A/N: I'm working on many more B&B scenes, never fear. In the meantime, I thought some insight into what Hodgins and Angela saw might be interesting … consider this a kind of flashback to the beginning of Booth and Brennan's meeting on the steps. Many thanks to the brilliant Eternal Destiny 304 for the beta work!

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Jack Hodgins had a nosy streak. It fed his appetite for conspiracy theories galore, along with providing a perfect backdrop to the investigative work he did for the Jeffersonian. However, the entomologist had a malignant, tough guy rep to uphold. As such, his curiosity about the unfolding Booth/Brennan relationship had been kept mostly under wraps.

It would have required a significant extortion attempt to get him to reveal how intrigued he was about the recent developments in the partnership. Luckily, Angela was a perfect cover. If they had to stand and gawk at Booth and Brennan getting it on in front of the Hoover Building, Hodgins could blame it all on his nosy wife …

They watched as Booth's SUV careened around the corner and came to a screeching halt in a fire lane. Their eyes remained glued to the FBI Agent as he jumped out of the vehicle, shouting his partner's name. When Brennan moved away from them, Angela grabbed Hodgins' hand and dragged him to the far corner of the landing, still watching Booth as he took the steps two at a time.

Angela let out a shriek of dismay when Booth stopped just below Brennan, a sound which Hodgins quickly muffled by clamping his free hand over her lips. Not like it mattered anyway. The partners' eyes and ears were obviously only for each other. The scientist stared at Booth like he was some kind of amazing anthropological finding; the FBI Agent's gaze said he'd go after Brennan like a fugitive on the run if she tried to leave. Hodgins half wished she'd try, just to see the chase. He suspected Booth would have flat out tackled her to the concrete. That would've been seriously sweet …

Hodgins didn't get to hear Booth's speech in its entirety. Too much of it was punctuated by Angela's muffled squeals, sighs and other expressions of ecstasy. His hand was being painfully pulverized in her grip, but he didn't dare say a word to interrupt his wife's vicarious pleasure at the scene unfolding before them. For the little bit he did hear, Hodgins had to give the guy mad props in spite of the sky diving thing. Booth had Brennan's thought process down to a science, pre-empting every possible excuse she could have come up with for not being with him.

When the pair finally departed, Hodgins turned to Angela. His better half was completely goo-goo eyed, staring off into the distance as her plans for Brennan's romantic future finally emerged from the chrysalis where they'd long been incubating.

"Did you know falcons are rumored to mate on the wing?"

She dragged her eyes away from the departing SUV. "What?"

Hodgins stifled a grin. She sounded adorably grumpy at not being able to follow the couple home.

"They don't actually mate in mid air. That's a myth born from spectacular displays of aerial courtships. In order to stake her claim on a male, the Myrddin female falcon launches herself into the air, aiming her body directly at her chosen mate, basically in a flying tackle. Sometimes an inexperienced female is rougher than necessary and stuns the male, so he tumbles in mid-air and she has to swoop down and catch him with her talons."

Angela frowned. "Booth isn't exactly inexperienced, if that's where you're heading with this, Jack."

"He is when it comes to dating women like Brennan," Hodgins replied. "Any guy would be. And I'd say Brennan has sent our G-man tumbling more than once over the last five years." He wrapped his arm around Angela's waist and began ushering her in the direction of their car.

"Anyway, then the female Myrddin flies back up and releases the male, and they repeat the same thing over and over again, locking talons and spiraling toward the ground in a death grip, pulling apart only at the very last minute only to start again from the highest point they can fly."

Angela stopped their advance toward the parking lot and gazed into her husband's eyes soulfully. Again, he hid a smile, knowing what was more than likely going through her head.

"Finally, the female flies away, deliberately inviting the male to give chase. She uses her feminine wiles to evade him, not willing to submit to a potentially unworthy suitor. The male's persistence is rewarded when he catches her and they mate for life."

"Oh, Hodgie," Angela sighed, throwing her arms around his neck. "Did I stun you?"

"Maybe just a little," he teased, linking his own arms behind her waist. "Luckily you have a pretty good grip, baby. You stopped me just before I fell to Earth."

Jack Hodgins was a betting man. And he would've gambled serious street cred, coupled with cold hard cash and the coveted title of King of the Lab, on his own little scene with Angela outdoing Booth and Brennan's.