(After "The Next in the Last')

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They weren't working on a case at the moment and Hodgins had decided to make sure all of his equipment was calibrated, clean and ready to be used for the next case. While he was testing his mass spectrometer Angela walked into his office and hesitated before she walked over to where he was standing.

"I'd like to talk to you, Jack." Angela noticed the room was as neat as it always was.

"Sure." Hodgins turned to face his wife. "What's up?" He had noticed that Angela had been a little anxious that morning, but she hadn't wanted to talk to him since they were getting ready for work and they were running a little late. He wondered if she was ready to talk now.

Angela hoped that she was making the right decision. She wanted so much for herself and her family to be happy. "You know I've wanted to move to Paris for a long time."

A bright smile on his face, Hodgins took her hand in his hand. "I know, it's why I bought the house in Paris. I'm ready to go when you are." He had made the purchase several weeks ago and Angela had been so excited when she'd seen pictures of the interior and exterior of the house. Because he wanted her to be happy, he was willing to give up everything to move to Paris. He had made a promise to her that he would always try to make her happy and he would keep that promise. He thought the house in Paris was what she wanted and needed.

"That's what I want to talk to you about." Taking a deep breath and then slowly letting it out, she knew this was a very important conversation and she didn't want to delay it any further. "Do you want to move to Paris?"

"I want what you want, Angela. I want what makes you happy." He gently squeezed her hand and kissed her gently on the lips.

A little frustrated, Angela didn't return his kiss. "That isn't an answer, Jack. I need you to be honest with me. Please." She moved her hand away to remove personal contact. She wanted an honest conversation and needed Hodgins to take her seriously.

Uncertain why Angela was upset, Hodgins stepped back a step and leaned against the table. "I want you to be happy, Angela and that is an honest answer. If you want to move to Paris then we'll move to Paris."

Slowly blowing air from her pursed lips, Angela knew that Hodgins was evading her question. "I appreciate that you want me to be happy, but I want you to be happy too. I need you to be honest with me. Would you be happier here in the Lab or in Paris working for someone else or not working at all? What would make you really happy and please don't say whatever makes me happy. I really need to know the answer to my question. It's important to me."

Hesitating, Hodgins tried to read Angela's face. He didn't know what she wanted from him and he didn't want to make her unhappy. "Angela . . . I want you to be happy. That is my honest answer."

Clenching her fists, Angela shook her head and tried to contain her temper. "Hodgins . . . Jack . . . What do you want to do for the next ten years? Do you want to work here or do you care where you work? If you take me out of the equation, if you had the choice, would you stay here or move to Paris?"

He could see that she was serious and she wanted an answer from him, but he truly did want to make her happy. On the other hand, he loved working at the Lab. "I'm going to be honest with you, because that is what you want from me . . . I love working here, Angela. I have the best equipment an entomologist could ever want or need. I help solve crimes with the best forensic anthropologist in the world, with the best investigator the FBI has. With my help, we've solved cold cases that no one else could solve. I was part of the team that brought down Glen Durant and you have no idea how proud I am of that fact. We stopped a coup, Angie. I've known for a long time that something was off . . . since I was a teenager. My parents were killed in a plane crash after my father found out something about his company. I never found out what it was, but I knew in my heart that someone had killed him and my mother. I knew it Angie and ever since we discovered what Durant was manipulating our government, that he was in fact in the midst of a coup, I knew in my heart that maybe my father had found out about it and he was killed because of it . . . I don't have proof, I'll never have proof but somehow, I was allowed to bring down the man who might have killed my parents . . . I know you think my conspiracy theories are a joke, but they're not, they were never a joke . . . If you want to move to Paris I will because I love you, but I love it here to Angela. I'm making a difference. We're making a difference."

She could hear the passion in his voice and though she had heard him talk about his parents before she had never heard him say that they might have been murdered. There were things in her husband's life that she didn't know about and it shamed her that he felt like he couldn't talk to her about those things. "Jack . . . Jack, I didn't know about your parents . . . I don't know what to say about that."

