Author's Note: Yes, I decided to continue this. If there are any mistakes, do let me know, because I got too lazy to really read through it all. Also, I've got some ideas, but if there's something in particular you'd like to see, let me know. This nonsense is kind of fun! :)

Happy reading!

As soon as Cam had ordered her back to work, Angela fled her office and made her way through the lab, searching in vain for her husband. The entomologist was nowhere in sight. It was times like this when she wanted nothing more than to wring his neck. "Dammit," she cursed. "Hodgins, where are you?"

"Angela?" A voice said.

The artist turned to see who had spoken. It was Wendell, looking both amused and confused at her behaviour. She had to restrain herself from pouncing on him. "Wendell!" She exhaled, "Oh, thank God it's you. Have you seen Hodgins?"

"Uh, he said he was going to go get some samples from...somewhere. I don't know," Wendell ignored her disappointment and could not help but laugh. "Who were you talking to?"

"No-one. I was talking to myself," she retorted, although in the back of her mind she wondered whether she was really the only one who could hear. Perhaps Sweets was right. Perhaps they were cameras around there somewhere. "He left? The jerk didn't even say anything!"

Wendell raised an eyebrow at her, "Are you mad at him or something?"

"I'm mad because I need to talk to him about something really important and he's just gone vanishing! We don't have time for him to vanish! We need to speak now."

"Oh," Wendell said. Concerned for his friend, he asked, "Well, what's going? Maybe something I can help with?"

"Thanks, but no. Nothing you can..." Angela's voice suddenly trailed off. She glanced at the intern with an expression that Wendell took as having an idea. He wasn't sure whether he would like what he was about to hear. Angela raised a finger and wagged it at him, a ghost of a smile on her frustrated face. "Actually...you wanna help?"

Wendell, unsure what he was about to get himself into, nodded his head. "Yeah, sure..."

"I need you to round everybody up for me."

"Huh?"

"You know, Booth, Brennan, all the interns. Not Cam. Round everyone up together," Angela commanded. If they were going to get to the bottom of this, they were going to have a meeting, everyone included, minus Cam, who Angela worried would rip her head off at the mention of any story. Once the rest of the team were on her and Sweets side, they would incorporate the pathologist into the picture again, somehow. Later, when she was cooled off.

"Not Cam? Wait, what? Why?" Wendell sputtered, confused.

"Because! We need to have an emergency meeting. Don't tell Cam. In fact, tell everyone not to tell her, either." Angela handed Wendell her notepad and began to make her way towards the stairs while continuing to give Wendell his assignments, "You go get everyone, tell them to meet up in my office in 20 minutes. Make sure Cam's not there. If you have to make up some weird-o excuse why everyone's gone, then you do it."

"Wait, Angela..."

"I don't have time to wait, Wendell! There's a conspiracy on our hands!"

"Oh. Okay. In that case..." Wendell did not get to finish, for Angela had already scanned her ID thing and made her way towards the exit. The intern glanced around nervously, wondering if someone had overheard their vague and mysterious conversation, then turned back to Angela. "Hey, wait! Where are you going?"

"To go find Hodgins!" The artist yelled, as if it were obvious. "What do you think?"

"To go find Hodgins," Wendell repeated to himself. "Of course. What was I thinking?" He turned back to face the rest of the lab, unsure of how he would even begin to approach what he was supposed to be doing. He knew he'd quite easily be able to locate Fisher, who had also been in that week, since this particular case they'd been working on had demanded a lot of work. But he wasn't sure he even had everyone's phone number, or if they would even answer, but he had no choice. He slipped Angela's notepad under his left arm and dug through his pocket with his right, searching for a phone. "Okay. Body number one: Arastoo..."

As Angela made her way towards her car, she pulled out her phone and hit the speed dial. It took only two rings for her husband to pick up. "Hodgins! Hey, where the hell are you?"

"I'm with Brennan at the..."

"I don't care!" Angela interrupted, "You need to get back here, now!"

