Angela bit her lip anxiously, her thoughts going crazy with anticipation. What was she thinking, a date with Hodgins? Sure, they were going as friends to a social gathering but past romance could spark and Roxy meant to much to her to break her heart again. This was a bad idea, a very bad idea. The velvety maroon dress that shone back at her in the mirror lightened her spirits only a little. How could she be excited when she feared the worst?

"Wow, you look spectacular. Too bad the party's not till' tomorrow. You seem like you're ready for it to happen right away." Cam announced, her eyes sparkling with an imaginative attempt to take in the glory of the dress Angela was wearing.

Angela shook her head, "Not really." She sighed as she turned to Cam, her face filling up with anxiety. "I'm still not sure going as Hodgins' date is such a good idea. I know he wanted us to go as friends but you know guys. They only say that so they can eventually get in your pants."

Cam pursed her lips in thought, "Yes but you and Hodgins reached that level long ago. I think right now he just wants you to support him like you would Brennan. I'd take it as a civilized, friendly gesture."

Angela nodded. It seemed to make sense; there would be no point in fussing about Hodgins like she was. He was obviously trying to be friendly. "Yeah, I know. I don't even know why I'm going crazy over this. I guess I'm just worried about the past coming back to haunt me."

"Then try and focus on the present." Cam said matter-of-factly. "I'm sure having a little fun with Hodgins won't change how you two stand. You've already made it clear that you're with Roxy. He knows and respects that."

Angela grinned, "Thanks Cam." With a positive smirk she continued, "I'm so glad I didn't ask Brennan what she thought. She'd just look like she had been a deer caught in headlights."

A knock on the door and a swift entrance from Hodgins interrupted their conversation and turned their gaze towards the intruder. Angela could feel her cheeks heat up as she realized what she was wearing.

Hodgins stopped dead in his tracks, unable to figure out what was going on before he walked in. "Wow, Angela the party isn't till' tomorrow. You going to be wearing that to the party or are you going on a date with Roxy tonight?"

"Oh…uh…I was just trying it on for tomorrow. I wasn't sure if I should go with this one or a more aqua color. You know me, I like to look my best." Angela covered up with uncomfortable speed.

Hodgins noticed the fear behind her voice, "Angela if you don't want to go on a date with me, I could always try and get some friend of the family to go."

"No!" She said abruptly, which set a whirl of confusion into the poor bug man's head. "I think it'll be good for me to go to one of these. I haven't been to a party in a while. I'd like to go." She smiled awkwardly and turned over to Cam for a little help. Cam immediately caught her reaction and thought of a quick excuse to get Hodgins out of the room.

"Um, Hodgins. I need you to see if Dr. Goodman has arrived yet."

Hodgins lifted a brow, "Um, Goodman left a long time ago…I don't think he's coming back. He was pretty gun ho on leaving in the first place."

Cam nodded, "Yes but he's come back for the weekend to go to Booth's party with me and he wanted to visit everybody and take part in the new case."

Hodgins rolled his eyes; "As long as he doesn't use his psycho guesswork on me I'll be okay with it." He said smugly as he left the room.

As soon as he was out of earshot Angela immediately pounded Cam with questions. "Was that just a quick lie or is Goodman really coming to visit?"

Cam smiled, "He's coming alright. I was the only one who knew till' now. I was hoping to leave it a surprise to everyone but unfortunately it was the only thing I could think of to get Hodgins out of the room for you.

"Thanks a bunch." Angela said with a satisfied grin. "I better go change before people start coming in and taking pictures." She joked before heading into the bathroom and shutting the door.

"Mr. Browning, you were sexually involved with Amelia Warren?" Brennan asked inquisitively as both her and Booth came upon the young dashing Pastor's son in front of his church.

Hayden looked up from the ground and with an uncomfortable chuckle replied, "Who's asking?"

Booth flashed his badge immediately with a confident smirk, "FBI, Mr. Browning. We want to ask you a few questions about Amelia Warren's murder."

The Pastor's son jolted with shock, "What?" With a sudden swift motion he put his hand to his heart as if he was about to have a heart attack, "Amy was murdered b-but how? Why? That couldn't be possible."

Brennan shook her head, "It is entirely possible sir, the remains we found in the river were an identical match to that of your counterpart, or so I should assume from other witnesses and that heartbroken look on your face that clearly indicates you two were romantically involved."

Hayden nodded slowly, "Yeah, we were a couple. I was actually thinking of popping the question not long before she disappeared. I decided not to because I was worried that age was going to be a problem. I mean the two of us to society's eyes and God's eyes are just toddlers. We're not meant to wed so early. Trust in a relationship takes time, and God meant for us to be married to the one person that we'll spend the rest of our lives with, not some romantic whim."

Booth nodded, "I understand. Still, one witness says you and your girlfriend fought a lot. Was it ever aggressive?"

Hayden looked at Booth in shock, "No! I would never hurt anyone sir. Our fights were petty but never aggressive. To hit another woman or any of your brothers is a sin against the great almighty. I would never do that to my lord and savior."

"Yeah we've met many killers who claimed they were Christian so forgive us for suspecting you of such a heinous crime." Booth boasted sarcastically.

Hayden looked between the two suspicious eyes with fear and anxiety, "I loved her okay? I know I decided not to propose to her but secretly I wanted to. I was just worried about….my father. He's never accepted Amy, and sometimes he'd scare me with threats of the devil if I married her. He was convinced she was the anti-Christ for some bizarre reason."

Booth took in the young boy's information, "So your father, is he in the church at this moment?"

Hayden shook his head, "No. He's at a stupid fishing expedition with a few of his buddies. They go every Friday."

Brennan's eyes widened as she turned to Booth, "Hodgins found fish scales on the rope found around her ankle."

Booth nodded and turned towards Hayden, "Thank you for your time Mr. Browning. We'll call you if there are any further details we need to know about."