There was something weird about you, and the conspiracist in Dr. Hodgins couldn't help but wonder...

You were new. Used to work for the FBI doing something or other. Transferred after some big event that you had still expertly avoided explaining.

Perhaps you'd noticed his stares. Perhaps you remained oblivious. Regardless, he carried on observing you from across the room. You were discussing some case with Booth, or so he assumed. Maybe it was more. Maybe it was deeper.

His eyes narrowed in determination. He would figure you out, whether you liked it or not.