First of all, I want to say a very-very-very big 'THANK YOU' to Katrina for betaing this story! I'll never get tired of thanking you!
Ok, here is the next chapter. I hope, it'll give you some answers ;) Enjoy!
Chapter 6
Matt stood near the kitchen door not knowing what to do or to think. The young woman was looking at him as if she had really known him. But his memory refused to give any hint. The only thing he was sure about, was that she was not the woman from his dreams. The woman whose face was the only reminder of his previous life...
Matt was so deep in thought that he didn't noticed how she ran towards him. He was surprised to find himself enveloped in a tight hug. But he was even more surprised when, after pulling away, she started to yell at him.
"How could you?! Can you imagine what she had to go through?! What we all had to go through?! One time wasn't enough, right?! I wonder how you are going to explain everything to her!" - Matt was in shock. He couldn't say a word and was just standing there and looking at the pissed woman in front of him. She would have yelled at him for a long time, if Anna hadn't interrupted. She came closer to the woman, hugged her shoulders and said:
"You should calm down, my dear. Sit here. Matt, bring some water, please."
But before he went out the woman spoke again. This time she was much more calmer.
"What did you call him?"
"I called him Matt. His name is Matthew Hewitt."
"But..." - she shifted her gaze from Matt to Anna. She saw in their eyes that they were telling her the truth. - "But..."
"I thought you had recognized him!"
"I...yes...I thought so...I must have mistaken...but he looks like..." - she shook her head and smiled weakly.
"I'm sorry. I'm just very tired," - she shook her head again. - "I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Angela Montenegro."
She watched Matt whilst saying her name but didn't see any recognition. He was either a very good liar, or he didn't know her. She decided to try once more.
"And I'm sorry for yelling at you. You look like one of my friends. His name was Seeley Booth. He died several months ago."
Matt looked at her. That name was unfamiliar to him.
"How could you think I was him, if he was dead?" - There was amusement in his voice.
"Oh, he had faked his own death once before," - seeing his questioning look, she added, - "He worked with the FBI."
Matt nodded. Angela had spent another thirty minutes there discussing the details. During the conversation Matt felt her watching him, but she didn't say anything else to him.
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Having come out of the café, Angela sighed. Her mind couldn't understand what had happened. 'He looks like Booth! His hair is longer, he wears different clothes, but his eyes...the eyes are Booths'...but he wasn't lying...he didn't know either me or Seeley Booth...I have to...' Not knowing what to do, Angela decided to call the only person who could help in such a situation.
"Dr. Hodgins is listening."
"Jack, it's me. I need your help!"
"What happened? What can I do?"
"Everything is alright. I need you to find all the information about a man named Matthew Hewitt."
"But, honey, who is he? And why do you need... "
"Can you do it without questions? I'll explain everything later."
"Sure. I'll do it."
"Thanks! And it's our little secret, ok?"
"As you wish. I'll do it right now."
"What would I do without you! I'm going to visit Brennan, and then I'll come to the lab. See you there!"
Pressing the end button, Angela put her phone into the purse and went to her car. She was so deep in thought that she didn't pay attention to world around her until she ran into a man. The collision took her by surprise and she landed on her injured arm with a loud shriek.
"I'm sorry! I didn't see you! Are you all right? Let me help you to stand up."
Angela sat on the ground and looked at his extended hand before taking it. He helped her up.
"It's not your fault. Don't worry, I'm fine."
"You sure you are alright?" - The man asked again seeing a grimace of pain on her face as she cleaned dust from her clothes.
"Yes, I'm sure. I need to go, thanks for your help."
The truth was that something was wrong. Her arm was sore after she hit the ground. 'I hate this day! Everything reminds me about that horrible case!' Hodgins' house
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A few months before
Angela woke up with a start because of the ringing phone. She opened her eyes and let out a groan when she saw what time it was. She had only slept for three hours. 'It had better be damn important! Or I'll kill you for not letting me sleep!' She took the phone from the bedside table and said with a 'you-are-dead-if-it-is-not-important' voice.
"Hello."
"Ms. Montenegro?"
"Yes, it's me."