"Uh," Hodgins paused, confused at why his wife was snapping at him so ferociously. He could not think of anything significant he had done to set her off. Pregnancy, he thought. Her hormones were raging wilder than a raging wild horse. "Why?"

"Because, I can't really say anything yet. It's too confusing. I'll explain everything when you get here. Just, get your butt back over to the lab, please? Like, right away?"

"What's going on, Angie?" Hodgins asked, with growing concern.

"Something! I'm fine, just, you need to come back to the lab, ok? Bring Brennan with you. I'm gonna go pick up Sweets and then head back to the Jeffersonian. We're all meeting in my office in twenty minutes, all right? But don't tell Cam. She'll kill you."

"Wait," her husband frowned. "What?"

"Don't tell her! I got to go, Jack. Don't be late."

"Wait, Angela..." Hodgins tried, but it was too late. The artist had hung up on him. The entomologist was left horribly confused. He stared at his phone for a moment, then turned to face Brennan, who was eyeing him strangely.

"Who was it?" The anthropologist asked.

"Angela," he answered. "We have to get back to the lab."

Meanwhile, Booth was at the FBI doing an interrogation.

"Well, somebody steals my wife, I'd be pretty mad too. Especially if it was another woman."

"I didn't kill her," the suspect dismissed. "Sandra wasn't worth it. She wanted to go be with someone else, fine. So be it. I would have let her. All she had to do was ask."

"But she couldn't, could she? Because she was afraid. Afraid of you, afraid of what you would do to her. That's why she ran."

"I never laid a finger on her!"

"That's not what she told police last year. She..." suddenly, the agent was interrupted when his phone began to ring. He glanced at the suspect, then pulled his phone out, more than a touched annoyed.

"I think you're supposed to turn that thing off," the suspect said.

"Shut up," Booth ordered. He flipped his phone open and pressed it up to his ear, without even glancing at the caller ID. "What?"

"Agent Booth?"

"Wendell?" Booth recognized, incredulously. He was friends with the intern, had even played hockey with him a few times, but this was surprising. He was the last person he'd expect to get a call from.

"Yeah, hey. Uh, listen...Sorry, if I'm interrupting something. Angela told me she wanted me to get everyone to the lab..."

"Angela?" Booth repeated, gripping the phone a little tighter. The suspect watched on with a mixture of amusement and annoyance. Booth did his best to ignore him.

"Yeah. She has something important to say, or something. I don't really know, she didn't tell me anything else."

"You called me during an interrogation to tell me Angela wants to have a meeting?"

"Oh. I didn't...I didn't know you were...sorry!" Wendell hastily apologized. "If I'd known you were busy, I wouldn't have...Sorry. I'll make it quick. She wants everyone in her office in twenty minutes for something important."

"Twenty minutes?" Booth repeated, as if he were actually considering. He gave Wendell a tsk of the tongue, and shook his head. "Sorry, I can't."

"But, she said it was really important..."

"Yeah? Really important to Angela is what color bra she's going to wear, or how someone's about get laid." The agent ignored the suspect's snicker, and went on. "Believe me, I'm sure it's nothing."

"Well, it really sounded like it was important."

"Angela's important. Not like everyone else's important, okay? Thank you, Wendell. It was nice talking to you, but I'm going to have to decline."

"Wait, Booth!" Wendell pleaded, but he was only answered by the sound of a dead conversation. The agent had hung up on him. Wendell was sure Angela was going to kill him. Still, he coudn't help but wonder if Booth had been right, about it being nothing. Still, the artist hadn't made it out to be nothing and he'd agreed to get everyone where she needed them in time. How he was going to do it, he had no idea. "Great," he sighed, ending the call on his phone. "Just great."

As soon as she'd gotten through to Hodgins, Angela hit another button on her speed and listened to the phone dial Sweets' number. "Come on, come on...Pick up..."

"Yeah?" He answered.

"Sweets! Hey. Where are you?"

