Men in black

Angela sat at her computer screen watching the cctv footage of earlier in the day. Tapping her pen against the edge of her desk she ignored her husband as he entered the room.

"Angie."

"My Dad called. He's coming to visit next weekend. Honey, Walsh isn't on any database. I've been through every facial recognition programme I have access to and some I don't. He's not there."

Hodgins frowned . He knew his wife wasn't the sort of person to give up easily. Wheeling his chair over to her, he took her hand in his.

"Ang."

"Why are they doing this? Whoever they are?"

"Because they have something to hide. I even believed Zack was guilty. Shows how little I know." He sighed. "The fact is Zack said he was responsible for the death of a man. Even if we find enough evidence to go to appeal they'll still convict him of perverting the course of justice. They may still make him serve jail time." He took her hand in his as she nodded.

"I know." Angela sighed. "But not life. "

"No Ange. Maybe not." He agreed. "Caroline said Walsh isn't known to any government agency."

"I know you." Angela frowned. "You're thinking about shadow government and Men in Black." She watched as he shrugged.

"How else do we explain it? Someone wants us to leave Zack to rot and let the real killer walk free. I know my heart is ruling my head here but."

"Zack is the little brother you never had." Angela kissed him lightly. "I know. It's another reason I love you."

Hodgins kissed her once more, letting his hand tangle in her hair as she deepened the kiss.

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Zack lay on his bed staring at the white ceiling. He knew he had confessed but he also knew up until Dr Brennan and Booth had saved him he had only told one person he was innocent. He had liked and trusted Lance Sweets. The quiet FBI guy had been a good listener and genuinely wanted to help him. He closed his eyes, feeling genuinely sad that the FBI psychologist was dead. That the man he had thought of as almost a friend would never get to meet his baby son.

"Sweets." He mumbled, wondering why he had made the other man keep his secret. He glanced at his watch, noticing that it was too early to sleep but too late to really do anything other than stay in his room. His thoughts turned to the team at the Jeffersonian- to Cam who had been heartbroken at his conviction but didn't stop visiting him. He wondered what she thought about his current situation. Like Dr Brennan she was going to need evidence. He just hoped they found it.

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