A/N: Oookay just had a totally vexing moment (Ive wanted to use the phrase all day, even if its in the wrong context :P) I got like, a million story alerts for this, but ONE whole review. Can I have a few more? Please? THis chapter is mostly a Hodgins/Angela chapter. :) Serena

-Present-

Her breathing was labored as she awoke, her body still numb from the cold, her hands and feet still bound. But her head was much clearer this time. She easily opened her eyes, and her vision adjusted quickly. Even though there was a small amount of light, she couldn't make anything out difinitively. What she thought was a chair sort of looked like a shelf. Perhaps it was a coat rack?

She began to think back. The Little Lady Killer. He must've gotten her. And if she wasn't mistaken, he wouldn't leave her alone for long...

-A Few Days Earlier-

"I think we just found my little sister."

Brennan took this news like she always did: She had another piece of her big case puzzle and she wasn't going to waste time sitting around and contemplating the piece. She was going to use it. She got back onto the forensic platform. Daisy was cheerily humming a song Brennan had heard on the radio a few days ago and it was getting on her nerves.

"Daisy," she said, her voice tight, "I would appreciate it very much if you would stop humming. It is affecting my concentration."

She looked up, having the look of a squirrel on her face. "Oh, um, sorry Dr. Brennan."

They worked over the remains for a few more minutes. "Hodgins," Brennan called calmly, "I would like a DNA sample to compare with the remains."

Hodgins still looked dazed, his cheeks still wet with tears. "Yeah. Sure." he said, his voice blank. His face was blank as well. Brennan could not spot a single emotion playing over his features. Grabbing a cotton swab, se ruched back over, hastily took a sample, and gave it to Cam.

"If this is Chelby Hodgins then, maybe Hodgins should not be present in this case." Brennan suggested quietly, as she handed over the cotton swab contained in a small evidence tube. She may not have superb social skills, but she knew when to be courteous and professional.

Cam nodded quietly, a whirl of emotions playing on her face. Shock, sadness, confusion, fear, more shock... It was dizzying for Brenna to watch. So she walked back to the platform, and Dasiy was looking confused. "Excuse me, Dr. Brennan?" Daisy asked as Brennan bent over the remains once more.

Slowly raising her eyes, Brennan gave Daisy an impatient and exasperated look, that Daisy totally missed. Or ignored; Brennan couldn't tell these things the way Booth could. "Why did you take Dr. Hodgins DNA? I mean, I'm not totally positive you actually did take his DNA, but I mean, it sure looked like you did, and if you did I'm just wonderin-"

"It is possible," Brennan said loudly, smothering the rest of Daisy's babbling question, "That this is Dr. Hodgins' sister. She has been missing since 2003. Didn't you hear our conversation? I mean, we were right there..." Brennan said, trailing off slightly. There was something about Daisy that just irked Brennan the wrong way.

"Oh, I didn't want to eavesdrop. I've done that before, and it got me into a lot of trouble, and what if I wasn't supposed to hear it? I mean, that would be kind of embarassing for you guys you know, if you were just-"

"Thank you, Ms. Wick. That's all the answer I needed." Brennan said, annoyance apparent in her voice. Daisy looked up, and for once noticed Brennan's seething glare, and she shut herself up.

Hodgins wasn't quite sure what to do with himself. After Dr. Brennan and Cam had walked off, he couldn't feel, couldn't think, couldn't speak... They'd found his sister. He had seen her remains, her bones. Angela's evidence proved she was wearing her favorite shirt. The one he clearly remembered purchasing. He remembered the soft tinkle of the bells as he walked into Good Will. He remembered finding the shirt, and thinking about how much she would like it. He remembered the wrapping paper he used. He remembered her birthday party. He remembered her face when she saw it, her smile, the twinkle in her blue eyes. He remembered exactly how she said "I'm going to go put this on right now!" Her voice wavering, barely containing her exitement. Chelby had always had an affinity for animals and nature, and how much she loved that shirt proved it. He remembered what she said "Jack, promise me, that when I die, you'll bury me in this shirt." He'd laughed, saying that wouldn't be for a long time, and by the time she died, the shirt wouldn't fit her any more. Little did he know she'd disappear a year later.