"I apologize for such a late call, but you asked me to tell you when Dr. Camilla Saroyan woke up."
"Cam is awake! When did it happen? How is she?"
"Dr. Saroyan is fine. She is stable now. She was conscious a few minutes ago."
"I'm coming to the hospital!"
"It will be better to wait till the morning. Dr. Saroyan needs to rest. Besides you wouldn't be able to visit her right now."
"Ok, fine. I'll be there in the morning. Thank you."
"You are welcome. It's a pleasure to tell you some good news."
Having pressed the end button, Angela started to shake Hodgins' shoulder.
"Jack! JACK! Wake up!"
"What's up?"
"Cam, she is awake."
The entomologist opened his eyes. A wide smile appeared on his face.
"That's great! We'll visit her tomorrow, now sleep."
Angela shook her head.
"I'm too happy to sleep right now! I'll go get some water."
But Hodgins didn't get the opportunity to fall asleep that night. Just as he was drifting off into his dream a loud bang woke him again. The fire alarm went off. He jumped from the bed and ran where the smoke came from and where Angela had gone a few minutes before... Jeffersonian Institute
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Present time
"Hodgins! Jack! Where are you?"
The entomologist raised his head from the microscope and looked at his fiancée, who had just stormed into the lab. Her hair-do was ruined because of running, so her curls were just lying over her shoulders. Her cheeks were slightly red. 'She is so beautiful! Exactly like the Dicronorrhina derbiana layardi, especially when she wears that shirt...' He was suddenly taken from his pleasant thoughts about his two most favourite things - Angela and bugs - by a hand laying on his shoulder.
"Jack! Do you hear me? Hello! Jack!"
"Um, what?"
Angela giggled.
"You must have been lost in your thoughts. What were you thinking about?"
"I was thinking about the most amazing woman in the whole world!" - Answered the entomologist as he leaned closer to give her a kiss. Angela brushed her lips against his slightly and then pulled away becoming serious again.
"Did you find the information I asked you about?"
"Yes," - he answered and held out a thin file. - "All the information, which can possibly be found, about Matthew Hewitt is here. But I don't understand why..."
It was at that moment that Angela opened the file.
"OH, MY GOD!"
"What happened? What did you see there? I didn't find anything interesting!"
But the artist was too concentrated on her thoughts to hear his question.
"I knew it! I was right...what shall I do now? I have to talk to him...I should know what...but if..."
"Ange! Angela!" - Hodgins practically screamed her name to get her attention back to him. And he succeeded. Angela pulled the photo from the file and held it close to his face.
"Whom do you see?"
"Ange, I don't understand..."
"Just answer my question. I'll explain later."
"Well, I see a man. He has dark hair, grey eyes..."
The artist interrupted him.
"Does he look like Booth?"
"Like Booth? No, I don't think so. Why?"
"I knew it! Thank you, Jack! I'll be back as soon as possible." - With those words Angela turned around and flew out of the lab as quickly as she had come in a few minutes before.
Hodgins just stayed there and looked straight ahead.
"Hodgins, did you indentify the samples from our last case?" The entomologist came back to reality than turned around to face Dr. Saroyan and answered:
"Well, not yet. I'm working on it."
"Ok. I need those results as soon as possible."
She started to leave but then stopped and asked one more question:
"Was it Angela? I thought she took a day off."
"It was. She came to take a file. Nothing serious."
"Is it related to the case? Should I know?"
Hodgins shook his head. Cam looked more attentively at him.
"Is anything wrong? You look worried."
"Everything's alright. I'm just thinking."
"Are you sure? I could help."
"Thanks, but there is nothing to worry about. Now, if you excuse me, I'll go to my microscope." Anna's cafe
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The same time
Matt couldn't forget about Angela's visit. He was sure she was mistaken but...he just was not able to put all pieces of the puzzle together. He didn't know how.
It was a moment that he wished his memory would come back. He wanted to remember his life, his past, himself. But it didn't depend on his desire. He had only one image in his head. The image of beautiful woman with dark hair, sparkling grey eyes and a shining smile. But he was not even sure was it a memory or only a dream...