"On my way back to work," he told her, as if trying to refresh her memory. "Cam kicked me out, again. Remember?"

"Yeah, yeah. Listen...you need to get back here, pronto."

"No way! If Cam sees me she'll cut my head off."

"Maybe more than just that, but I don't care! That's a risk I'm willing to take." The artist unlocked the door to her Sienna and climbed in, shutting the door behind her. She wasted no time buckling herself in, phone wedged between her ear and her shoulder. "You need to get back."

"Oh, I'm so lucky to have a friend like you," Sweets joked.

"Will you shut up?" She asked, turning the ignition on. "This is serious. I'm calling a meeting."

"You want to tell everyone about the fanfictions?" Sweets asked her. He himself had pondered whether or not they should just be straight forward about the whole thing with everyone else, or take the time to investigate it further, just the two of them. He didn't want a repeat of what happened with Cam back at Angela's office. He didn't need everyone hating on him.

"Don't you?"

"Well, yeah," he said, "But..."

"No buts, Sweets! Either we tell them now, or never."

"Yeah, but, Angela, I don't know if this is such a good time." He said, "I mean, we barely found out about this stuff, and look what happened when we tried to tell someone about it! No-one's gonna believe us!"

"Hodgins will!"

"Hodgins will believe anything! Angela, no. I think we should wait."

"I can't wait, Sweets! You know I can't wait. It's physically impossible to wait. If we just wait, it's gonna kill us inside keeping this secret while everyone goes on with their merry little lives being broadcast or whatever, while we suffer the guilt of not telling, and having to live with the fact that everything that happens in our lives isn't secret, no matter what it is! I don't think you want to have to go through that, so we're going to tell them and we're going to tell them, today."

Sweets took a deep breath, himself feeling like he was running low on oxygen just from hearing Angela speak so fluently without a pause.

"Are you still there?" She asked him.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm here. Okay, fine. We'll tell them."

"Good. I told Wendell to round everybody up in my office in twenty. Everyone's gonna be there, so you have to be there, too, since you're the one who found it in the first place. Now where are you? I'm coming to pick you up."

"I'm in my car, remember?"

"Good. So stay there and I'll be there in a few minutes."

"Angela, I'm. In. My. Car. I can get there myself."

"Oh, right." Angela laughed, turning the ignition off. "Then why am I in my car?"

"So, what's all this about?" Fisher asked. He and Wendell had been sitting around Angela's office for a few minutes, Wendell having already given up on phoning everyone and not expecting anyone to show. He was worried about what would happen when Angela arrived, but he kept assuring himself he had tried and there was little more he could do.

"I don't know," Wendell admitted. "Angela said I needed to get everyone in here. Oh, except Dr Saroyan, for some reason. I don't know. You were the only one I could find around here so that's why you're here."

"Oh," Fisher nodded. "I see."

"What?"

"That's why I'm here. That's the only reason I'm here, because I was already here."

"No," Wendell sighed. "Wait, I didn't mean to make it sound bad, or anything..."

"No, no. It sounds fine," Fisher said dramatically. "I get it. It just makes me wonder. Why are we even here in the first place?"

"Huh?"

"What is the purpose of life?"

"You know, I think I'm gonna go check if Angela's back yet. Maybe try to give Vincent another call. I'll be back," Wendell said, pushing himself off from the computer chair and towards the door, in hopes of escaping another one of Fisher's depressing rambles. "You just stay here, and stay hidden."

Fisher watched him indifferently, and shrugged. When his fellow intern was gone, Fisher sighed and whispered to himself, "What is the purpose of life?"

For that, he had no answer.

"What do you mean Fisher's not here?"

"He said he had to go take care of some things," Wendell explained.

"Take care of some things where?" Cam questioned, "What things?"

"Oh, uh, I don't know. He wasn't being real specific. You know how that guy can be." Wendell gave Cam a nervous laugh, and continued, "But, if you want...I'll go find him."