In his transient state of remembrance, he hadn't heard Angela's approach. She looked at his face, his handsome face, marred with an emotionless mask. But Angela knew better. She looked deeper, at the little things. The light teasing twinkle in his eye had disappeared. A small, almost indiscernable crease between his eyes indicated deep thought. His fists were clenched in his lap, his knuckles white. Deeper, still, in his eyes was a deep reservoire of hatred. Hatred at himself, hatred at the serial killer, hatred of the world. It was scary to see the man she'd loved so pained.

"Jack?" she ventured timidly. She wanted to reach out, to comfort him. Even though they'd broken up, she still harbored her feelings for him. She just wasn't able to admit that breaking up with Hodgins had been a mistake.

Her quiet voice reached out to Jack, and latched onto some part of his soul. He snapped out of his reminiscence. "You know," he said, his voice sounding almost normal, "When my father died, he told me one thing I had to do. It wasn't even about the company, or our money. He told me, 'Jack, you take care of your little sister. T-take c-ca-care of-f h-h-her,'" Jack broke off in great heaving sobs, that racked his body like a leaf in a hurricane.

Seeing him so vulnerable, so alone, so helpless, awoke a maternal piece of Angela's being. She tenderly wrapped her arms around his quaking frame. "It's okay, honey. Let it all out," she murmered to him quietly.

At first he leaned away from her embrace, feeling totally alone in his pain and suffering. But soon, the feelings were just too overwhelming for him to bear alone. He began to tenatively allow himself to lean into her, giving a little comfort. But soon, she was all that held him upright, all that held his soul in reality.

Angela was totally absorbed in her task of comforting Hodgins, having a one track mind. But when his sobs began to quiet however, she noticed they were the object of more than a few stares.

"Let's go to my office," she coaxed gently, easing him up from his chair. He leaned on her all the way to her office, where they could have a lot more privacy. She sat the both of them down on a couch.

Jack slowly regained his sense of conciousness and scooted away from Angela, embarassment playing over his features. "I, uh, sorry, Ange."

She scoffed. "Don't worry about it, Jack. You're hurting right now. I get it."

He leaned back against the couch, sighing. "I just... I just feel like such a failure."

"Hey, you are NOT a failure. Don't say that." Angela chided gently, scooting closer to Hodgins so that their knees touched.

Without saying a word, Hodgins withdrew his wallet from the back pocket of his jeans. Opening it, he withdrew a photo and handed it to Angela.

She took it, gazing into his eyes, she then turned her eyes to the photo. It was Jack, and who she assumed was Chelby. They were on a beach, a pretty white sandy beach with a blue ocean in the background. A few palm trees were visible in the distance. Hodgins had his arm around Chelby, smiling broadly into the camera. There was just a look in his eyes that Angela had never seen before. Just a sense of peace was so evident in his eyes it was staggering. He was wearing swimming trunks and a plain gray t-shirt. Next to him was Chelby. She was a beautiful girl. She was tan, and her face with a slightly square architecture, but she had a nice chin. Her nose was straight and her lips were a delicate shade of natural pink. Her eyes were deep blue, bluer than the ocean in the photo. Her eyes were shaped exactly like Hodgins, and their hair was the same color. Except Chelby's hair was long and wavy, shimmering in the light. She wore a maroon halter-strap bikini, showing off her nearly perfect body, and a green towel was wrapped around her waist. Her eyes were full of life, and both Hodgins and she had visible lilts in their faces, as though they'd just stopped laughing enough for the photographer to take the photo.

"Chelby always wanted to go to Hawaii. So I took her as celebration for her twenty-first birthday. It was," he paused, taking a calming breath, "so fun. She was such a fun person." He raised his eyes to Angela. "So full of life, you know?" His eyes were pleading for her to understand, to comprehend his pain right now.

"I know," Angela consoled, again putting her arms around him as his eyes grew misty, "I understand."

A/N: in case anyone was wondering, I am a huge Angela/Hodgins fan. They are as good a couple as Booth/Brennan! I am so mad at the writers to write them so out of charecter to create conflict. Anyway, please review! -Serena