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“I’ll take these to Hodgins.” Cam offered, but Hodgins was busy pulling funny faces and avoiding eye contact with Booth. “What is wrong with you?” she asked as she snapped her fingers in his face. Hodgins, as a growing custom, jumped.
“Argg!” he exclaimed. Cam raised her eyebrows. He looked at her pleadingly, and then at Booth, and then pulled another face. “Gaaahhh-“
“Stop!” Cam ordered. “What the hell? I think I’ve been quite good, ignoring this, but really… pull yourself together or go see a doctor.”
“Yeah, doctor.” Hodgins finally managed to say with a straight face. Cam stared. He caught a look of Brennan over her shoulder and pulled another face.
“Dr. Hodgins! Snap out of it or go home.” Cam said, forcing the evidence into his hands.
“Can I go home?” he asked after her, weighing the possibilities.
“As long as you don’t value your job.” Cam smiled sarcastically. Hodgins kicked the floor as she turned around. “I’m going to pretend I didn’t see that!” she called. Hodgins started muttering under his breath and turned back to his computer. He couldn’t help it. Maybe he should go kick something else, that seemed to help.
“Go and ask then.” Brennan pressured Booth.
“Ok, I have to do everything… Hey… buddy – Ouch!”
“Oh, Booth, sorry!” Hodgins made a mental note not to kick things. “Sorry, man.” He tried to look Booth in the face, but couldn’t, so he turned back to his computer. And then he made mais funny faces. But Booth didn’t notice.
“What the hell was that for?” he exclaimed.
“Nothing personal… just don’t sneak up on a guy.” Hodgins tried looking at Booth, and then tried looking away but saw Brennan. “Hey, um… I’m gonna go… it’s late… and… eat. Food. Angela, want to come?” he caught Angela unawares.
“Who, me?” she looked up from what she was doing. Booth was just staring at Hodgins, wide-eyed. “Yeah, sure.” She gave the folder she was carrying to Brennan.
“Come on, let’s go. See ya later… buddy.” He called to Booth, unable to make eye contact.
“Ouch.” Booth muttered to Brennan as he went to stand beside her and Cam again. “That hurt. seguinte time it’s your go.” He pointed at Brennan.
“Why, so I can get kicked?”
“Exactly.” They both went in to Brennan’s office. Cam was smiling and shaking her head. Then she thought. Why was Hodgins so scared of Booth all of a sudden? She looked at Booth. She couldn’t hear anything from inside Brennan’s office but she could see that they were laughing. She frowned. He also seemed to be avoiding Dr. Brennan. Which was weird. Or was it? It was Hodgins. But still… she looked again. Now Booth was putting his arm around her. She frowned again. She looked around but stopped herself – she was not hiding behind a plant, not like Angela and Sweets. Though now she did see the intrigue. People were leaving the Jeffersonian. Actually, it was nearly empty. If she just hid… no. She wasn’t going to – was that what she thought it was? Going against her better instincts she ran to hide around the corner, leaving Brennan’s office in view.
“Oh my god.” She whispered, her mouth wide open, her eyes wider.
“Dr. Soroyan?” sounded a voice. She closed her eyes and stood up straight, turning around. “Yes.”
“May I ask-?”
“No. Please don’t.” she looked again, but they were leaving now, Booth carrying Brennan’s jacket, Brennan smiling. The intern that had bothered her left, confused. Should she let them know that she was there, for their own sake? She opened her mouth to shout but nothing came out. She was still in shock. She decided to hide once mais and close her mouth. It wasn’t really a decision. She just did it. “Oh god.” She muttered again once they had left. “Oh god oh god oh god!” she got louder and louder, flapped her arms, calmed down and decided to leave and forget about it. She pulled a face. Now she knew what was wrong with Hodgins.
“Yes, Hodgins, this is Cam… just want to say sorry, because… aaaaagggg. Sorry. Yes, I saw it. God. Oh Goddddd.” She chewed on the d. “Aaaaggg” she started flapping her arms again. “See you at work. Sorry. Agg. Aaaaaaa.” She pulled a face and hung up, hearing Angela say “What is it?”
“Aaaaaa. Sheesh.” Cam pulled another face and caught a glimpse of herself in her bathroom mirror.
“Cam, what’s wrong?” Michelle peeked from around the corner.
“Sorry, phone call.” She tried to avoid pulling another face.
“Is someone dead?”
“No! God, no. It’s nothing. Forget about it.”
“How can I. You’re pulling weird faces every two seconds.”
“Am I? Sorry! Agg…”
“You’re doing it again.”
“Oh god, I am, aren’t I?” Cam took a deep breath and smiled. “There we go! All better.”
