A/N: Well, this is the third chapter. I hope you enjoy it. My mind wandered a lot.. while typing this. Hodgins is turning into a father figure(haha). I'm so sorry...

Feed back is excellent.

Disclaimer: Don't own. Hart Hanson's brilliance.

He didn't sleep much. It felt like the second he closed his eyes his alarm went off. Instead, he had an hour worth of sleep. His body begging to sleep in again as he had that night. He wondered how his late night partner was doing, waking up at almost the same approximate time as he should. Sitting up, he wondered if he should call - just to clarify their relationship. That fateful night they met by chance, and came together, neither had the intention of continuing the relationship. He knew this well, but sometime during that rush of adrenaline and raging hormones he had became connected. All he wanted to know is that if he was alone with those feels, and if he wasn't than if they could possibly meet up again. Maybe it would grow into something more. But he couldn't get his hopes up. It was irrational.

Shedding the tee shirt he stepped into the bathroom to brush his teeth. Forty-eight, forty-nine, fifty and he was done. His mother was always strict about dental hygiene, and it rubbed off him and his siblings. He brushed back his floppy, brown hair that had grown out below his ears. Running his fingers along his scalp once to remember the feeling, but it wasn't the same with just him doing it.

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That morning he wasn't late. He and Hodgins actually showing up ten minutes early. So, Hodgins began to into a deep lecture how his study was unappreciated and how useful it could be while capturing a killer. Zack simply nodded, barely listening. Hodgins noticed this and watched, annoyed, as his friend fingered his cellphone uncertainly. "This is about mystery date, isn't it?"

Zack looked up, surprised. "Umm," he said slipping his phone into his pocket. "Say you and someone meet with... needs-"

Hodgins interrupted, "sexual needs?"

The young doctor nodded and continued, "needs that, well, need satisfying. So, you both come to a mutual understanding and use each other. There are emotional, and physical of course, attachments. After that night of satisfying one's needs... Is it pushy for one to call?"

Jack thought about this for several minutes. He wasn't sure what to say to Zack. It appeared that he had a one night stand with a girl, but had in the process fallen for her. It had to hurt. "Zack," he paused as he saw Angela walk toward the Jeffersonian with a coffee mug in her hand, "for once forget your rational, objective head and do what your heart tells you."

"Hodgins," Zack said with a heavy voice, "my heart doesn't talk."

"I was speaking metaphorically," he said rolling his eyes. "Just think about your desires. Act on impulse. You want to call, right? Then call."

"That's illogical," he said shaking his head. "I might destroy our relationship, and how is a phone call worth that?" Worse, he wasn't even sure if he could honestly admit to his own feelings. However, some small part of him wanted to dial the phone and demand an answer. What are your feelings? His heart ached. He desired their touch, but why was it? Was it hormones, or was it that 'love' everyone talked about?

"Whatever, man. I gave you my advice. Here is another wise word from my brilliance, you and I better go unless we want to be late."

Zack shrugged. The two entering the familiar lab. He glanced up to see Dr. Saroyan and Dr. Brennan pointing at a computer monitor. He understood the importance of their work, and his own. It demanded everyone's full attention, and he didn't have time to be brooding over emotional connections. He'd forget it. He'd forget the linger feelings, and the painful desire. He would do it. For now.