#I'm imaging as cliche as it is Hodgins stayed just in ear shot 8). Heard all of this and then When Ange left he walked off

[hyperionshipping]

Confessions

A/N: Ohohhoheheh. Back to my roots. Wrote this out on tumblr and not docs. Silly little thing and.... maybe me committing to something. Or not. Totally not. Gotcha!

---

"Is it really that gay to think and want a dream about a co-worker? Just like, one dream. Everyone thinks it." Elias looks up from his paperwork, eyes flicking to Angela. Her lips curl in what must be a knowing smile, but Elias looks back down to the papers, frowning to himself as he moves two to a new pile. "And, anyway. I'm so... unfulfilled." he laughed at his own choice of words.

"Sweetie, do you hear yourself?"

"No wonder Cam needed these sorted... this is from 2005." he mumbled. "What, Ange?"

"I know you heard me," she crossed her arms. "Come on, who is this mystery man?"

Elias sucked in a breath, exhaling through his teeth. "No one here," he lied, stretching in his seat. "Well, no one here here. It's someone who runs the museum."

"Do you hear yourself?" she repeated. "You didn't even try with that."

"I am not telling you!" Elias looked at her, shaking his head for emphasis.

"Is it Booth?" There's playfulness in Angela's voice. She knows it not. She would know. But watching Elias's face was fun for her.

"BOOTH!?" Elias yelled, blinking at her. "Booth? Really? Him? No! No way!"

Angela was giggling. "Well, you're awfully defensive."

"No! It is not Booth! Plus he has a crush on someone else." Elias immediately regretted the words, backing up to correct himself, saying that he himself did not have a crush.

"Now you gotta say." Angela sat down, looking at Elias. "This is getting hotter by the minute!"

"Oh my god don't say it like that!" Elias felt his cheeks start to burn from embarrassment. "This is-- you're harassing me. I'll report this."

"I'll stop if you tell me who."

"Angela, please!"

"I can keep guessing, sweetie. There aren't that many eligible bachlors," she looked at Elias once more, eyeing him. "And even less that I think are you're type."

"Wh-huh? You can't tell "my type" from looking at me!" Angela quirked a brow, and Elias sunk back into his seat a little. "Okay. Maybe you can."

"So, should I start listing my guesses or--"

"Hodgins," Elias muttered sinking further into the chair. He hoped Angela would drop it now. He felt like he was caught in the middle of a great big lie.

"Who?" Angela laughed. "I didn't hear you."

"Hodgins..." Elias still mumbled, wishing he could disappear in that moment. "It's Hodgins. I've..." he trailed off, not wanting to talk more.

"Hodgins?" Angela practically yelled it, and Elias tried to shush her. "I knew it! How long?" Elias shook his head, refusing to answer her.

As if Elias's day could get any worse, Hodgins himself walked in, a file in his hands.

"Oh you're kidding me," Elias hissed.

"How long?" Hodgins asked, looking to Angela. "I heard my name. I mean, it took a minute to get these for you Angela, I didn't think it was that long."

"Oh, that wasn't about you. Well, it was," Angela had a smile on her face Elias hated and he was glaring at her. Hodgins looked to Elias who immediately tried to look like he wasn't about to murder Angela.

"Right." Hodgins exhaled, going to explain something Dr. Brennan had found on the latest victim, handing Angela the file. "Is there something I'm missing?"

Elias jumped to talk. "Angela was telling me about a really dumb thing and I said it reminded me of you. And we were joking how long it'd take you to do something similar."

Hodgins gave Elias a confused look, and looked to Angela who, was trying hard to not laugh. She mouthed to Hodgins they'd talk later as Elias shot her a glance swiping his finger over his neck.

Hodgins left the room, with more questions on his mind.

"You cannot tell him!" Elias cried out. "Angela, please. Please. I don't wanna ruin anything."

"He'll find out eventually, Elias. I've seen you staring."

"Okay! Lying! But that's later. Please, Angela. Hodgins is a good friend. I don't wanna ruin anything with him." Elias looked at her, eyes pleading with her. "If I lost my friendship with him because he didn't feel the same, or, it made him feel weird, anything like that I wouldn't know what to do."

"Alright, fine. Okay. I won't tell him. But he's gonna learn on his own sweetie. You don't hide it that well."

"I just... I can't tell him now Ange. Thank you."

"You're welcome. I need to go digitize these..." she flipped the file open quickly. "Oh! It's a bit of a tattoo. This'll be fun. Bye, bye, Elias."

"Bye." Elias inhaled deeply, and once Angela left, he yelled into his hands. He was so utterly fucked.