"No," Cam shook her head. "Someone around here needs to stay at work. And where in the world is Angela? She was supposed to have a face for victim half an hour ago."

"Angela?" Wendell asked, as if he'd never heard the name before. "Angela...oh, Angela! Yeah, uh, haven't seen her. Weird. Everyone's missing today. That's weird, huh? Maybe I should go look for her, too."

"No, you need to do your work. I'll look for them."

"Oh, uh, you sure about that, Dr. Saroyan? You are the boss, after all. You shoudn't waste your time trying to...find people, when you could be doing something else. Trying to find people, not a good way to spend your important time, but, uh, I could do it, no problem! I'm ahead in my work, anyway. Just...waiting for the results."

"Why are you in such a hurry to find them? You got somewhere else to be?"

"What? No, no. Just...right here, in the lab! But surrounded by my fellow lab...mates, which aren't here right now, and frankly, Dr. Saroyan, it's got me a little worried. They should have been back by now, don't you think? From wherever they were."

"Get back to work, please."

"Will do."

"If you hear from Fisher or Angela..." Cam said.

"I'm here!" Angela interrupted, coming up the stairs with Sweets following close behind. "Don't get mad, I'm here!" When the pathologist locked eyes on Sweets, he turned to get out of her way, but Angela grabbed him by the arm and tugged him along behind her. "Oh, no. You're not going anywhere, sweetie."

"Sweets?" Cam said," I thought I told you to get back to the FBI."

"Yeah, you're right. You did. Must've slipped my mind," he chuckled. "Sorry, I'll just go."

But Angela gripped his wrist even tighter than before, and shook her head. "Don't go. Cam, " she said, turning back to the pathologist. "Hey, so, we're both really sorry about what happened earlier."

"What happened earlier?" Wendell asked.

"Nothing, Wendell! Nothing," Angela mumbled. "Um, where was I? Oh, yeah. You were right. We were totally out of line doing that, and...well, we just wanted to apologize to you."

"Oh. Well, I appreciate the official apology, Angela, but there's still no reason for Sweets to be here. He should be at the Hoover, doing his work. And you, I don't know where you were, but I know you should've been back in your office doing your work, as well."

"I know, but Sweets here...he called me, and I had to go pick him up," Angela lied.

"What?" Sweets squeeled. Angela gave him a look and squeezed his wrist even tighter. He winced at the pain, trying to pry her grip off him with his other hand. "Ow. Yes, yes. I asked her to come pick me up."

"Why?" Cam asked.

"Because...because, he was...in an accident!" Said Angela.

"You were?" Both Cam and Wendell asked at the same time.

Sweets glanced between the three of them, and nodded, albeit reluctantly. "Yeah. Nothing serious. Just...some guy, decided turning would be good idea when...he shouldn't have...turned. So, my car was kind of...broken, and I called Angela here, " he motioned to her, and taking a signal, she loosened her grip on him, but still did not release him. "To pick me up because...I coudn't drive it..."

"Because it was broken," Angela finished.

"Oh. Well, you're all right, though. Right, Sweets?" Cam asked, softly. "You don't need to see a doctor?"

"Oh, no. I'm fine, Dr. Saroyan, thank you. I'll be fine."

"All right. Well, I'm sorry about your car." The pathologist sympathized.

"Yeah, man. That sucks," Wendell agreed. At the look he got from both Angela and Sweets, he nodded in understanding. "Oh."

"Well, I would have driven him back to work," Angela continued, "But there's a ton of traffic, from the accident, you know, and I had to come finish my work, so I just thought it'd be okay if I brought him back here for a little while, you know. That's okay, right?"

"Fine. Under the circumstances, I suppose it's all right. But you need to get to work, " Cam said, turning to Angela and then to Wendell. "Both of you. She turned to Sweets, looked him over to make sure he did not appear to be severly injured, then sighed. "And I don't want you to cause a distraction."

"No problem," Sweets agreed.

"Are you...sure you don't want us to take you to the hospital, or anything?"

