss it further with you," Ms Kipler paused looking directly at Angela, "only you."
"No way. No way. Angela is not going anywhere near this guy by herself." Jack said forcefully.
Angela turned to her fiancé with raised eyebrows.
"Ms Kipler, " Angela began "thanks for your efforts but I think Jack and I need to discuss this. Alone."
"I understand," she walked over to Angela handing her a blue folder "you may find this information useful."
Jack turned to Angela.
"Now way are you meeting with this guy alone. I won't allow it."
"Allow it," repeated Angela "I don't believe I need to ask." Angel walked away from Jack moving toward her desk.
"Angela this guy could be a serial killer, a madman or worse…"
"Jack," Angela interrupted "We have a full police check on him. He hasn't even had a parking ticket"
Jack walked towards Angela "I don't want you to go." He stopped, hanging his head.
"Jack do you trust me?" she asked.
Jack lifted his head to look at his wife to be. He trusted Angela. It was Birrambau he didn't trust. "Angela. I should go with you …."
"Jack," Angela said again as she walked over to where he was standing looking at his shoes. Taking his hands in hers she asked again softly "Jack. Do you trust me?"
Jack nodded. Angela smiled back at him, kissing him lightly on the lips.
"Well then I better go tell Cam I am going to be away for few days."