Hello my fellow Boneheads! I am back from the Criminatics world and ready to write!

I am hoping to make and keep this as a series! It is another Camperence (made that up) story.

It starts when Cam first comes to the Jeffersonian.

Enough of me and this crappy intro and on with the story!

-JJ!

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"You should be okay with Dr. Saroyan getting the job as head of forensics, right?"

Brennan shot Hodgins a confused look before getting back to her files. "Why is that?"

"Because you are a straight-to-the-bone, hard evidence scientist. You're not a flesh-pressing, ink-staining, policy making 'wanktard'."

"That's not even a thing. What are her qualifications?"

So much for asking her to dinner. Time to speak up Camille. "Chief Coroner of New York for two years, assistant Federal corner before that. How am I doing?"

"Very well." Gorgeous. "Impressive. Brennan?"

Hodgins walked out of the office with a slight chuckle.

"I—I'll be there in 15 minutes." Brennan grabed her things and headed out of the office, brushing Cam as she went by.

"I still need to talk to you later, Dr. Brennan."

Before she was out of the lab, Brennan shot Cam a thumbs up. Cam sighed and leaned up againgst the door frame before going on about her day.

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"Confirm my finding?" Brennan asked giving Cam a slight smile, getting a nod in return.

"It's handy having a coroner in the building." Zack said, completely oblivious.

Good. He can give her a good word, make her like me. "To turn opium into heroin, it's exposed to hot acetic anhydride which produces 18 neutral impurities." God, she's smiling at me. Keep going. "The ratio of these impurities indicates the heroins origin. In this case, Mexico."

"Mexican heroin is very common. I wonder what we can do to narrow it down." Stop smiling like a fool.

Cam smiled at Brennan and turned to the computer. "Gas chromatography shows there was fentanyl in the heroin."

"What's that?"

"Dr. Brennan, you know what that is."

Damn Zack. Brennan smiled at Cam.

"It's a narcotic which boosts the effects of heroin. There have been 14 overdoses in the area. How'd I do?"

Brennan smiled at Cam (again) as the latter walked away.

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Angela sat on Brennan's couch; pouring herself, Brennan, Zack, and Hodgins glasses of wine.

They had began to hang out like so a few months ago and now that they had a new team member, it seemed necessary.

"Can I confide in you guys?" Brennan asked as she swirled the red liquid in her glass.

"Why do you even have to ask?" Angela said.

"Ok, but this must stay with us." She stopped to watch them nod. "I—I find Dr. Saroyan, extremely.." She trailed off, letting the others guess.

"Aggrivating?"

"Over-bearing?"

"Controlling?"

Brennan smiled. "Attractive."

Hodgins almost spit his drink when Brennan finished. "Dr. B! You have a crush on Dr. Saroyan!"

"Yes, why are you acting excited?"

"No reason."

Angela set her glass down and pulled Brennan into the kitchen. "So, how big is this crush? 1 to 10."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"Just answer the question."

"Accurately? 8.1."

"Do I need to be matchmaker?"

Yes please. "Angela, please don't mess with anything." Brennan pleaded.

"Sweetie, you aren't fooling me. 6 and up and I ask you but 7 to 10 and I meddle with no permission."

"Angela—."

"You'll thank me." Angela stated as she walked back to the living room.

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4 weeks later...

"You know, Cam, maybe you got off on the wrong foot with Bones on this case because she was a foster child." Booth stated as he walked out of the lab.

Cam sighed and threw the bloody gloves on the floor. "Shit." Great job Camille. Why didn't she tell me? Oh, yeah. I piss her off. Who can I talk to? Angela!

Cam walked to Angela's office sat down on her couch with a sigh.

"Can I help you?" Angela stated rather harshly.

"I need your help." Cam sighed. "I messed up and I want to have a good word with Dr. Brennan. I need to have a good word with her."

"Why do you need a good word with her?"

"I—I just do. Everyone here will do anything she says but if she doesn't like me...no one will."

Angela was internally screaming. "So you want Brennan to like you?"

"Yes."

Angela sent a text to Brennan saying to meet her after the case was over at the diner.

Cam gave Angela a slight smile. Angela told Cam to go to the diner once the case is closed to meet Brennan. She thanked her and went to her own office to finish paperwork. "Oh! Dr. Saroyan!"

Cam stopped and turned.

"Just tell her that you like her okay?"

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Cam sat at the Diner, munching on fries, when she noticed Brennan.

"Do you mind if I sit?"

"Please take some of these fries, save me from myself."

Brennan sat down and sighed. She looked Cam in the eyes. "I think we have a problem. As for the solution. Honesty."

"Honesty?"

"Completely honest. I know that Booth told you I was a foster child."

"He said it with good intentions. And I haven't been completely honest. I—and this is hard to say bluntly—I find you, very attractive. I was going to ask you to dinner but Hodgins interrupted."

Brennan smiled and took one of Cam's fries. "Well, when you ask, expect a definite yes." Brennan walked out of the diner, Cam close on her tail.

"Dr. Brennan wait!" Cam stopped Brennan on the sidewalk. "I don't understand."

"When you ask, I will say yes."

Cam genuinely smiled and pulled Brennan in for a hug. "See you on Monday, Dr. Brennan."

"No need for 'Dr.'. Bren or Brennan is fine." She walked away for the last time.

Cam bit her lip and smiled like a teenager having her first crush.

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So yes, Brennan is a bit OOC. But I kinda like this chappie. Please R&R!

-JJ!