Phew! Delay again I know, this is getting bad. I apologize, I really have no excuse this time, I just decided to go hang out with friends last weekend than write, so my bad. But yeah here's the next chapter :)

Thank you for your patience. I promise I will try to get better at updating, but at least I'm still updating weekly, better than monthy :p

"Hey babe did you find anything on the letter?" Angela asked, coming into Hodgins' office, a sleeping Michael hoisted awkwardly on her hip due to her growing belly.

He turned slowly to face her, "No of course not. The bastard's just taunting us." He held his arms out to take Michael, "Here Ang, you shouldn't be holding him."

She sighed dejectedly, but passed her son to her husband before dropping down onto a nearby stool. "What did Brennan say?"

"Not much. Just that she would have Booth send a couple FBI agents here to patrol." He paused to think, "The letter said that we would answer for what happened to Heather Taffett. So what if this copycat Gravedigger is related to her? It makes sense. After all why would someone seek revenge for a person they didn't care about?"

"Yeah either that or some sicko hates that we halted her groundbreaking work or something." She quickly recognized that he wasn't really in the mood for jokes. "Sorry babe. I'm just so tired of this, of horrible serial killers targeting this whole squint family. Why can't we just be left alone you know?"

"That's it Angie! He's going to try and kidnap one of us to get his revenge for Taffett's murder!"

She gave him a strange look, "Uh no offense Jack, but how in the hell is that good news?"

"If we know who this person's going to be eventually targeting, we can stop it before it even happens. It's pretty much foolproof; if none of us goes anywhere by ourselves, we'll be fine. And if Cam ups security around here and Booth gives everyone security detail at their homes, we won't have anything to worry about." He leapt towards Angela careful not to jostle Michael and kissed her lips with force, his blue eyes shining bright.

She let out a smile still not entirely sure of his proclamation. It was good to see him relax about this case, but she still had the nagging feeling that things weren't quite right. It just seemed too predictable, and from her experiences with this case, she knew this copycat Gravedigger was much clever than Taffett ever had been. "Alright why don't you call Booth and Cam? I'll go grab my purse and be right back."

"Okay," he said, his entire face glowing.

She turned back to him, reaching out to touch his shoulder, "And honey? Please try not to wake Michael up. It's been a long day, he needs his sleep."

"Right." He shifted his son in his arms, admiring the peaceful look on his face. He made the calls to Booth and Cam, feeling like they were close to finally being rid of this serial killer.

"Yeah I know Booth, but even though we don't have him in custody yet, this is good news," he attempted to argue his point to a not-so-skeptical Booth. Michael stirred a bit and Hodgins lowered his voice, careful not to disturb his son. "Look Booth all I'm saying-" He was cut off by a terrible shriek, followed by a few "Oh my god!" yells in the unmistakable voice of his wife.

"Ange!" Hodgins yelled, dropping the cell phone and running towards his wife's office at full sprint.

"Hodgins? Hodgins are you there? Jack god damn it!" Booth hung up the phone, grabbing his badge and gun out of the safe before gently waking Brennan who was asleep on the couch. "Bones? I have to go check something out."

She opened her eyes, stretching and yawning before looking at him, "What happened?"

"Hodgins kind of had a breakthrough in the copycat Gravedigger case and I was talking to him on the phone but a woman screamed and he hung up."

"Oh my god! Angela!" She made to get up, but Booth stopped her.

"I've got backup coming to meet me, don't worry. Just stay here with the kids okay? We don't even know if anything happened. She could have just been frightened by a really big bug or something."

"Then why hasn't Hodgins called you back yet? Booth I don't like this." Her eyes went wide as she realized something, "Booth Michael was there with them! They all went there together after Hodgins got the note!"

Booth cursed, realizing that the life of the little boy they had loved from the moment he was born could be at stake. Not to mention the life of their friends' still unborn child. He ran his fingers through his hair, pacing back and forth. "Alright, right now I need to go to the Jeffersonian and check this out. Let's just keep our thoughts positive until we know anything for sure okay Bones?" She opened her mouth to protest again but he cut her off, "I will call you the moment I have any news. I love you." He kissed her quickly before running out the front door.

Brennan sat back on the couch, feeling deflated. If anything at all happened to Angela, Hodgins, or Michael she knew a part of her would die. Over the years of working together, Angela, Hodgins, Booth, Cam, and even Sweets, had become a part of her family. Angela was her metaphoric sister; they told each other anything and everything. Brennan knew that Angela was pregnant with Michael before even Hodgins did. And Hodgins, well he was the only person she had ever seen bring Angela so much joy and happiness. When she was with him, it was plain to see that the two were made for each other. It was actually due in part to their relationship that Brennan had regretted her decision to not pursue a relationship with Booth prior to Vincent Nigel-Murray's death.

