Hay gang, here's chapter 2. Nice bit of Hodgela thrown in, and the lovely Vincent.

I clearly don't own bones, and any facts used comes from my own personal Vincent…google ;)

Enjoy, reviews would be lovely 3

The start of something beautiful?

"Vincent, to be perfectly honest i don't really care, and stop saying 'lover', you know it creeps me out how you English say it." Vincent and Hodgins were on their lunch break when Sweets walked in with the young girl

"Hey guys, this is Grace, she's..." Sweets was cut off before he could finish his sentence by an eager Hodgins.

"Well hello, what's a girl like you doing with Sweets? Babysitting i suppose, hahaha" Hodgins joked. "Im Jack, but everyone calls me Hodgins, and that's Vincent."

"Hey, it's really nice to me you, well it's nice to meet you Vincent, as for you Hodgins im not so sure"

"Wow sassy, i like it and you're English? What are you doing here?"

"Im just a fellow English 'lover' here in DC. Im here to visit Seeley." Grace laughed, winding up Hodgins would soon become her favourite past time whilst in DC. She looked over at the cute guy sat on the sofas, he hadn't said one word since she had arrived, all he gave her was a sheepish smile, she couldn't help but notice his big brown eyes, they were dreamy.

"Hodgins, Mr Nigel-Murray! Do you think this case is going to solve itself?" a voice came from behind the group.

"Eurgh 'lover'" Hodgins emphasised the 'er' of lover as he slinked away, with the young intern following.

"Grace? Oh my, you're all grown up!"

"Ahh Camille, how are you?"

IN THE LAB

Staring at the bones Vincent couldn't concentrate, the usually cheerful young man was feeling the strain of his internship at the Jeffersonian. He loved his job, he liked the people he worked with, he enjoyed DC but, he also liked admiration, especially from people he idolised, he wanted Brennen to tell him "well done" or how about a "good job", but a lass he never got this type of praise. In a kooky kind of way praise was like a drug, once he'd had one taste, he wanted, no needed more. His thoughts were interrupted

"So what you think? Vincent, hello anyone actually in there?"

"Huh? Hm yeah"

"Whoa dude, what's wrong with you?"

The exact question Vincent was constantly asking himself.

"Oh nothing, I'm just finding it hard to determine the cause of death."

"So that British chick ay? She wants me."

"Did you know that getting dumped often leads to "frustration attraction," which causes an individual to love the one who dumped him or her even more " Vincent asked.

"No but relevance being?" Hodgins didn't like to admit it but he had become quite fond of Vincent, despite his snide quips every time Vincent shared a new, pointless fact.

"Well, forgive me if im wrong, but I highly doubt it. I think you'll find that you are not over Angela, and are using Grace to distract from the fact that Angela moved on before you. Lastly, did you not notice that she only had eyes for me?" Vincent waggled his eye brows as he said the last part, finishing with a cheeky grin.

"Well don't hold back, it has nothing to do with Ange, but just for your clarification she and Wendell broke up, and Grace is out of your league."

"Oh who's Grace?" Angela had been listening to the boys as they stood on the platform, she'd felt a twinge in her stomach at the mention of her name, she had only just broken things off with Wendell, and as much as she tried to deny it, the essential factor in her doing so was her feelings for Hodgins. Her love for him had never gone; she spent most nights replaying the moment in her head where she walked out, his words "you're the one walking out" and hers "well you're the one not stopping me" were constantly played on repeat. She knew in her hearts of hearts that Vincent was right Hodgins still loved her, but he had every right to move on, she couldn't hold him back anymore, he was the marrying type and she just wasn't.

"She's, well we didn't get that far but she's here to see Booth." Hodgins replied, eyes fixed on the table, he'd hoped Angela had only just walked in, but if she hadn't he could not bear to look at her, he'd not done or said anything wrong but their past relationship was still a sensitive topic.

Whilst Angela relived the ending of their relationship, Hodgins clung to happier times, such as their first date sat at the swing set, it was perfect, he thought about being buried alive and trapped in the car with Brennen after being kidnapped by the Grave Digger, the thought of never seeing Angela again broke his heart, it was the first time he admitted he loved Angela "Im in love with Angela. Crazy, insane, over the moon in love with her", those words he once said were still true, and whether or not they got back together those words would always be true.

"Mm Booth has a secret girl, what will Brennen say?"

"Well she appears to be totally oblivious to the fact that she and Agent Booth are in love, so from that observation i would say that she will not mind."

"Ahh Vincent, so young, so naive, so wrong." Angela ruffled Vincent's hair, whilst his face appeared puzzled.

"Wrong? No that isn't possible, which part is wrong?"

"Sweetie, you think she's oblivious to the 'love' between them, she's not. It's complicated"

"And by 'it' she means Dr Brennen." Hodgins piped up.

Vincent continued to examine the bones that lay in front of him; he was confused by Brennen and Booth's relationship, if you loved someone and they loved you back why could they not be together? He was about to pose this question to Hodgins and Angela but thought it wiser to keep quiet, he could ask Dr Saroyan later. He couldn't possible ask that question to two people who were in that exact situation.

"So does Vinnie have a crush on Booth's girl? That could be a dangerous game to play. You do remember that Booth carries a gun right?" Angela teased.

"No it's not like that; i was just stating that she could not take her eyes off me. But then again who could blame her, look at me, im lovely."

"So humble, is this a trait of the English?" Chuckled Hodgins.

Leaving Angela and Hodgins to their awkward chit chat, Vincent turned his attention back to the skull of the victim, but his mind wandered, he kept thinking about the young girl he had just met. With the thought of her in mind, he carried on with his work with a smile on his face, his previous anxieties pushed to the side.