Title: Option A
Author: Unknownsoldier42
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Own not. Profit not. Sue not.
Summary: She watched him stumble up from his seat, speaking lowly to Dr. Brennan. However she also saw his hesitation, he wasn't looking at her anymore. He was staring into the tumultuous waters of Temperance Brennan's deep blue eyes

She'd watched him slip up the stairs with her when they'd gotten back to the lab and couldn't help but feel like an intruder. She was still an outsider with these people, but she felt it even more when she saw them together. Camille was never really the jealous type and she knew he would never betray her, but there was just something about the two of them that made her question herself.

As she closed up her office and walked to the door, heels clicking loudly the whole way, she took a moment to pause and look up at them. Seeley's eyes caught hers and she had to smile at the indecisiveness in his face. Brennan sat beside him, completely oblivious as her back was facing Cam.

But Seeley saw her.

She watched him stumble up from his seat, speaking lowly to Dr. Brennan. However she also saw his hesitation, he wasn't looking at her anymore. He was staring into the tumultuous waters of Temperance Brennan's deep blue eyes. She'd looked in those eyes, she'd seen the awe inspiring intelligence, fury, confusion, and a never ending depth that sucked you in and held you captive. He was trapped and she realized with a start that she'd just lost him. Sure he may not end it tonight, maybe not that week or month, but she saw the way he looked at her and knew he was gone. Hell, if she was honest with herself, she never really had him at all. So she smiled and shook her head as she walked away, alone.

Camille knew he wouldn't turn, wouldn't watch her leave. He didn't follow her like he followed Temperance. Strangely she wasn't upset. But as long as she was being honest with herself she had to admit, that wasn't really surprising either. She'd known. She'd always known. The first time she saw them together, the connection between the two, and the crackling energy that held them together. For the love of god she was fairly sure she was going to catch fire when she saw them staring at each other, and then his conformation.

"I'm with Bones Cam, all the way. Don't doubt it for a second."

She'd seen this coming. So as she strode out the doors of the Jeffersonian she kept smiling and wished them luck. They would need it.

He could barely breathe as they stared at one another. The disappointment in her face and voice was the final, crushing, blow. Knowing he was never going to be able to leave her, he stayed and teased her lightly about eating all the Mee Krab, blowing off his 'appointment' as being un-important. She was smiling now, happy, and that made him happy. Downstairs he heard the click of Cam's heels as she walked away from him. He was wrong, he knew, she was his girlfriend, and here he was abandoning her for another woman.

"I do need to make a call though, Bones, gotta cancel the appointment."

Bones grinned at him, and the force of it made his knees wobble a little. She was so breathtaking and she didn't even know it.

Camille, he had to focus and call Camille.

He dialed and moved away from Bones, just far enough to be out of ear reach but close enough to still see her so she would know he wasn't ditching her.

Like he could.

Wow, I'm pathetic, he thought forlornly. The phone rang a couple times before the short break of her picking up.

"Seeley," she greeted.

"Camille," he replied, feeling even more like a bastard. "Don't call me Seeley."

"Well, don't call me Camille." He heard her smile over the line and felt an answering one grow on his face.

"Listen about tonight," he floundered for words and his eyes flickered back up to see Bones watching him with a confused but interested look on her face. His heart thumped painfully in his chest when she smiled lopsidedly at him.

"Booth, please, I understand. We can talk later."

He swallowed hard, still holding Bones gaze, Cam knew. He heard it in her voice. She knew what he couldn't acknowledge, what he couldn't find the words to say.

"I'm sorry," and he truly was.

"Don't be," her voice was warm and reassuring over the line. "Good night, Seeley."

He nodded, though she couldn't see it. "Good night, Camille."

The snapping sound when he shut his phone seemed overly loud, like the slamming of a door. He knew it was over between them. When he would make the official call, well, that he didn't know. He loved Cam, he always had. But not like he loved Temperance Brennan.

He walked back to her, head hung with the heaviness of his thoughts.

"Were they mad?"

He lifted at the sound of her voice and found himself drowning again. Arming himself with his most charming smile he answered.

"Nah."

She huffed a laugh and shook her head, auburn hair fluttering beautifully in the soft light. "I don't believe you and your charm smile," she said.

"Oh really?" The game was on. He sat back down and snatched the rest of her doughnut away. "I don't believe you, nobody is immune to the Booth smile."

She rolled those liquid eyes, lips upturned in a smile that would put the Mona Lisa to shame. "Is that a fact? Could we prove that here in the lab?"

Booth leaned into her space, invaded her bubble, knowing she would never back down from him and she didn't. Her twinkling eyes were so close and he could feel her breath on his face.

"You can't measure everything in a graduated cylinder, Bones."

They stared at each other, unable to look away, neither wanting to back down first. She bit into her full bottom lip and he swallowed a groan. God must have put her on the Earth specifically to be his un-doing, that he was sure could be proven in the lab. Or in her office. Or on the floor. Her place. His place. Any place really, he wasn't picky.

He gave in and retreated first, noting the smug look of triumph that briefly flickered across her face. His Bones was cocky, but someday he was going to wipe that smile off her face and love every minute of it.

"I better call us in some food before we eat each other," he finally muttered.

Something obscure flashed in her eyes and he blinked in surprise. He didn't know what that look was, but he desperately wanted to know what she'd been thinking. Could it have been the same thought he'd just had? Maybe.

Can I choose option A?

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