"There's nothing to say Angie, really." She wanted honesty and he had given it to her, but now he felt like he'd gone too far and placed a burden on her that was unnecessary. "My parents died a long time ago . . . I'm just grateful that I might have helped bring down the guy that might have killed them. Like I said, I never had any proof that they were murdered. Just overheard conversations and my uncle saying that something had been wrong about their deaths. My father had one of his company's finances audited before he died and my uncle was sure that he had found out something sinister. He was on the way to Boston to have a meeting with the CFO when the plane he was in crashed. Their plane had just had maintenance done on it and nothing was wrong with it. The mechanic that worked on the plane swore that there was nothing wrong with it, but the NTSB said it was mechanical failure. My uncle never believed that and I never did either. Uncle Prentiss was afraid to dig into what the problem was with the company. He was old and he didn't want to place me in jeopardy. He sold the company as soon as he could . . . Durant has been behind the scenes doing his dirty work for years and he's dead and I'll never find out if he had my parents killed or not, but he's dead Angie . . . he's dead and I helped uncover what he'd done and I feel like I made a difference. I made a difference, Angela. How many people can say that?"

Slowly, Angela placed her hand on his arm, then moved both of her arms around Hodgins' waist, leaning against him, her head resting on his shoulder. "I won't ask you to leave here, Jack. I'm proud of the work we've done here . . . Sometimes I get tired to the blood and the bodies, but we have made a difference, I can see that." After a few moments, she moved away so she could look at his face. "We can use the apartment for vacations and small sabbaticals . . . I'd like to visit Paris for a month or so, but I don't think we should live there. When Michael-Vincent is out of school for the summer, we can take a month or two off and we can see the sites in Paris, and in the French countryside. That would make me happy, Jack."

Filled with love, Hodgins moved into her embrace and held her against his body. "I love you so much, Angie. You find ways to make me love you more every day . . . Yes, we can take a couple of months off and visit Paris this summer and maybe during Christmas. I've never been in Paris during Christmas. It would be a new experience for me and for our son . . . We'll always have our apartment ready to be used when we need it."

A few tears fell down her cheeks and she knew that she would never find someone to love as much as she loved Jack Hodgins.

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After a while, Angela left Hodgins' office and found Cam and Brennan upstairs drinking coffee in the break room. The coffee freshly made, she filled a cup and walked over to where her friends were sitting. "We're not moving to Paris."

Cam had been certain they would be leaving the Lab forever and was surprised that Angela and Hodgins had changed their minds. "But you said you were leaving in a few weeks. What changed your mind?"

Sipping some of the coffee, Angela found it to be refreshing and invigorating. "Jack loves it here. He loves working here and who am I to take him away from something he loves? We plan to take a two month sabbatical this summer when Michael-Vincent is on summer break and stay in the house that Jack bought in Paris. We need the break after all that has happened lately, but I think that's all we need. I can start painting again. I don't need to be in Paris to do that. I can take a day off here and there and just paint for a day. I've been neglecting my photography lately and I need to get back into that . . . I think Durant made me afraid, more than I was willing to admit, but he's gone and . . . well, I'm not afraid anymore."

Brennan nodded her head. She and Booth had discussed what it meant for Durant to be dead and his organization destroyed and they too now felt free from the stress they had both been under. "I'm glad you are staying Angela. I would have missed you and Hodgins."

"We would have missed you too, Sweetie." Angela reached out and patted Brennan's hand. "Besides, I need to be here when your little fella finally shows up. I don't want to be a long distant Auntie to Christine and little Booth."

"Booth and I are going to name our son Henry Joseph Booth." They had discussed many names for their son and both of them had agreed that Booth's grandfather should have a name sake. "We are going to call him Hank like his grandfather was. Hank saved Booth's life when he was a child and he deserves to be remembered by the next generation."

Both Cam and Angela smiled.

"Hank would be so proud." Cam had known Booth's grandfather for many years and she had always been fond of the man. "He was a kind and compassionate man and he saved both Booth and his brother Jared. It was an honor to know him."

Brennan agreed. "Yes, it was."

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