These were two people that did not deserve to be constantly caught in the middle of all this violence and death. Angela was an artist. The only reason she stayed was because she loved Brennan and Jack with all her heart. Hodgins, while he liked to consider himself a crime fighter, still couldn't quite get past the child murders. And since he started a family with Angela, it had only gotten worse.

Flashback

"Dr. Hodgins this isn't Michael. You need to look at this as just another murder for us to solve. Simply because the victim is a child should not change our outlook." Brennan attempted to get Hodgins back on track.

"How do you do it Dr.B? You've got kids of your own know? How the hell can you step back and think logically when there's a child laying on your table that could just as well be your own? No, I can't deal with this right now." He shook his head, his eyes wild and crazy as he stalked off the platform to his office.

Brennan went to call out to him, but Angela just put her hand up. "Sweetie, let me handle this." She moved to follow her husband before turning back to Brennan, "Look Bren, he didn't mean that you were some heartless monster. He's just frustrated by these cases."

"We all are Angela. But they aren't going to solve themselves. Isn't that how we can give these children some peace? By finding their killers?" She attempted to justify her logic to Angela.

Angela just sighed. Brennan still had trouble understanding the complexity of emotions, although she was getting better. "Right." She sighed again, knowing that what awaited her in Jack's office was a side of her husband only she could help.

Sure enough when she arrived at the door she saw him sitting on a stool, his hands covering his face, his knee bobbing up and down uncontrollably. It broke her heart to see him like this, in pain and clearly vulnerable. "Jack..." she just whispered, quickly embracing him.

When he finally looked up she was surprised to see his face red not from crying, but from a dangerous fury. His fist clenched and unclenched as if any second he would jump up and punch something.

"Honey, take a breath," she instructed, rubbing his back.

He did as she asked, his face slowly going back to its normal shade as he exhaled. "Sorry Ange. I just hate these cases. Especially when it seems like I'm the only one who is really affected. I mean I know you are too Angie, I just-I don't know, Brennan never is and it just doesn't make sense to me. Even Booth and Cam are able to stay cool. Hell Sweets handles himself better than I can."

"Jack. Jack, look at me," she said, cupping his face and forcing him to look at her. "Brennan's like a big rock. She spent all that time in foster care; seeing kids come and go is normal for her. She just had to get used to it. But just because you are affected more than some of the others doesn't make you any less brilliant. We've known it all along honey; we're the most socially normal people in this crazy scientist institution."

This got a laugh out of him finally, "You're right Ange. Of course you're right, you're always right. I just can't imagine what we would do if anything happened to Michael."

"I know. It's bad enough when he gets hurt or anything, but to have him taken forcibly away from us would just be-" She shook her head unable to finish her sentence. "But what matters is that we're all doing our best to put these sick murderers in prison where they belong, whether they're child murderers or criminal killers like Broadsky."

He smiled. Angela always knew just what to say to make everything better. He honestly didn't know what would have happened to him if he had never met her. He'd probably be in jail or the loony bin right now if not for her. "I should go apologize to Dr. B and then get back to work." He stood up, hugging her again. "I love you Angie. Thank you for always being there for me."

She giggled softly as he pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose. "I love you too Jack. Now go kick some murderer ass my sexy bug man." She winked, slapping his ass with the folder she held as he walked by.

"Jack? Angela?" Booth burst into Hodgins' office and his eyes grew wide as he saw Hodgins' cell phone lying on the ground and neither of his friends present.

"Booth in here!" He cocked his head, hearing Jack's voice from across the hall. Stumbling over his own feet, he raced into Angela's office, his gun out and ready if need be. What he saw would scar him for all eternity. Out of all the crime scenes he had been to, nothing had every disturbed him more than the extremely fresh body lying face-down on Angela's desk, Angela's limp body on the floor to the side of the door, and Hodgins attempting to shield his son while still trying to help his wife.

"Oh my god! What the hell happened?" He quickly pulled out his cell phone, calling his backup and the EMT team in.

"I don't know. I heard her scream and I came in to see that thing on her desk. I think she fainted, but I couldn't leave her to go call am ambulance. Booth, it was the copycat Gravedigger wasn't it? Oh my god he could still be in the building!"

"Calm down Hodgins. I've got agents sweeping the entire building and the paramedics should be here any second."

"Daddy? Is Mommy dead?" Michael whimpered from Hodgins' shoulder where Hodgins obviously had shifted him to prevent him from seeing the dead body or his mother.

"No buddy, Mommy's just fine. She just got very scared." His hand was at the back of Michael's head, pulling him even closer.

"Why was she scared?" Michael asked just as the team of paramedics burst into the office.

"Here Jack let me take him. You ride with Angela to the hospital. We'll meet you there okay?" Booth took the four-year old out of Hodgins' arms, careful not to let him see the corpse on his mother's desk.