"I'm fine, Dr. Saroyan. It's just a scratch..."

"Well, we better get back to work. Isn't that right, Wendell?" Angela interrupted. "Yeah, come on guys. Let's go do our work." She turned to Cam and offered one more apology. "Still very sorry." With that said, she hustled towards her office, Sweets in tow by an arm, Wendell following, shooting an awkward glance at their boss.

Cam blinked and went on her way.

"What's so important that you had to call everyone in for a meeting?"

Wendell was ignored. Angela pushed the boys into the office, and shut the door. Sweets, thankful that he had been released from her death grip, rubbed at his wrist in pain. If she had held onto him a minute longer, she would have squeezed his hand right off! She ignored his glares, however, noticing the only other person in the room.

"Fisher?" She asked, turning to Wendell. "That's it? Just Fisher?"

"He's all I could find," Wendell shrugged.

"Well, what about everyone else?" Angela screeched. "This is supposed to be a big meeting! I told you to get everyone here. Why aren't they here?"

"Arastoo wasn't answering his phone."

"He was probably praying," said Fisher.

"And Booth was interrogating someone, or something." Wendell went on, "He wasn't glad that I interrupted him, either! He thinks this is just about sex!"

"Who told you?" Angela and Sweets asked simultaneously.

"What? So this is just about sex?" Wendell groaned. "Angela! Come on, I called an FBI agent during an interrogation! Fisher and I could have solved the case by now, and Dr. Saroyan is getting suspicious. For your information, you're lucky that you guys are such good liars or she wouldn't have believed you."

"Really? 'Cause I thought we were awful," Sweets said.

"You were kind of awful but somehow she believed you," Wendell explained. "But that doesn't mean she isn't onto you guys! Now what is going on? What happened earlier that you had to apologize for ten thousand times?" He turned to Sweets," And what'd you do to get you kicked out of the lab? Again? Did you two have sex or something?"

"What?" Sweets choked.

"No! No, Wendell. No. I did not have sex with Sweets."

"I wouldn't have sex with Angela! Are you kidding me?" Sweets questioned. "I have a girlfriend!"

"Yeah, and I wouldn't have sex with Sweets! Even if he is young and cute. I have Hodgins! We're having a baby, remember?" Angela reminded.

Sweets turned to Angela and asked, "You think I'm cute?"

"Well, yeah. You got a good thing going there. But that doesn't mean I would hop in bed with you. I mean, if Daisy, Hodgins and the baby were out of the picture, then yeah, who knows? But no. I wouldn't."

"I wouldn't either," Sweets agreed, seriously. "You are beautiful, though."

"You think so?" She smiled.

"Very," came his answer.

"Uh, hello? Guys? Will you please stop flirting and tell me what the hell's going on here? I think I deserve to know, after all the work I did," Wendell complained.

"What work?" Angela asked. "You got Fisher. He was already here. We're still missing like 10 people!"

"You said you were going to get Hodgins. You got Sweets instead. So you shouldn't be talking about me not doing my job, because I tried!" Wendell countered.

"It's true," Fisher backed him up. "I saw him on the phone."

"Whatever," Angela groaned. "Whatever. Look, Hodgins and Brennan are on their way, and we'll worry about Booth later. Now, what about the other interns?"

"Arastoo didn't answer his phone, like I said," Wendell shared. "And Clark said he wasn't coming because he doesn't want to get sucked into any more drama, or whatever. And Vincent I think said he was playing on some game show or something. "

"All right. Well, what about Daisy? Sweets?"

"Daisy's taking her exam to get clearance, today." Sweets answered, "She's busy. She can't make it. But I'll let her know what's going on later, when I see her."

"Okay," Angela breathed. "All right. Well, we'll have to make do with what we got."

"Which is what, exactly?" Wendell pried.

"Okay, me and Sweets, we've got a big secret that we've got to tell everbody. It's like super important, and it affects all of us. So I want everyone to be here before I say anything."

