Hello! I'm back! Just want to give big, fat, happy thanks to Diko, EverythingEventually, guendalyn3 and Southunlady. I like reviews :3 hoping to get a few more though!
Disclaimer: Maybe, just maybe, you could be getting the slightest inkling that I have some association with the show by now, since I haven't made one of these yet. I shall confirm thee suspicions, and yes, "I am Hart Hanson the creator and writer of Bones"… Dammit, wrong line. xD I don't really own anything to do with Bones but the DVD's, this laptop and my brain!
Chapter 6:
Angela chewed her thumbnail as she pondered over the results that had surfaced on her computer. She had run the victim's fingerprint through the criminal database, and came up with nothing. But Cam had found some chemicals on the body and they were the ones found in medications like clozapine and benzodiazepine, and according to her they are used in anti-psychotic treatment.
So she finished the search on just criminals and expanded it to people associated with mental hospitals, it seemed logical.
Angela leant back and closed her eyes. She dreamt of the art galleries in France, where she believed that she truly belonged. Angela wasn't cut out for this sort of thing; she had never really loved murder and mayhem. But she loved her best friend and she loved her husband and the father of her unborn child, so she would never want to work with anyone else.
While she was waiting for the results she decided to draw. She got out her sketch pad and a pencil, rested them on her huge stomach and looked around for inspiration.
Half an hour later she had the outlines of a beautiful Paris scene which she had sketched. The computer hadn't had any results still. Angela found sketching quite relaxing.
Then her phone rang.
"Angela Montenegro." She answered, and it was Cam.
"Angela, I was wondering if you got any results. I know I said that you would email me, but," Cam paused momentarily to let out a little sigh, "Fisher has been coming back in here all day. I try to make him help Doctor Brennan but he won't. Maybe he's just being weird."
Angela did think that was a little odd, well, so was Fisher. She smiled and shook her head.
"I am sure he is lonely Cam. You want some advice? Just go with it. We don't want him getting all depressed now, do we?" She joked.
"Yeah, I guess so. It's hard to work with someone literally hovering over you. But he has been helping me, so hey, this conversation never happened. Have you got any results yet?"
Angela explained her search, and how she expanded it to people associated and in the care of mental hospitals. Cam congratulated her on her good use of intellect and it was only then that Angela looked up again to see her computer had a result.
"Cam, I've got something. The victim's print. I haven't run the other print you found on the body yet because I thought identifying the victim was a bit more of a priority. So, here it is. Our vic is Doctor Mark Jameson from the DC mental ward; 47, No wife or kids, his mother lives near Michigan. The mother is also listed as the emergency contact."
The name, Doctor Jameson, sounded a little familiar to Angela. But she didn't let that bother her.
"I am starting the search for the second print now." Angela said and hung up.
Angela sat back in her desk chair and sighed. Poor Cam, she had no idea how in the world she herself would direct a whole division of the lab. Even for just one day, it would make her crazy.
Then her thoughts drifted to why Fisher would be acting weird, well he was weird. But he was always eager to consult Brennan. She wondered why he would act like that, unless he was hiding something. So Angela decided to go visit Hodgins, making a detour to inconspicuously interrogate Fisher.
She found Fisher in the bone room, inspecting some kind of bone, probably from the leg, Angela thought.
"Hey Fisher, what are you up to?" She casually asked.
The intern caught sight of Angela and removed his earphones.
"Oh, nothing Angela; I am Just trying to discover what happened to the victim, I have no idea what I will find in the Femur, but as-" he cleared his throat and shifted his weight, "Doctor Brennan says, 'don't jump to conclusions until all the evidence is in'. In that case, I have to find every piece of evidence, but I can't find anything else because I suck." Fisher replied in a miserable tone.
"Well maybe you can't find anything else because there is nothing to find. Do you really think Brennan accepts interns to work here that suck? Or are they, meaning you as well, very good at what you do?"
Fisher shrugged his shoulders, but didn't cheer up noticeably. "Well, I guess not." Then he added in a smaller tone,
"Do you think Agent Booth's girlfriend sucks less than Doctor Brennan? I mean, no one is doing anything about that." He must have thought Angela couldn't hear him, because he already had his earphones back in.
That was enough for her. Fisher definitely knew what was going on, and he wasn't really one for gossip so he must have learnt from someone he was around quite a bit today that also knew about her secret. And she was pretty she knew who that was.
She entered Hodgin's office, walked past his endless shelves of bugs, soil and slime and over to his desk. It was empty. He was the only other person who she had told about what she knew, and Angela was pretty sure he was doing an experiment or something with Fisher that afternoon.
Angela stalked off, as well as she could, in pursuit of her husband. She poked her head into Cam's office, he wasn't in there. She asked anyway,
"Hey, have you seen Hodgins?"
Cam looked up from her work, and shook her head. Angela spun around and surprise, surprise, Fisher was heading back into Cam's office.
Angela offered a smile and asked the same question to Fisher as she asked Cam. His reply was the same as well. Then she spied Hodgins over on the platform, using the computer up there. She made her way over to her husband.
Hodgins turned around when he heard her heels approach him.
"Hey, Angie" He said with a big goofy smile in his face.
Angela bent towards him and gave him a quick but sweet peck on the lips. She took a chair and sat down in front of him.
"Hodgie, listen. I've got to talk to you."
He nodded and took her hands in his. Angela took that as an acceptance to go on,
"Well, I was talking to Cam earlier. She said that it's really bugging her to have Fisher hovering around her for the past few hours, she wanted him to help Brennan but he wouldn't. And that got me thinking, he usually enjoys helping Bren out, and a reason why he might not want to help her is because he could be avoiding her. People avoid the ones that they know things about them in which they shouldn't, do you see where I'm going with this?"
Hodgins looked a little confused, but he was mostly dramatizing the confusion because he didn't want Angela finding out that he slipped their secret to the intern. She already knew, so what the hell, he thought.
"I'm sorry Ange, you know I love you but I was trying so hard to keep it in, and Fisher sort of just guessed that I was holding something back."
Angela didn't know whether to be pitiful or mad. She decided to make Hodgins know that she wasn't happy that he couldn't keep the secret, but she couldn't be mad at him.
"You know you shouldn't have told him right?"
"Yes, and I'm sorry again." He apologized.
"I am worried though; will Fisher be able to keep it a secret? I mean, Brennan trusted me with this. I don't want anyone else knowing okay?"
"So are you mad?" Hodgins questioned.
"A little, but I can't get angry with you." She smiled. "But just be more careful next time please, I really don't want to fight with you."
"Right, well sadly I have work to do. There are a lot of particulates on the body to be analyzed." Hodgins kissed Angela's forehead before turning back to his computer.
Angela had to go to as well, nature was calling and she had to pee again. She shuffled off to the bathroom.
OMG just watched the seventeenth episode xD finally, what a long wait again! It was all 'round awesome. :)
I will send little dancing Brennan and Booths into your dreams tonight if you review! Xoxoxo!
-rach :)