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Spoilers: This is set after 'Yanks in the UK' but we are pretending that Zack is not in th 'looney bin'! also some spoilers for 'girl with the curl'.
Swinging Back
Hodgins rushed into the lab, scanning the entire room for Angela. Unfortunately, all he found was Zack.
"Zack! Have you seen Angela?"
"Of course I have, Hodgins. She does work here, and I am capable of viewing things."
"I meant recently, Zack" Hodgins rolled his eyes, getting irritated at his friend's literal view of everything. There was a long pause before Zack spoke.
"Negative" Zack said to himself in a distant voice.
"What? Are you even listening to me, Zack?"
"The murderer must have brought the weapon back before swinging it forward to strike the victims occipital bone."
"Zack! Would you stop talking about swinging and... Swinging! I know where she is!" Hodgins ran out of the lab so fast that he almost ran into the automatic doors. "Thanks, man!"
"But Hodgins. I didn't get to finish....." Zack called after Hodgins, who was already out the door. 'Why do people always do that to me?' he thought to himself, as he went back to examining the skeleton.
As Hodgins pulled up at the park, he saw a familiar figure; she was sitting on the swings where they had had their first date. He could tell when he got closer that she had been crying: her eyes were red and puffy and her face was streaked with tears.
'Hey Ange. I thought maybe we-'
'I don't feel like talking right now.' Angela sobbed quietly, cutting him off and wiping away the last of her tears. She knew that she was hurting him but she didn't care! This situation was entirely his fault, after all.
'Doesn't this remind you of old times?'
'I'm pretty sure that i wasn't crying last time we were here. I was having a great time.'
'Look, Ange. I'm sorry.'
'How did you find me anyway?'
'Well, I remembered what you said about swings making all your worries go away.' Hodgins said, edging closer to Angela.
'They're not worries, Jack! It's anger!'
'Oh. Tears of anger then?'
'It does happen, you know.' Angela told him with a small smile playing on her lips.
'So, are you ready to trust me again?' Hodgins asked, grabbing on to the chain of her swing. He leant forward slowly.
'No!' Angela instinctively slid back on the swing. 'I can't trust you just yet.' As she slid back that last inch she lost her balance. She kicked her feet up to steady herself but accidentally kicked Hodgins shins in the process. She landed on her back with a thud, Hodgins landing on top of her, there legs entangled. Both began laughing while Hodgins shifted his weight off Angela.
'Do you trust me now?'
'That depends on one thing.'
'Which is?'
'What now?'
Hodgins realised almost immediately what Angela was referring to. He leant forward and gently pressed his lips to hers. She kissed back, glad that he remembered that night so clearly. Reluctantly, she pulled away.
'There is only one thing left to do now'.
'And that is...?
'Storage closet. 15 minutes.'
'I'll be there.'
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