"If it affects us, you've got to tell us!" Wendell said. Fisher nodded. "Angela?"

"Did you just hear what I said?" Angela asked. "I want to wait for everyone else to get here, before I say anything!"

"You don't know when Hodgins and Dr. Brennan are gonna get here," Wendell said. "There's traffic. They're not in this area. It could take them forever! It's now or never, Angela. Come on."

Angela sighed, then glanced at Sweets, who looked uncomfortable. "You wanna tell them?"

"Not really," the psychologist admitted. "But I'll do it." Fisher and Wendell watched Sweets intently, waiting to hear what the big news was. Wendell swore if he and Angela really did have sex, he would blow the building up and kill everyone inside of it. Sweets took a deep breath, then blurted out, "There's a government conspiracy going on."

Fisher and Wendell groaned.

"No. No, seriously!" Sweets continued, "I know how ridiculous that sounds, but hear me out for a second, all right?"

"Listen to him," Angela nodded. "Listen to him."

"Okay. The other day, yesterday, I was surfing the web..." Sweets explained, "And out of nowhere I just ended up on some website."

"Zeitgeistmovie dot com?" Fisher asked.

"What? No," Sweets blinked. "No. Much more serious than that."

"More serious than September 11th?" Wendell asked. "Go on, I'm listening."

"Right, so I just decided that I would browse around...you know, see what that site had to offer."

"Was it a porn site?" Fisher asked, "Because if it was, I probably know it."

"No, Fisher. It wasn't a porn site! All right? Can I continue, please?" Sweets snapped.

"Go on," Fisher agreed. "No-one's stopping you."

"Okay," Sweets sighed. "Well, it was a fanfiction site. You know, when people write about things they like...movies, TV shows, things like that. They write stories and they post them onto this site where everyone can see. And I'm talking about everyone. People write there from around the entire world. In different languages, and everything."

"Yeah," Wendell droned. "So?"

"So? Dude, there's a section about us!"

Fisher and Wendell glanced at eachother uncertainly. "What do you mean about us?" Wendell asked. As far as he was concerned, Angela and Sweets were on some new kind of experimental drug. One that made everything they did make no sense at all to the real world.

"He means about us!" Angela said, moving her finger in a circle around the group to emphasize her point.

"Like us-us? Like, the four of us?" Wendell asked, eyebrows furrowed in extreme confusion.

"No! I mean like the entire Jeffersonian/FBI group, us!" Sweets clarified. "Our families and everything. Parker, Hannah, anyone who we've ever associated with!"

"Everyone?" Fisher repeated.

"EVERYONE," Sweets assured. Then, "Well, not everyone. But a lot of us. Some people...I haven't even heard of! What was his name? Goodman or something! He was there, too."

"What the HELL are you talking about, man?" Wendell asked, placing his hands on a frantic Sweets' arms in order to calm him. "He was where? When did this happen?"

"What happened, again?" Fisher asked. "I'm confused. So this wasn't a porn site?"

Sweets shot Fisher a glare, "For the last time, it wasn't a porn site!"

"Hey, that's okay, man." Fisher consoled, "You don't gotta be embarassed. Everyone looks at porn, sometimes."

"I have a girlfriend! I don't need to look at porn! And not everyone looks at porn, for your information! Because I sure don't!" Sweets snapped, rather defensively.

"Me thinks the young one doth protest too much," Fisher snickered.

"Will you just shut up?" Angela demanded, loudly. "Because I will not hesitate to snap your neck if I have to. Now let the man talk!"

"Violence is not the answer, Angela." said Wendell.

But Angela would not have it. She turned to Wendell and seethed, "It is this time." She turned back to a frustrated Sweets and told him to, "Please continue."

"Thank you," Sweets mumbled. "Anyway, we're all in danger."

"What do you mean we're all in danger?" Wendell wondered.

