A/N Ok-yet again… I had intended this story as a short little one shot. But I had a couple of requests to have Hodgins tell Angela, plus I was inspired by FaithinBones story "Oliver's Stones" to continue. It won't be as long as my other story, but I did think it would be interesting to bring Angela into it.

And as always-can't claim ownership of Bones.

Hodgins entered his wife's office practically at a run. Angela was sitting at her desk and looked up as he came in. "Babe, what-?"

"Ange, you have to hear this."

She leaned back and stared at him for a minute. "Did one of your experiments go haywire again? I doubt I can play peacemaker with Cam if it's really bad-"

"No, no, no. Nothing like that. I went into the Bone Room to give Dr. B. the results I had, and I interrupted Dr. Wells asking her out!"

Angela's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean, asking her out?"

Hodgins took a step back at the expression on his wife's face. "Um, you know, maybe I misread-"

"No, you didn't. What exactly did you hear?"

So Hodgins told her-everything. From the "I'm lonely" comment to stating he didn't like her-and Brennan's responses.

Angela closed her eyes for a minute, then slowly stood up. "You know, I think I need to have a little chat with the douche. And we're not mentioning this to Booth-ever. Right?"

Hodgins shrugged. "I won't. I don't think we can say the same about Dr. Brennan. They live together and have a child-you don't think she won't tell him? She treated it like it was a minor annoyance-you know, a bug to swat away. I don't know that she's going to believe it's that big of a deal-so why not tell him?"

Angela frowned. "Maybe you're right-but it doesn't mean we have to tell him. Now if you'll excuse me, babe, I need to go threaten an arrogant ass. Be right back."

Angela walked toward the Bone Room, muttering to herself the whole way. "Seriously. The two of them take years to get their act together, Pelant's finally gone, they're finally getting married, and this jerk wants to just place himself in the middle. The arrogant, obnoxious-" She reached the Bone Room and stuck her head in. she only saw Brennan. "Hey, Sweetie. Do you know where Dr. Wells went off to?"

Brennan looked up. I believe he was going to Cam's office to enter our new information into the computer. Did you have something else? I could-"

"No, it's OK. It's a personal thing."

"All right." And Brennan returned her focus to the bones.

Angela smiled at her friend, knowing that whatever Dr. Wells had said, it wasn't affecting Brennan. Good, Angela thought to herself. I may not have to kill him after all.

Except that she almost did when she walked right into him as he was coming out of Cam's office. After she steadied herself, she grabbed his arm, and yanked. "Perfect. Just the idiot I was looking for. Come with me."

He followed, protesting, as she basically dragged him to her office. Fortunately, Hodgins had left, so it was just them.

"Really, Angela, I don't see why you felt the need to bring me in here. It's not as if you're working on a meaningful project I could contribute to-"

Angela pointed a finger at him. "Shut. Up. For once in your life, just shut up and listen. Although you can open your mouth long enough to explain why you asked Brennan out on a date."

Dr. Wells frowned. "I made it clear to her that I wanted the ability to have a conversation with someone who could at least keep up with me intellectually. It wasn't intended as an expression of sexual interest."

Angela gritted her teeth. "So you don't like her, but you're willing to talk to her. How gracious. And, if you don't want to face a pissed off Booth, I wouldn't mention 'sexual interest' if I were you. Not to a former sniper and current FBI agent. Just a piece of helpful advice."

Oliver rolled his eyes. "Agent Booth is a law-abiding man. He wouldn't hurt me."

Angela took a step towards him. "But I will, Oliver. I don't like you, and asking out my best friend, who is engaged-in case that escaped your notice up in your ivory tower-pisses me off. So back off. Because I can fight dirty. You may have a bunch of degrees and think you know everything, but I learned all kinds of tricks from my dad. He's from Texas, and can do some serious damage. Guess what-so can I. So just keep away from both Booth and Brennan unless absolutely necessary. No one here likes you anyway, so making it so miserable that you don't ever come back will not be hard for anyone here. In fact, I'd be willing to bet that it would be the highlight of everyone's day. Don't push it. You've already alienated everyone-you don't have any support on this. So you keep to the scientific stuff-I'd avoid any personal stuff while you're here. You suck at it."

Oliver's mouth was pressed in a hard line. "Are you done?"

"Hell yes, I'm done. Hopefully you'll actually start to pay attention now."

"Pay attention to what, Angela?"

Angela shook her head, and Oliver Wells swallowed.

Booth.