Holly sighed and pushed her glasses up as she rubbed her face with both hands. It had been a long day and she was more than ready to leave and grab a drink. Or three.

"Hey, Holly." Alice Sherman walked into the lab where Holly was working. She was messing with something on a camera as she walked in and Holly was shocked she didn't run into something the way she was focused.

"I thought you were gone already." Holly adjusted her glasses so she could actually see the person in front of her. "Don't you have a dinner date with your girlfriend to get to?"

"Katie's running late," said Alice as she pulled herself up onto the lab table. "So, I'm looking through this camera you brought me."

"From the burned house?"

Alice nodded, not looking up. Holly and Alice were friends but the young woman was also Holly's favorite forensic photographer. So when Alice was busy that morning helping guns and gangs, Holly was dealing with the remains of a couple in a burned down house and had to work with a photographer still wet behind the ears.

"Please tell me they didn't come out terribly," sighed Holly. "That's literally the last thing I need today considering it's looking like arson and not an accident."

"No, they're fine. I would have done better of course," said Alice. "But they're admissible and isn't that always the most important thing?"

"I would argue that being useable to figure out what happened is more important but admissible is pretty high up there," laughed Holly.

"Well, we do have our own priorities, Stewart." Alice looked up for the first time since entering the room and smirked. "But I think the rookie photographer has a crush on you."

"What? Booth? We barely spoke."

"Here, check this out."

Alice hopped off the table and rounded Holly's desk, obviously excited about the prospect of a newbie having a crush on her friend. She pushed the camera into Holly's hands and moved through the digital camera's memory to a specific picture. It was a side profile of Holly crouched down inspecting the charred remains of one of the victims. Alice then moved to another photo, this one a medium shot of Holly as she worked on collecting a skull in a container. There were a couple more like that where clearly the focus of the photo was on the doctor as she worked and not just the crime scene.

"The thing that I find weird, besides the creepiness of course, is that all the pictures involving you are actually better than most of the crime scene photos," laughed Alice. "The exposure. The depth of field. These photos are much better than most of the others."

Holly stayed silent for a moment, her brow furrowed. Alice took the camera back and Holly continued to stare off in the distance in front of her.

"I just realized this is probably more creepy than amusing for you," said Alice.

"No, it's not that…" started Holly, the corner of her mouth slowly curling into a smirk. "I don't think Booth took those."

"What?" Alice looked at Holly questioningly. "Who would have taken them?"

"Gail." Holly saw the confused look on Alice's face and shook her head. "Officer Peck was talking with Booth while he was taking the pictures. I figured she was just asking him questions. I was too focused on work to listen to what they were saying. Though this would explain why Booth seemed so annoyed with Gail by the time we were leaving."

"Peck? The blonde bombshell from 15? The one you insisted you don't have a crush on after talking about her for an hour the last time we went out drinking?"

"Don't you have a date to be on?" asked Holly.

"Nice dodge," laughed Alice.

Alice snatched Holly's phone off the desk and Holly tried to reach for it but Alice moved out of reach still messing with the phone and camera. As Holly moved to get up, Alice handed the phone back to her and Holly looked at the screen to see the pictures of her now taking up residence in her photo gallery.

"Maybe you aren't the only one with a crush, Doc." Alice smiled and walked out of the lab.