Disclaimer: Bones originally belongs to Kathy Reichs, but is currently under the great care of Fox, Hart, Deschanel, and Boreanaz.

A/N: This fic aims to tickle your funny bone. Thanks! everyone for the very enthusiastic replies/reviews. I enjoy your feedback/input.

Tag to: The Slap in the Smackdown by Skole in collaboration with moi. A must read if you plan on understanding this chapter and the next!

SPOILER ALERT: Some season five material thrown into the mix. All of it is fair game. You've been warned.

"Brennan!" Angela stormed in, fuming. "Who's got your child?"

Brennan glanced up from the bone table. "Uh, I believe that's the suspect Booth just questioned."

Angela nearly blew the roof off the forensic platform (difficult since there isn't one). "What? Brennan you can't just hand off your child like an overrated paperback. You need responsible people looking out for the welfare of little Cordelia." Angela rushed off to grab the baby from the unknown person.

"Well, Booth ascertained that she wasn't guilty!" Brennan called after her friend.

Angela snatched the baby and took off in a huff, leaving said random person in total confusion.

Once inside the sanity of her office, Angela set the baby down in it's rocker and put the virtual fish tank up on the Angela-tron. The child cooed in delight. She seemed to love watching the fish swim by. Angela smiled, certain that the baby was now in good, capable hands.

"Uh, hey Ange?" Hodgins appeared in the doorway. "Quick question."

She glanced up. "Sure."

"What's your favorite jello flavor?" Hodgins asked, barely able to keep a grin off his face.

"Cherry." Angela stated, she quirked her brow. "May I ask what exactly this random gelatin survey is for?"

"It's for later." Hodgins lowered his voice, trying to imply sexual innuendo.

Angela smirked and quickly crossed the space between her and her husband to plant an enthusiastic kiss on his lips. "Mmm, I'll be looking forward to that." She gave him her sexy-glance.

Hodgins had to leave before his overactive libido got the best of him and he forgot what his initial intentions were. "Ahem, right. I'll see you later."

He walked swiftly from Angela's office and headed back to his special experiment.

If we were now the camera that films Bones, we would be following Hodgins into the room where his experiment was taking place. He held up a large square mold in his hands, and glanced at a worktable entirely covered in boxes of cherry gelatin mix. His grin widened; He was astounded by his own genius. 'King of the Lab', he thought to himself. He had to call Booth and tell him the epic event between the two hottest women of the Jeffersonian was actually taking place. Then again, now that Booth and Dr.B had tied the knot, maybe it wouldn't be the best idea to inform Booth. He did like to tell Brennan everything. Hodgins would keep his genius to himself, at least for now.

"There's my little girl." Booth cooed, bouncing the baby.

"How about all of our little girl? I've been watching her the whole day." Angela sniped. "Listen, you need to have a talk with Brennan."

Booth sighed and turned to Angela; he knew if he didn't listen to the artist something bad would ensue. "Alright. Why?"

"She can't just go handing her baby to whoever she pleases, Booth. Did you know Cordy was in the hands of one of your suspects today?" Angela pressed.

"Cordy?" Booth questioned.

Angela smiled sweetly. "A little nickname. Cordelia is such a mouthful for such a tiny girl after all." Angela kissed the baby on the forehead and gave Booth one of her glares. "I know Brennan is all about her work. But she needs to pay attention to her own kid if she's going to bring it to the lab." Angela insisted. "Just, get her drunk and try to reason with her. That always seems to work between you two."

"Alright. I get the point." Booth grumbled. "Thanks for being a sitter today, Ange."

"Oh, no problem." Angela grinned like a cat who'd just caught a mouse. "You know I'll be happy to any time."

Booth grunted and left, not liking where this day was headed in the least.

"Dude, get in here." Hodgins pulled Booth into his workroom by the arm.

"Careful Bug-man, I've got the kid." Booth reprimanded. "What's all this?" He glanced around, his mind slowly putting two and two together. "You didn't." His jaw dropped.

"Oh man, you bet I did." Hodgins chuckled, completely pleased with himself.

"This… is…." Booth struggled with his words.

"Jell-O Smack down." Hodgins finished for him.

"Oh man, Bren is gonna be pissed." Booth blew out a breath of air. There was a pause of silence in the room as both men measured the weight of pain that would be brought to them via their wives after this whole experiment was over.

"I'll call my buds at the FBI." Booth grinned.

Hodgins threw up his hand for a hive-five. "I'll let the rest of the squints know that you're taking bets."

Booth shook his head. "We've gotta be some kind of crazy."

"Crazy brilliant." Hodgins grinned.

Both men parted believing all would go smoothly in their little jellied experiment.

A/N: okay so sorry if you didn't read the jello one-shot so then you have no idea what's going on.

Basically there's going to be a fight between bren and ange. Check out that fic and see why.

Also, Cordelia won the great name debate.

I'm still up for debating jello flavors though. Toss me a line.