First off, I'd like to thank those of you that have been reading and reviewing this series. The next installment will be 3 drabbles
This one is from Brennan's POV and I hope you enjoy
"I'm sorry for wanting you to not die Temperance!" She'd pushed me off towards Booth rather then let me examine the remains, so that she could run some tests.
"There were no dangerous toxins found on the tox screen, you just wanted to get me out of here, because you're mad that I won't move in with you! And you're being overdramatic, at worst we could have gotten sick."
"We didn't know that! I worry about you Tempe." She was right, we didn't know that at the time, but I was still frustrated by her behavior this entire case. We had made up after our last fight, but we still hadn't worked out our living situation, and I knew that it bothered Cam.
"I worry about you too Camille, but that doesn't mean that our personal life isn't seeping into our professional life!"
"Does our personal life involve you watching Booth get a lap dance, or is that our professional life?" Anger, that was the one reaction the Sweets claimed I could read, I just hoped I could react better to Camille's anger than I had to Sweets anger lesson.
"That was for anthropological purposes and to see what she knew about the victim," I replied calmly, hoping that my answer was not going to add fuel to the metaphorical fire.
"So professional?" Nope still angry.
"Yes, are you angry about the lap dance? Because that was Booth, and not me." I was scared, I didn't want us to have a misunderstanding again, because Angela had assured me that for the purposes of this relationship, I was the guy, and if anything went wrong it was always the guy's fault. It had been a really confusing conversation, but interesting as well. According to Angela in a heterosexual relationship the woman was always right, not literally, but for the sake of an argument, and since I was involved in a lesbian relationship, and I had fucked up recently I was the man, so Cam was right and I was wrong. It was a flawed logical system, but relationship logic was not my strong suit.
"So I shouldn't be angry because you didn't get a lap dance?" I think I'd made things worse.
"Camille, I need to know exactly what it is that has upset you, because I am extremely confused." I went for honesty, another one of Angela's suggestions. She said that I needed to tell Cam if I didn't understand something, because we weren't just having sex now. Her expression softened this time, and I took it as a sign to speak again. "I did not get a lap dance, I assure you that, that was Booth, and not me, we were there to ask about the victim, I don't know why you're mad." She sighed.
"I'm not actually mad, just, this case has just been so frustrating." She came and stood next to me, placing her head on my shoulder. "The alarms won't stop going off, it's making me crazy."
"And Angela said you almost took a crowbar to the body, before she intervened." Camille simply nodded against my shoulder. "I hate this case," She mumbled.