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Dr Jack Hodgins paced his study. Back and forth, wearing down the expensive carpet on the floor. he stopped and picked up a picture from his desk. Eyes brimming with foreign, unshed tears, he stroked the image of the woman that hugged him in the photo. Her eyes were sparkling, her laughter still filtering through his mind.
Laughter that stopped when she married that good for nothing rich playboy of an English-man.
Laughter that was now stopped forever.
With an anguished yell, Hodgins threw the picture at the wall, the glass shattering and the frame cracking. For the second time that day, Jack Hodgins sunk to the ground in despair.
"No..." he sobbed to the silent air around him "No. Not now. Not after losing Angela, as well as Zach. Not Emmy too."
For those interested enough to do research on the family tree of the heir to the Cantilever Group, would notice that Jack Hodgins had a twin. A twin girl called Emilia Hodgins. And she, as of 27 hours ago, was dead. Killed in a plane crash with her husband on a remote island in the Caribbean.
That night, Jack Hodgins didn't sleep.
The next morning a tearstained and rumpled Jack Hodgins picked up the phone.
"First flight to London."
His tone was devoid of emotion
"First class."
He paused, waiting.
"4 hours time? Thank you."
The phone call was ended and another started.
"Hello? Scotland Yard? I'd like to enquire about the whereabouts of Kalipso Cavendish."
A voice sounded at the end of the line.
"What? Nothing?"
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"She's been missing since when?"
A short reply
"I was not aware that Scotland Yard was compromised of a bunch of bumbling idiots. Thank you for your time...I will deal with the situation as I see fit." his tone dripped sarcasm.
He slammed down the phone in irritation, running a hand through his mop of curly hair. He retrieved the photo from its place in the shards of glass on the floor. Hodgins regarded it with a mixture of sadness and affection.
"God Emmy...why did you never tell me you had a daughter? That I had a niece?"
A tear dropped onto the photo, forming a blot on the bottom right hand corner.
"Did you no longer care about anything but yourself Emmy? Why did you do so little when she went missing a month ago?"
In a resurgence of anger, Jack crumpled the photo in his fist, clenching it until it hurt.
"Goddammit Emmy!"
His phone rang.
"Hello?" he asked, not even bothering to check caller ID
"Hey Hodgins, its Booth." the drawl of the FBI agent rang through the air as Hodgins placed it on speaker phone.
"What can I do for you Booth?" his voice was hoarse, no matter how he tried to hide it.
"Just checking that you were all right. You didn't seem in too great a shape yesterday..." Hodgins suppressed a smile at the awkwardness that Booth's voice emanated.
"Booth. I'm fine. You can tell the rest of the lab that I just need some time away."
Booth sighed, it coming through as a slight rasp from the phone.
"I was just told to ask you if you needed any help with...well anything..." he trailed off, obviously receiving instructions from those around him. If Sweets was involved, he was gonna ring the little boy's neck.
"I'm fine Booth. Tell the others that too."
"Okay, Okay. Just remember we're all here for you bug guy." Booth's tone was supportive as he hung up.
The harsh beeping of the empty line filled the room. For some reason it irritated Hodgins beyond belief.
"Fuck it!" he swore, slamming his fist into the desk "Where's a goddamn rubber band when you need one!"
Back at the lab, Booth shrugged as he hung up the phone. Angela was shaking, and Cam was doing her best to calm her down.
"For him to lose it like that, he's falling apart..." she tried to restrain the tears that were threatening to fall.
"Angela, he'll be ok. Hodgins can bounce back from anything, just wait and see." Cam soothed her.
"Technically speaking, Hodgins cannot 'bounce' as you put it..." Bones was cut off by Booth's reprimanding tone.
"Drop it Bones, just drop it.."
"Drop what?" Brennan was now officially confused. Booth turned to Angela.
"Just give him time... He's lost a lot recently, and I would hazard a guess that he's lost, or is about to lose something else. And he needs to deal with that on his own."
"You can't know that.." started Bones
"My gut, Bones, my gut. I know I'm right on this. We respect his wishes, and give him space."
"But..." Started Brennan
"But nothing."
"Booth is definitely right on this. An individual who has experience what Dr Hodgins has in recent months, will have a tendency to break down if he is yet again faced with..."
"SWEETS!" Booth glared at him "We let Hodgins do things his own way, as friends. Not as colleagues, and certainly not as his psychologist. Got it, kid?"
"Yes Agent Booth." Sweets said meekly, as the team dispersed, each to their own
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