Michelle stared. “O-kay…” and she left. “I’m going to bed.”
“Yes, you should. School tomorrow.”
“Yup.” Michelle said. Cam sighed. What was wrong with her? She saw Booth kiss Brennan, Brennan kiss back, Brennan grasp at Booth’s tie, drawing him in closer… so what? They both seemed happy and they didn’t need her butting in. Aaggg though. She wasn’t telling anyone what she had saw, and she would bet that Hodgins wasn’t telling anyone what he had seen either. That was probably his problem. But was she really that immature? Surely she could look either of them in the face without going crazy or blurting something out. But that is exactly what she would do. She rubbed her head. What was she going to do?
*
Brennan frowned at Hodgins as she walked past him, and then at Cam. They were both avoiding eye contact with her. Angela was with Hodgins, laughing, and as soon as she saw Brennan she bounded over to her.
“Yesterday night was the best night!” she exclaimed dreamily as soon as she met with her friend.
“Why, did you get back together?”
“No… we just talked. As friends. And we worked a few things out.” She smiled.
“Well, I’m glad that you’re happy.” Brennan said truthfully.
“What did you do last night?” Angela asked slyly. Like that could do any harm, she told the annoying Sweets in the back of her head. Brennan blushed slightly though.
“I read a book, went to sleep. Nothing interesting.”
“Uh-huh.” Angela nodded. But she was in too much of a good mood to argue. “Ok, well, I’ve got to get back to work!” she exclaimed happily. Brennan went onto the platform, where Booth was waiting.
“Ok, so we got a mandible.” Booth looked smug. “Yeah, I know what it is. And I brought it here. It was in a box, so… psycho on the lose.”
“Oh.” Brennan put on her gloves and opened the box while Booth went over to Hodgins, who was hiding.
“Yeah, no jantar this time buddy.” Booth said. “What’s wrong?” Hodgins looked at Booth and opened his mouth, but no sounds would come out.
“Booth! I didn’t know you were here.” Cam’s voice sounded.
“Yeah, I’m here. A mandible so…”
“Yes. Interesting. Dr. Hodgins.” Cam beckoned Hodgins and they both ran away, leaving the floor to Booth and Brennan. Booth stared at them in disbelief.
“He’s gotten to Cam, too.” Booth said.
“How?” Brennan asked, still observing the bone. “It’s still developing, I’d say late teens.”
“I don’t know. But they’re both atuação really weird. Eerie. Whatever. Hey… you don’t suppose they know something?”
Brennan seemed unbothered. “Would that cause them to act strangely?”
“I’m not sure. Another weird thing is… where’s Angela? Shouldn’t she be bothering me, or you, or someone…”
“Well, apparently she had a nice day, so she’s happy with working.”
“Really? Well that’s hard to believe. Is she back with Hodgins or something?” Booth looked at Hodgins and Cam, who were standing in a far corner, whispering and pulling faces. “No, they’re not back together.” He decided por himself; Brennan was too busy looking at the bone he had brought her.
“Hey, Bones.” He whispered.
“Yes?” she whispered back, standing up straight but still looking at her mandible.
He was going to say that tomorrow was their one mês anniversary, and if she would mind celebrating it, but instead he asked “Do we have an appointment with Sweets today?”
“Yes, why?”
“We gonna need a better code word.”
“That’s right… we are…” she said, looking at the mandible but not really paying much attention to it. “How about ‘murder’?”
“What? What do you want me to say? ‘He’s accusing us of murder’?”
“You’re right. It was a silly idea. It’s just that’s all we talk about mostly.”
Booth wondered. “We talk about other things, though. I mean, our relationship isn’t based on murder.”
“That’s exactly what it is.” Brennan pointed out. “If there weren’t any murders, we wouldn’t work together, and we most probably wouldn’t have met. And even if we did meet, who’s to say that we would have gotten to know each other. I could of bumped into you on the street, and that would be it…”
Booth wished that it wasn’t like that. Cam had introduced them in a way, so he made a mental note to thank her one day. If there weren’t any murders Cam wouldn’t have introduced them. He made a mental note to thanks murderers, but then he just swapped it for fate. Why couldn’t they have met somewhere else, or under any other circumstances? Even if they did end up solving murders together in the end, he would have preferred to get to know her in a bar or something like that. Their fondest memories were putting away criminals.
“Well now I just feel weird and strangely disappointed.” He said. Brennan frowned. But then he relaxed. He didn’t really care, actually. Brennan frowned again once she saw the smile on his face. For a moment, she thought that he was going to kiss her, but he just shrugged and walked away happily.
“Beep beep beep beep-“
“Damn it!”
Brennan smiled to herself as she heard Angela run up and deactivate the alarms to let Booth off of the platform.