"I mean...haven't you ever seen Horton Hears A Who?" Sweets asked. Fisher and Wendell both glanced at eachother, confused. Even Angela did not appear to understand where he was going with his logic, but she seemed indifferent to that fact. She knew he would get his point across somehow. When nobody answered, he asked with a little more force, "Well, have you?"

"Yeah," Wendell said.

"Haven't you ever wondered if you were a Who, living on that little white speck, tiny and insignificant to the greater world?"

"Is this a trick question?" Fisher asked. "Not like some reserve psychology kind of question, is it?"

"I'm being serious, here!" Sweets said, "And that term is almost always misused. But the point is, there's a giant elephant watching our every moves!"

"Figuratively or literally?" Wendell asked carefully, afraid that his friend might actually be on drugs.

"Well, I don't know! It could go both ways," Sweets, apparently knowing that he wasn't getting his point across to the other men, turned to the artist and sighed. "Angela, you tell them."

"That might be a good idea," Angela agreed. With a nod, she turned to Wendell and Fisher, who looked more confused than she'd ever seen a person be. With a deep breath, she began," Well, what Sweets is trying to say is...on that website, you know, the fanfiction one he was talking about?" At the boys' nods, she went on," There was a section under TV Shows labeled Bones, and when he went to investigate, he found something that...is gonna change your guys' lives forever."

"Was it porn?" Fisher asked.

"Okay! What the heck is your problem, man?" Sweets demanded, "You got some serious issues you need to work out."

"Hey, hey! This is no time to start a fight, all right?" Angela said. "We're all on the same side, here. Unless..." Suddenly, she and Sweets turned to eachother, an animalistic fear in their eyes. They both turned to face Wendell and Fisher, with looks that frightened the two interns immensly.

"What?" Wendell asked.

"You," Angela muttered, darkly. "It was you, wasn't it!"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Wendell demanded, backing away from an approaching Angela. Like most people, he found an angry Angela horrifyingly scary. "What was me? What did I do?"

"You know what you did!" Angela barked.

"Angela?" Sweets mumbled, "How do we know?"

"I just know, Sweets!" Angela turned her attention back to Wendell. "It was you, wasn't it, you creep! Oh, I can't believe it was you! Was it really? Tell me, I demand to know!"

"Whoa, whoa. Hold on a second there," Wendell chuckled, nervously.

"Yeah. I'm confused here," Fisher butt in.

"Oh, shut up." Sweets snapped, "You're always confused. You're always confused about life. Now look what you've done to us! I'm confused about life! I can't believe my FRIENDS were the elephants! We went to see Avatar together, man!"

"You left me behind!" Fisher complained.

"Only because you were too busy having sex with a stranger!" Sweets reminded, "It wasn't my fault you were distracted!"

"Hey! Wait," Wendell suddenly said. "Sex! You said this was just about sex, remember? Who's sex was it about?"

"Was it my sex?" Fisher asked.

"No, it wasn't your sex," Sweets drawled. "What is it with you and sex?"

Fisher shrugged, "I like sex."

"Yeah? I bet you do," Angela spat. "Just like you like writing about your co-workers having sex, huh? You creep."

"What?"

"Oh, I should have seen it coming," Angela said disappointedly. She shook her head, "It was so obviously you! And you, too!" She pointed at Wendell. "Stop looking so innocent! You both know exactly what you did. We know everything."

"Know everything," Wendell repeated. "What? Angela, what are you talking about?"

"Bonesluvr1176!," Angela laughed. "I knew it was you all along."

"Could have been more creative with the pen name there, guys." Said Sweets.

"Yeah, forreals! Bonesluvr1176? I mean, come on! Could have at least been Angelaluvr1176! That has a nice ring to it."

"I don't know what the hell you're talking about," Fisher said, "But I think Bonesluvr flows better."

"STOP TALKING NONSENSE, "Angela screamed. "OR I WILL RIP YOUR PRETTY LITTLE BALLS OFF YOUR PRETTY LITTLE BODY, AND YOU WON'T EVER BE ABLE TO HAVE SEX AGAIN!"

