S01E08 – The Girl in the Fridge
Author Notes: This is my forty-eighth story over all. (Look at me go.) I hope you've enjoyed all the other stories. (I know I have).
This is set after S01E07 – The Man on Death Row and after The Squints in the Picnic.
Thank you for reading my head canon. By the way, I love reading reviews, they make me want to keep writing (*Very Subtle Hint*).
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Words in italic, for this introduction, are Hodge's thoughts.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bones or any of the characters (All would be made better by slash reigning absolute).
Introduction
In which Brennan and Angela's past love lives are put under the spotlight.
Forensic Platform
Jeffersonian Institute
Vincent yawned for the third time in only ten minutes, making Zack and Hodge do the same. Again. He knew he shouldn't have stayed up late, but you try resisting Wendell when he has his mind set on something. It wasn't like he was the one on call. No, that was the Brit.
The blond was still in bed when he left and probably was still asleep. He was positively annoyed with his lover.
"I am very close to calling his sister just so she'll get him out of bed." - He hissed. And hey, that was a great idea.
"That's not only mean, it's Angela mean."
Zack chuckled at the entomologist's comment.
"I propose a pause."
"We're all in favor." - He yawned again, drawing out the last word. - "I'll be in the sofa if you need me. But please don't need me."
"I'm coming with you, it's a great chance to see what Brennan's been writing."
"Isn't that illegal?"
"Not if you know the password."
They all paused while taking off their latex gloves to say the password.
"Daffodil."
Doctor Temperance Brennan and Mister Zack Addy's Office
Jeffersonian Institute
The British squint dropped into the couch with a thud. He mentally thanked Brennan for having purchased such a big, comfortable couch.
"Good night." - Another yawn. - "Day..."
Hodge rolled his eyes as he booted up Bones' computer.
"She really should change her password. Or lock the files with another one."
Like I do with my porn.
"Angela and I have been telling Doctor Brennan that everyone knows her password, but she's adamant about not changing it."
"But she could at least trade the bouquet on the desk. I mean, it makes it too obvious."
Zack raised his shoulders in a 'what-you-gonna-do?' stance before sitting at his desk and fill out paperwork on the skeleton they had been working on.
"Is it morally bad of me to wish for a murder to solve?"
"I think unless you're going to kill someone yourself, you're safe." - He didn't raise his eyes from the computer screen. - "Yes! Found the first three chapters."
"Don't tell me anything, I want to wait until it's finished."
"Not even if she changed your character's sexual orientation? Or if he finally gets with Special Agent Andy Lister?"
"I am not that easily influenced, Hodge."
"We'll see."
Zack once again focused on his job.
Or tried to.
The phone started ringing the moment he started to ignore his roommate.
"Doctor Temperance Brennan's office, how may I help you?" - Trust Hodgins to have no qualms about getting caught meddling. - "No, she isn't in right now. I see. Zack Addy is available, however. Alright."
He used the phone to point at the squint, mouthing 'Journal of Anthropology'.
Zack hesitated for a moment before answering the phone.
"Yes?"
"Is this Mister Zack Addy? One of the writers of the paper on coronal sutures?"
"Yes, I am."
"I'm calling to let you know that your piece is being published on the next edition of the Journal."
"Thank you for calling. I'll tell the others."
"Alright. And congratulations, Mister Addy."
He hung up before turning to the sleeping squint, pride tingeing his words.
"Vincent! We're being published next month!"
"But officer, I didn't even write that! It was Morrison!" - He blinked slowly. - "Sorry. Tell me again after I've slept for a year. At least. Did you know that after 3 days awake you are clinically insane?"
Only Vincent could spout a fact like that before falling back asleep.
"Oh. I have to find Doctor Brennan and tell her about this."
Skeleton Room
Jeffersonian Institute
Brennan was sitting on one of the stools of the Bone Room, reconstructing a shattered skull. She smiled as she finally fit another piece of the puzzle. Angela was there as well, if only to feel like she was doing something.
"You won't believe who I ran into this morning. Todd. You remember Todd, right? The bass player with the big hands. Big nimble hands. I told you about him, right?"
"Angela, I'm trying to piece together a skull."
"Yeah, you're doing a great job. Seriously? I didn't tell you about him? Did I at least tell you why I stopped seeing him?"
"No."
"So I wake up this one morning and he's sitting there, right? No clothes on, just his bass. Singing to me in this low, low voice. Completely creeped me out. I didn't even have breakfast; I put my clothes on and was out of there as fast as I could."
"Angela, is this conversation really appropriate here?"
"Sorry, but I'm into alive people. Anyway, after that, I started dating Todd's friend."
"I thought you said he was creepy."
"Todd, not the friend. Well, much. God. I'm glad I'm done with the creepy and I'm only with the weird now. Because, you know, Tempe? Weird is sometimes good. Creepy is never good." - She smiled as she tucked her hair behind her ear.
Zack rushed in.
"Good news."
"I hope this is work-related."
"The American Journal of Anthropology is publishing our piece on the evolution of the coronal suture next issue."
"Worthy interruption."
She grinned, setting down the skull. The squint held out his fist, much to Brennan's confusion.
"You're supposed to bump my fist with yours."
"Why?"
"I'm told it's a widely acknowledged gesture of mutual success."
"Oh."
She gave a shoulder shrug before doing as expected.
"I love it when you two impersonate earthlings."
She was stopped from making any other remarks by a cardboard box-carrier blond squint walking in.
"Okay, I know I'm not really supposed to be here today but I got the idea that Vince was about to cast a curse on me if I didn't wake up" - He started to mutter to himself. - "or worse, call my sister. And because I had nothing better to do, I decided to come here."
"What's in the box?"
"Oh, there's some guy in the lounge who asked me to give you this."
"To me?"
"No, Angela." He slid the box across the table. - "To Doctor Brennan of all people."
"Is he alive? Because this is an excellent start to a relationship."
"I didn't put a mirror underneath his nose or anything." - He turned to Bones. - "He said you'd know who he was when you opened it."
Brennan teared the lid off the package and pulled out a mini-vacuum cleaner. She paused, staring at the appliance before shoving it back in the box, placing it beside the skull and running out of the room, most uncharacteristically.
"Okay, a guy who gets her to stop working? This I have to see."
Angela followed her fast, as did the other squints. Although Zack was a bit late, for he had to put the skull back in its plastic box.