A/N: Here it is. My entry into the April CBPC. It's not very good...but hey, it's something.
Title: Over Head Cam
Summary: Takes place between when Brennan and Max shows up to rescue Booth, and the diner scene at the end of 'The Killer in the Concrete', Episode 218, APRIL 4, 2007. Slight Spoiler, I guess.
Rating: K
Disclaimer: I called about 'BONES' just yesterday, and was told that my payment must have gotten lost in the mail. ::mumbles:: That means that I still don't own 'BONES'. But the plotline (what there is of one) is mine and has been (c) WolfMyjic 2007.
This fiction has not been beta'ed. Sorry.
Doctor Temperance Brennan sat at her desk starring at her computer screen. Her fingers tapped on the keyboard while she searched for the right word to describe a body. She drew her bottom lip in between her teeth, then let out a sigh and sat back in her chair. "Problems?" Brennan looked up to find her partner, Special Agent Seeley Booth leaning against her door jam.
"Guess you could say that," she answered.
Booth pushed himself off the wood with a grimace and stepped into the office. "Then why don't you grab your coat," he suggested. "Come have dinner with me."
"Oh, I don't know." Brennan scanned his face and remembered that he was told to take a few days off. "I thought you were ordered to take a few sick days?"
"I was," he said. "I am, but I got bored sitting at home. Come on, Bones. Dinner, yummy." He stuffed his hands into his front pockets, rocked back on his heels and flashed her a wide smile. "Please?" Brennan's lips tugged up in a smile and Booth knew he had won.
"I guess dinner says okay," she said, standing.
"Great." Booth moved closer and picked up her jacket, holding it out for her.
"But I drive," Brennan said, slipping her arms into the offered jacket.
"Bones…"
"Booth," she interrupted, "you're in no shape to drive." Brennan turned around and held up a finger. "Don't make me call your boss."
"Okay, okay." He held up his hands in surrender. "You can drive." Brennan tossed her hair over her shoulder, smiled and then moved passed her partner. Booth smiled to himself before moving to catch up, his hand coming to rest on the small of her back. They moved through the lab and out the sliding door.
"It's a good thing Brennan's dad showed up," Angela Montenegro commented coming to stand beside Camille Saroyan as she stood, leaning against the railing of the mezzanine.
"Yeah," Cam half agreed.
"Bren said the when they found Booth, he was tied up and being tortured." Cam nodded her head in agreement. "You still love him, don't you?" Cam turned from the lab below, and looked Angela in the eyes.
"Not really love," she finally said. "More like, a long, comfortable knowledge of each other."
"Friends with benefits?" Angela offered. Cam turned and leaned her butt against the railings, crossing her arms over her chest.
"We were," she answered. "But, um, Booth called it off." They stood for a few long minutes without talking.
"You know how he feels, don't you?" Angela asked. Cam starred down at the floor and worried her bottom lip between her teeth.
"Yeah," she finally answered. "It's kinda hard to miss."
"You're okay with it?"
"I don't have a choice," Cam said, picking her eyes back up to meet Angela's.
"You can always cause trouble."
Cam shook her head. "Seeley is a good friend. He's been there for me." She took a deep breath. "I want him to be happy. Brennan makes him that way. Anyway, have you seen the new guy over in research?"
Angela smiled. "Good gawd, I have. He's some eye candy." The artist looped her arm through Cam's and they moved off in search of dinner and maybe, some dessert.