"Thank you Booth," Hodgins said gratefully as Booth left the office to give the paramedics their space and to update Brennan.

"Sir? Are you her husband?" one of the paramedics asked, taking Angela's pulse.

"Yes," Hodgins replied, taking his wife's hand and kissing it, as if to reassure himself that everything would be okay.

They got her on the stretcher and he stood with it, his eyes never leaving hers.

"How far along is she sir?"

"Huh what?" Hodgins asked, momentarily confused.

"She is pregnant is she not?"

"Oh yes of course. Sorry my mind is kind of elsewhere right now. She's 20 weeks," he replied, his voice getting shakier by the second, "Is she going to be okay?"

The two men lifted the gurney onto the ambulance, motioning Hodgins to follow. "It seems like she just fainted, but because of how long it's taking her to come to, the doctors will probably want to run some more tests on her, especially since she's pregnant. She may be in shock, which isn't ideal for the baby." The man placed a hand on Hodgins' shoulder, "But don't worry. She's going to be getting the best care possible."

"Thank you," Hodgins said dismissively. "Everything's going to be just fine Angie, I swear," he whispered softly, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear.

"Booth! What happened? Is everyone okay?" the voice on the phone asked.

"Hey Bones. Everyone's okay I think. Angela fainted and she's still unconscious so they're going to take her to the hospital to run some tests and check on the baby."

"Hodgins? Michael?"

"All fine, just a little spooked. It seems our copycat Gravedigger decided to leave a lovely present on Angela's desk."

"Oh god. I'm meeting you at the hospital Booth. Don't even try to argue with me, I'll get Katie from next door to watch the kids. She's my best friend Booth; I need to be there with her."

He sighed, knowing the battle was already lost, "Fine. Just be careful okay?"

"I will. See you soon Booth."

"Bye Bones." He ended the call and peered into the rearview mirror to check on Michael. The little guy hadn't heard a word of his conversation; he was fast asleep in the booster seat. Booth smiled. It was amazing how oblivious children could be to their surroundings. But then again, it was probably for the best. He was almost sad to pull into the hospital parking lot because he knew he'd have to wake Michael up now. With a sigh he opened the back door, unbuckling Michael and touching the top of his head.

"Hey, Mikey. We're here. Time to wake up."

Michael opened his bright blue eyes and stared at Booth as if he was unsure of where 'here' was. "We going to see Mommy now?" he asked, his voice still filled with drowsiness.

"We sure are. Come on, hop down." He took the little boy's hand leading him into the waiting room of the ER, situating him on the chair next to him with the emergency coloring book he always kept in his car. Before he knew it, Brennan was bursting through the doors, her eyes frantic and wild.

"Booth! Any news yet?" she asked, refusing to take a seat when he gestured to the chair on his other side.

"Well they're pretty sure she just passed out, but they're still running tests. Hodgins should be out soon to update us."

Angela's eyes fluttered open, struggling under the weight of her unconsciousness. Finally, she managed to focus and her eyes darted around the unfamiliar room, her pulse quickening.

"Angela, you're in the hospital. I need you to relax okay?" One of the nurses was talking to her now, attempting to keep her from fainting again.

"Jack," she called out for him, not realizing that he was sitting on her left.

He grabbed her hand, "I'm right here Angie. I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere."

Her pulse instantly stabilized at the sound of his voice and she turned to look at him, her face much calmer now. "The baby?" she gasped suddenly, "Did I lose the baby?"

"The baby is fine Ange. They're just running some tests to be 100% sure. Shhh, it's all right Angie." He moved to sit on the bed with her, putting an arm around her shoulders as he kissed the top of her head.

"Everything seems to be okay, but we're going to keep you overnight just for observation. When you go home, you need to rest, take a few days off from work to regroup."

Both breathed out a sigh of relief. "Thank you Dr. Banno. Ange?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm gonna go update Brennan and Booth."

"They came?" she asked, rather surprised.

"Of course they did Angela. They love you almost as much as Michael and I love you. And before you ask, Michael is fine. Booth says he went right back to sleep on the way over here. He didn't see a thing, don't worry." He turned to leave the room.

"Wait Jack?" She called his name tentatively as if she wasn't quite sure of what she wanted.

"Yeah babe?"

"Could you bring Michael?

He smiled. He didn't know why she seemed so hesitant; she hadn't done anything to hurt Michael. He just brushed it off, figuring it had something to do with the fact that she was still a little bit jumpy. "Of course. I'll even bring Brennan and Booth."

"Thank you."

He walked out into the waiting room and as soon as they saw him, Brennan and Booth were on their feet, anxious for the update.

"She's fine. The baby's fine. They're gonna keep her overnight for observation, but other than still being a little skittish, she's doing well."

"Thank god," Brennan breathed out a sigh of relief, her hand over her heart.

