OOOOOkay, people, here we go, the next chapter is ready.
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Chapter 10:
„Angela?" Hodgins approached her office calling his fiancée's name. It was deserted... the artist obviously was somewhere else. He yawned. It was past midnight, but they were still all at the lab, working on the few traces they had... nobody wanted to admit, that – if they would not get new evidence soon – the chances for finding Dr. Brennan were getting worse and worse.
When he turned around, he heard muffled sobs from somewhere... and soon he knew they were coming from Brennan's office. Slowly he approached the dark room and opened the door, which had been ajar. Light from the lab poured into the room and he could see the outline from a figure at Brennan's desk.
"Angela?" He whispered, cautiously.
"Jack." He heard her choke out his name between sobs and he rushed towards her. "Baby, what are you doing here, all alone?" He murmured and gathered her in a gentle embrace.
"Jack... Bren... we don't know anything... what if..." Another crying fit shook her body and Hodgins held her even tighter.
"Angela... Shhhh... We will find her. We will, okay? She's smart and she is strong, she is going to make it until we find her. We are not giving up..." He whispered soothingly.
"But she is hurt, Jack. And ... he is... what he is doing to those women... it's..." Angela's voice trailed away.
"I know. But we will find her. Come on, baby, you did not give up when we were buried by the Gravedigger, you will not give up now, okay?" Jack gently stroked her hair.
"That was Booth." She whispered. Jack frowned. "What?"
"Booth... he did not give up, he... kept us going." Angela explained, her voice a little calmer now.
"Oh... Okay... Then look at him, Angie. He is not going to rest until he has her back. We can do that, too." He pointed outside, where Booth was pacing, talking to somebody on the phone.
"You're right, Jack... I am sorry... It's just..." Angela was at a loss for words. She had been strong all day... but the fear for Brennan had overcome her suddenly, the fear clawing at her.
"It's okay. Everybody has to be weak sometimes... but you don't need to be alone. You helped me, when I could not sleep, when I had nightmares from being buried alive... I'll do the same for you, Angela... you just have to come to me, okay? No sitting alone in the dark." Jack murmured and kissed her softly.
"Thank you." Angela whispered back. "Can we stay her for a little while?"
Hodgins took her gently in his and answered. "As long as you want."
Outside Brennan's office...
"I do not care, how late it is!" Boot bellowed in his phone. "I am pretty sure The Collector does not care how late it is, too... And he has my partner! My partner, got that? And at least four other women... So, I need those tapes, okay?"
He listened for a view moments, then his voice got a bit calmer. "Yeah... Look, I'll come over to get the tapes... you just have to prepare them, okay? Yeah... thank you for your co-operation..."
He hung up and dialled another number. "Yeah, Sanchez, it's Booth. Could you check for more buildings with cameras on the outside close to the buildings where the women got kidnapped? ... No, we have somebody here to deal with the videos, we just need to know if we can get more... I know, I know... Well, wake them up, I don't care... Thanks, man. Bye." He hung up and sighed, then searched the platform with his eyes.
"Angela." He yelled.
"We're here." Hodgins' voice answered instead and the sound lead Booth to Brennan's office.
"Whatcha doing here?" Booth asked into the dark room.
"I... needed to be ... here.." Angela's voice was still thick with tears and Booth understood, what had happened. He sighed and decided not to mention it.
"Listen... I'll get tapes from the hotel which is in the same street as Bones' apartment. They have a camera on the outside, recording the entrance and the street in the background... We know when the power outage was, maybe we'll be able to get at least a picture of the asshole's car. A buddy of mine at the FBI is checking for other hotels, banks or whatever near the buildings where the other women disappeared. I need you to check the videos, Angela... Can you do that?" Booth quickly explained.
"Sure..." Angela cleared her throat and her voice sounded steadier, when she continued. "What am I looking for?"
"We know that there's been a plumbing problem at Anna DiMartino's house the day before she disappeared ... Plumber came, saying somebody had phoned him - blah-blah... nearly the same as at Brennan's. At Sandra Miller's house there was problem with the phone two days before she got kidnapped... The FBI is still searching for other similar things, but as it is night, people are not really co-operative...Anyway, we'll have to search for suspicious people or cars on the tapes around the time of these "problems" and the time the kidnappings took place..." He was air-quoting the word problems.
"I'll be back in ten with the videos from the hotel... Get your stuff prepared, okay?" He whirled around and hurried out of the lab.
Hodgins looked at his fiancée, his eyes now used to the dark, and said with audible doubt in his voice "In ten? It's a ten minutes drive TO Dr. Brennan's apartment."
"He'll use his siren. And it's not like he's going to get a ticket for speeding." Angela murmured absently.
A few moments later, they were just leaving Brennan's office, they heard the faint sound of a siren. Angela managed a half-hearted grin. "Told ya."
Well, please let me know, what you think... Did you like the Angela/Hodgins comfort scene... I thought it might be nice for Hodgins to return the comfort Angela offered him during the Gravedigger-episode...
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