A/N: One of my favourite things I've written over the months and only posted on LiveJournal. Thought you might like it.
Disclaimer: Did you see this happen on the show? No. Therefore, I own nothing.
Supply Closet
"Booth," Brennan wheeled on him the second he approached, "Have you seen Angela and Hodgins?"
"No."
"Erg!" She exclaimed, frustrated, "I can't find them anywhere. Zach, have you seen either of them?" Zach looked up, shook his head quickly, then looked back down.
"He knows." Booth said.
"Why do you say that?"
Booth removed the scalpel Brennan was gesturing with from her hand and set it on the table. "That is the face of a squint who is withholding information from me. I get the look a lot."
"Zach…"
"No, Dr. Brennan, I don't know where are," Zach lied quickly.
"Even I can tell you're lying." Brennan put her hands on her hips.
"Okay, so I was lying, but I can't tell you where they are."
"Why not?" Asked Booth.
Zach took a deep breath. "Hodgins has a substantial amount of leverage on me."
"So he threatened you?" Booth clarified.
Zach nodded, "I suppose you could phrase it that way."
"Ya, well Bones needs her squints, so forget Hodgins threatened you and tell us where they are."
"No," Zach said defiantly, meeting Booth's glare with his own steely look.
"Zach, just tell me where Angela and Hodgins are, please."
"I'm sorry, Dr. Brennan, but in this situation, it's better for everyone if you don't know." Zach's eyes flickered automatically to a supply closet door on the other side of the lab.
Booth turned and looked in the direction Zach had just accidentally looked. "Is that where they are?"
"For the last time, Agent Booth," Zach said, getting annoyed, "I can't tell you!"
"Do you think Zach's told anyone?" Angela asked, her face flushed and her hair tousled.
"Nah, I'm an expert at threatening him to keep secrets." Jack assured her, buttoning up his shirt.
"Even when the secret's us having sex in a supply closet?" She smiled as he flattened a piece of her hair, grinning as he did so.
"Even when that's the secret."
"You have lipstick on your neck." Angela told him, wiping at it with her thumb.
"Now who's fault is that?" Jack teased.
"That," she said as he fixed his collar, "Would be the fault of whoever dragged me into the supply closet and started kissing me."
"Not the fault of the one who didn't object?"
Angela smiled coyly. "Why would I object?" She adjusted her hair, tucking half of it behind her ear. "How do I look?"
"Beautiful."
She hit him lightly on the arm, "No, I mean, does it look like I just did it between the iodine and a box of test tubes?"
"Angela, why won't you tell me what happened?" Brennan asked from the other side of the steel table.
Angela didn't look up from the facial sketch she was doing, "Nothing happened, Bren."
"If Booth and I disappeared and showed up half an hour later, walking out of a supply closet, you would pester me until I told you what happened."
This caused Angela to look at her best friend. "What would you be doing in a supply closet with Booth?" She asked, grinning mischievously.
"That was hypothetical, Ange!" Brennan exclaimed defensively, "Tell me, what were you and Hodgins doing all that time?"
"Sweetie," Angela said, "Whatever you think Jack and I might have been doing in a supply closet, we probably were."
That shut Brennan up quickly. "Oh."
"It would be a lot less obvious that something was up if you would stop staring at her."
"Shut up, Zach."
"I'm just trying to help." Zach shrugged and took a step away from Jack.
"Well don't." The two spent the next few minutes focusing on work.
"So," Zach said as they were waiting for a printout. "Was it worth it?"
Jack's expression was somewhere between disturbance and annoyance. "I am not having this conversation with you."