"I'm pretty sure I could still have sex if you did that," Fisher said.

Angela inched her way towards him. Fisher tried to move out of the way, but ended up bumping in Wendell in the process. If Sweets hadn't grabbed Angela and held her back, Fisher would have lost his manhood, no doubt about that.

"Angela, Angela..." Sweets consoled," Calm down. It's not worth it."

"NOT WORTH IT?" Angela snapped, "He stole our secrets, Sweets! He stole our LIVES! My life, YOUR LIFE. Everything about you! Everyone knows everything about you! He-he's a spy!"

"Let's just get out of here," Sweets whispered.

"Not before I kill him!"

"If you kill him, Wendell will know, and then everyone will know, beecause there's two elephants, and we'll get caught!"

"So, I'll kill them both!" Angela suggested. "No problem. It'll just take a second."

"No, Angela. Who knows who else could be in on this? For all we know, Dr. Saroyan could have known about this the whole time! She could be an elephant too!"

"This elephant term doesn't have anything to do with weight, does it?" Fisher asked, self-consciously.

"SHUT UP, YOU TWIG." Angela screamed. "Listen, Sweets. I'm not gonna sit here and let my so-called friends give the government secret information about me! I just won't!"

"Government secrets?" Wendell asked, incredulously. "What?"

"If you wanna just let it happen, then so be it." Angela continued," But I won't be a part of it. No sir."

"What government secret, guys?" Wendell urged.

"Angela, you can't just kill them! They might send a signal to the real elephants and then we'll get smushed! They could just step on our little tiny speck of life, and kill the planet! We can't let them do that!"

"Are you even listening to yourselves?" Wendell questioned. "You two sound crazy!"

"Oh, that's not suspicious at all, Sweets..." Angela said, with narrowed eyes. She suddenly turned to who she considered her only friend, and glared. "Why are you so protective of them? You say they're the elephants, but you don't want to seek revenge. Why? Why don't you want me to MURDER them?"

"What?"

"TELL ME WHY I SHOULDN'T JUST KILL YOU RIGHT NOW, TOO!"

"What are you trying to say?" The psychologist demanded.

"I'm saying, that it's kind of weird that you'd say they are the traitors, yet you don't want anything to be done about them."

"I never said THAT."

"Oh, then what did you say?"

"I said we shouldn't do that, because I'm looking out for the welfare of the entire planet! If we're onto them, they could kill the entire planet and our kind would cease to exist!"

"How can I know I can trust you?" She asked, "Anyone could be part of this conspiracy. I'm sure not, so how can I be sure about you?"

"Me? Uh, maybe because I brought this up to you in the first place?" Sweets asked, sarcastically. "Why would I even show you that story if I was a part of this?"

"Because you felt guilty and wanted to do something nice to justify your actions!"

"That's ridiculous, Angela. I'm not part of the conspiracy, I swear! But you, however..."

"Oh, don't you DARE turn this around on me, young man! I'm not that great of an actress. This is real ANGER I'm feelin' here! If you say you're not part of the conspiracy, then fine! I believe you. If you were part of it, I'm sure you wouldn't have told me in the first place. I just couldn't be too careful."

"Yeah, I get it."

"Okay. I'm sorry," She turned to face a bewildered Wendell and Fisher, then back to Sweets. "We should go find Hodgins. He'll know what to do."

With that, the two of them fled the office as quickly as possible. Wendell and Fisher glanced at eachother in awe, as if a meteor had just crash landed in the middle of the floor. Cam ran in just as her two frantic colleagues were escaping, watching them with confusion. "What is going ON in here?"

"Not entirely sure," Wendell admitted.

Both Wendell and Dr. Saroyan turned to Fisher, who had gotten himself comfy on the computer chair. When he noticed the two of them were waiting for him to try and explain, he took a deep breath and said the only thing he could think summed up what had just happened.

"We were discussing the purpose of life."