Angela had been rather successful increasing resolution on the image Hodgins had found on the barrel. The rendering had taken quite a while, but when she was finished the name of what she presumed was some sort of company and a logo were clearly visible. She only hoped that it was enough for Bren and Booth to be able to locate the company in question and that it would in fact aid in their investigation. A smirk stole over her face as she emailed the image to Bren; catching her friend with her proverbial hand in the FBI cookie jar was far better than anything she could have hoped for. Whether or not it had anything to do with the years of pushing and prodding on her part or if something had happened in Seattle that had finally served as the catalyst to pull them together, she really didn't care. What did matter was that her best friend had finally realized what everyone else had been aware of for a very long time.
"You look especially happy," Hodgins tone was teasing, but he was genuine in his curiosity at what had put her in such a good mood. Not that she hadn't been in a good mood earlier, well the earlier that morning really, but this was something a little extra and for a brief moment he wondered if her good mood would bode well for a long break somewhere in a remote corner of the Jeffersonian.
"Something happened in Seattle," Angela had that gleeful little smile that spoke volumes and yet she wasn't really volunteering much as she looked up from where she sat in front of her computer.
"Yes, a murder investigation which you just helped to crack wide open by rendering that image for me," Hodgins was completely enamored with his fiancé, together they just seemed to bring out the best in each other and he was sure that this piece of evidence was going to be pivotal in solving the case. He rested his hands on her desk and leaned in to offer her a congratulatory kiss when he felt her hand firmly pushing on his chest; pushing him away.
"Jack, something happened with Bren and Booth," She had a single eyebrow raised to compliment her smirk, the twinkle in her eye evidence that she didn't mean that the pair had found a great clue or the newest trend in coffee.
"How do you know?" Hodgins was used to Angela hypothesizing about how her favorite non-couple who claimed that they were just partners were really essentially already a couple, only they just didn't know it yet. His rational mind did little to protest because he could see evidence of it every time he saw the two of them walk in to a room together. However, clearly Angela seemed to think she'd come across something that would prove that the event she'd been hoping for had finally happened.
"When I called her this morning I woke her up," Angela paused as she let that little nugget of information sink in to see if Hodgins would pick up on what she was implying. Being a man, he just looked at her with a quirky blank expression on his face.
"We're three hours ahead of them, Angela," Hodgins had that tone that wanted to know what her point was without actually asking the question and finding himself in more trouble than he'd thought possible. Something he had blindly walked right into more times than he could count. With a woman like Angela, you needed to tread carefully and read between the lines, only he felt like the language between the lines was a secret code.
"I know we're three hours ahead of them," Angela mentally added the word idiot to the sentence as she carefully articulated every word so that Hodgins couldn't miss what she was telling him, "She was in bed. With Booth." She flashed an 'I told you so' look at him and crossed her arms to emphasize her point in case he wanted to try and refute what she knew was a fact.
"How do you know?" Hodgins leaned in again and hoped that he didn't sound doubtful. This wasn't the sort of thing you wanted to say unless it was true, and even if it was true maybe Dr. Brennan really didn't want anyone to know. Although, if she knew that Angela knew then maybe the big event actually had happened.
Angela's face pinched together as she leaned in a whispered conspiratorially, lacing her fingers at the nape of his neck, "Because she sounded distracted when I told her that she really should take my advice and tackle Booth herself."
"You did say that you had just woken her up, Angela," Hodgins let out a soft chuckle because she was so sure of herself and he had yet to hear something that was convincing enough to make him believe it too. Years of denial had paved the way for Booth and Dr. Brennan to continue to be a non-couple; surely a single trip to Seattle wouldn't change all of that.
"Yes, I did wake her up," Angela rolled her eyes in annoyance; the man was amazing, but for all of his good qualities he was still a man who didn't seem to be able to get a clue. She pursed her lips together and leaned back away from him, "Bren told me herself; Booth just added a little extra confirmation before she managed to hang up the phone." She arched her brows suggestively.
Hodgins' eyes widened in surprise and then he let out a conspiratorial laugh as he realized that all of Angela's dreams for her best friend had just come true, "This is a lucky day." He was hoping that sharing in her joy might just help him get lucky, maybe in the supply closet, but just as he moved in to kiss her he heard the distinct sound of someone clearing their voice.
"This is work people," Camille Saroyan didn't begrudge the happy couple's happiness; she just didn't want it to get out of hand where she had to see it. There was also something about professionalism and not contaminating evidence that flashed through her mind.
"Just celebrating," Hodgins pulled away from the kiss that he'd gone ahead and given Angela anyway and smirked at Cam as he stood up straight.
"What exactly are we celebrating and I hope that it's something to do with the case," While they were at work, Cam wanted them to stay on task. It was hard enough working a case without all of the added inefficiencies of an entire continent between them and the two primary investigators. She really didn't want to add 'hosing off the horny couple' to her list of duties.
"Dr. Brennan and Agent Booth are finally seeing each other," Hodgins felt an elbow suddenly embedding itself into his thigh; he caught the hint a little too late but coughed to try and cover it up and continued, "…got the email Angela sent with the rendered image I pulled from the barrel." He didn't sound convincing at all and he was sure that he was going to catch hell later from one Angela Montenegro.
Cam raised an eyebrow at him and smirked, "Good for them. As for you two; I'm not against using a fire hose if need be." She knew that it had only been a matter of time before Booth and Brennan took that step and she was genuinely happy for them. When she'd come back to DC and considered firing Dr. Brennan, Booth had made it abundantly clear to her exactly where his loyalties were, something even their failed attempt at a rekindled romance hadn't affected.
"Not necessary," Angela flashed Cam a smile and then glanced over at Hodgins with a warning look that spoke volumes.
"Let's keep pushing this; we can't assume that Booth and Dr. Brennan have all of the resources we do. Run that image and see if you can find the name and address of the company that the barrel belongs to," Cam might be a forensic scientist by definition, but she had the mind of a cop and she knew that the sooner they tracked down that little bit of information, the sooner they would either close the book on this lead or they might just break the entire case wide open.