Hello, so I wasn't sure if I was going to carry on and then some of you lovely folk added this story to your alerts, and I couldn't let you guys down now could I? So please do review and tell me if I should before carrying on, please and thank yous.
New chapter, with reference to the end of 'the he in the she', alas I do not own bones- which im sure you clever bunch of lovelies already knew, as always if I did own bones then dear old Vinnie would still be alive. Peace x

I'm gonna ask nicely.

Vincent sighed to himself as he drunk alone in the run down bar just down the road from the Jeffersonian, his words ringing in his head "is there a way to quit working here without losing Dr Brennan as my grad supervisor?" He really did want to quit, and he really, really did not want to lose Dr Brennan's knowledge and insight, but that wasn't it. Something was bugging him, he couldn't shake the feeling that he had just made one hell of a mistake. Sipping the last of the contents of his second pint of beer, he waved over the barman as he gestured to the empty glass. Running his hands through his hair, Vincent considered the possibility that he would miss Dr Saroyan, and of course Angela; who wouldn't miss seeing her face every day? He was going to carry on working under Dr Brennan and learning from her expertise, and surely he'd still see the "squints", as Agent Booth colourfully described the gang, from time to time. Then what was the problem?

"And another one bites the dust." Cam sighed as she tossed Vincent's lab coat over the edge of the sofa which had Hodgins and Angela sat.
"Not Vincent, I actually kind of liked the kid." Angela pouted into her coffee, whilst Hodgins smirked to himself, the overwhelming sensation to say 'told you so'; he knew this mister Nigel-Murray wouldn't work out. Yet behind the smugness, Hodgins stomach was spinning, as the realisation at the disappointment of not seeing the young English man again sunk in.
"I need a drink, you guys coming?"

"I'm lonely man, I mean no girlfriend, no real friends, now, now I don't even work at the Jeffersonian. Did you know that men rely much more on paid employment as a source to provide personal support and friendship? And what do I do throw it aaaaa-ll away." Vincent was beginning to slur his words by this point, as he let all his emotions and problems pour out onto the unappreciative barman.
"I'm sorry mate, but I'm going to have to cut you off."
"That's fineee, y-you're just doing your job, like I wa-a-as before I quit." The young man stood up, and began patting himself down in a search for his car keys, pulling them out with success when he heard that familiar, gruff voice…
"Vincent? Please tell me you're not going to attempt to drive in that state?" Jack Hodgins questioned, eyeing up the youngster who stood swaying before him, his hands on hips as he attempted to give Vincent a serious look, but all he wanted to do was laugh at the sight in front of him. The usually smartly dressed man stared back at Hodgins through bleary eyes, his hair standing on end as a result of drunkenly playing with it, his normal pristine appearance altered by an un tucked shirt, his top few buttons undone and his tie dangling.
"Come on buddy, let's get you home." Hodgins arm slid around the younger man's body, gripping him tightly as he led the way to his car, result a flutter within Vincent's stomach, 'must be the alcohol' he thought to himself.

"I quit today, Dr Hodgins, whatcha make of that?"
"Vince you can call me Jack now we're not at work, and yeah I heard. What happened there, I thought you said 'I won't disappoint'" Hodgins teased in a mocking English accent, laughing as he turned into Vincent's driveway.
"Wasn't what I expected, you see, I'm not use to it…"
"A lot of things aren't what you expect, I never expected an annoying twerp like you would actually, *sigh* be an alright type of guy." Vincent lit up at this. "Woah Vince, all I said was that you were alright, not that I'm in love with you or anything."
"No, no I know, it's just I didn't think you liked me, and I have no true friends here, I get lonely ya know." Vincent was rolling his head back and forth across the car's head rest, the inside of the car was spinning, and he couldn't fight the urge of wanting to invite Hodgins in.
"Just give it time, now here's what you are going to do, you're going to go to bed and once you wake up call Cam and demand you get your job back, ok?"
"Yeah I'm gonna de-MAND."
"or you know ask nicely?"
"I'm gonna ask nice-lyyy." Hodgins and Vincent's laughter filled the car until eventually Vincent had to leave, as he watched the car disappear from the view of his doorstop, he smiled at the prospect of a new friendship. Hodgins grinned from ear to ear as he drove home, even when he tried, he could not shake that smile; this was going to be the start of something very special.