"She wants to see all of you, especially Michael. What is he doing by the way?" he asked, gesturing to his son who was over at one of the small coffee tables, coloring away.

"Coloring. I had a spare book in the car, thank goodness."

Hodgins laughed. God forbid should Booth go anywhere without a handy dandy coloring book. When it came to entertaining a pair of three year olds, they had long outgrown his silly jokes and sayings. "You guys go ahead. I'll be right there. And thank you for always being there for Angela and I, we really do appreciate it." He walked over to his son, peering curiously at the picture he was working on, "Wow, buddy that's really good!"

Michael looked up, "Daddy!" he yelled, running into his father's arms.

"Oh buddy, I love you so much!" Hodgins squeezed his son tight, finally regretfully letting him go. "Ready to go see Mommy?"

"Yes! Is she okay Daddy?" he wondered, his blue eyes filled with worry.

"She's fine Mikey and so is your baby brother or sister. Everyone's just fine. Come on, you can even ride on my shoulders if you want."

Michael jumped up and down in excitement. "Yay! Yay! Yay!"

They zoomed through the hallways, Michael pretending like he was an airplane. The nurses didn't even give them weird looks, it seemed like it was a pretty normal thing in a hospital. When they arrived at Angela's room it was as if Angela could sense them coming or something. She was looking around expectantly, not really paying attention to a word Booth or Brennan was saying.

"Mommy!" Michael yelled and Hodgins gently lifted him down onto the bed next to Angela.

"Michael!" Angela's whole face lit up and she kissed every inch of his face before pulling him in close to her. "Oh baby I love you soo soo much."

"Love you too Mommy. You scared me, I thought you were dead," he said sadly and Hodgins watched as the smile turned to guilt.

"I'm sorry Mikey. I didn't mean to scare you. Mommy just got really frightened and sometimes when you get really frightened, you fall asleep." She attempted to explain fainting to him, looking over at Brennan, Booth, and Hodgins, who all just shrugged, having already determined that her explanation would make much more sense to Michael than any of theirs.

"You were sleeping Mommy?" Michael asked, giggling.

Angela laughed with him, "Sure was baby."

"Well we should probably get going. We're really glad you're okay," Booth said, glancing at his girlfriend, "I'll meet you at the car?"

"Yeah, I took a taxi here. I'll tell Cam that you and Jack will be taking the next week off."

"Sweetie, I don't need an entire week to recover from a dizzy spell. Do you not remember how many times I fainted when I was pregnant with Michael?"

"Angela, I'm saying this not as your co-worker, but as your best friend, who would be heartbroken if anything were to happen to you by the way."

"Awww Sweetie!" Angela felt the tears coming to her eyes, her emotions heightened by the pregnancy.

"Take the entire week. Spend some time with your husband and your son. Christmas is in a few weeks anyways. Do some shopping, decorate your house, but most importantly, relax."

"Wow, Bren I'm impressed. Who would've thought you'd be the one giving me advice? Thank you, a week off with my boys would be nice." She reached up to hug Brennan, smiling as she watched her best friend bestow a kiss on Michael's head.

Michael was already falling asleep again, his eyes struggling just to stay open. Angela looked over at Hodgins who was sitting in one of the chairs, looking like he was missing out.

"Well what are you waiting for? Get your butt over here honey," she giggled, watching him practically jump out of the chair and squeeze into the hospital bed with her, situating Michael face-down on his chest. She turned onto her side, her swell of a stomach preventing her from getting comfortable lying on her back. She snuggled into Hodgins' shoulder, her face inches away from their sons. He had one hand on her back, rubbing it soothingly, the other pressed against her belly, taking comfort in the occasional kicks of the baby.

"I love you Angela," he whispered into her hair, slowly drifting off to sleep.

"I love you too Jack," she whispered back, closing her eyes too.

When one of the nurses came by to check on Angela, her heart melted at the sight of the family, all snuggled in the bed together. She took out the camera she always had with her and snapped a quick photo with the intent of having it printed out for them before they left the following day.

And tada! Chapter 10 complete! Wow it feels like just yesterday I came up with an idea that sprung this story. I honestly had no idea I would even make it to 2 chapters let alone 10 so thank you to everyone who has supported this story and my writing.

Oh and the drama doesn't stop here. How could it? I've got to keep you on your toes don't I? Make sure you're all paying close attention? ;)

Anywho since I finished the majority of this chapter while enduring a lovely headache, I'm going to go take a well-deserved nap. It'd be really really cool to have some reviews waiting for me when I wake up (*Hint Hint Nudge Nudge*) But I will seriously try to update much quicker this time. Oh before I forget, do you guys want a Christmas chapter? Because I was considering just skipping over Christmas, but if you guys want it, I'll definitely do it, just let me know.

-Willie