Zack sidled into Dr. Saroyan's office at 9:12 a.m. The workday began officially each day with a meeting at 8:30 a.m. Although crime scenes were the exciting part of their jobs, the mundane had to be completed as well. Paperwork on recently identified Limbo cases had to be filed, documentation on all experiments had to be submitted… The Jeffersonian was a busy place.

"Alright, people. Hop to it!" Cam said with a smile as she deposited the remaining file folders into Zack's hands as she walked to the doorway. "I'll be out again today, meeting with Dr. Goodman and a few of the benefactors about some new lab equipment I'd like to get in here. You can reach me by cell if you must. And by must, I mean don't. Thanks." With a wave, she was gone.

The group did not immediately disperse as was most common after such meetings. Instead, all eyes were on Zack. He didn't exactly know how to respond. He just knew that eight pairs of eyes, all focused on him, really made him uncomfortable. So, he flashed a quick, awkward smile and darted from the room.

"Does that mean it didn't go well?" Brennan asked, confused by Zack's hasty departure. "Ange! I thought you said that—"

"I thought it WAS gonna go well! She LIKED him, Bren! There is NO WAY he screwed that up!" Angela looked at the empty spot by the door so recently occupied by Zack, completely flabbergasted.

"Well," Hodgins said, looking amused. "This IS Zack. I have full confidence in him that he can screw up just about anything, really." He held up his hands in defense. "Not that I WANTED him to. Sheesh, people!"

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Zack was hunched over the counter in the break room, stirring ungodly amounts of sugar into his already syrupy sweet coffee. The problem with coffee, he'd decided, was that it tasted awful. Yet, everyone drank it, so he'd learned how to make it tolerable for himself. Raising the cup to his lips, he tasted the concoction and his teeth practically twitched. Yum.

Gathering up his cup, his lab coat, and the folders Cam had given him, he turned to head to his station and collided with Naomi. He opened his mouth to apologize profusely for the coffee splattered all over her white blouse and dripping down her neck, but then closed it again. The memory of what she'd almost lost him was entirely too fresh in his mind. Instead, he forced his face to go blank as he looked at her. "Hmmm," was all he mumbled as he sidestepped her.

Just past her, in the hallway were his colleagues, all gaping at the mess he'd left behind.

With a half smile, Zack shrugged and said, "Whoops!" as he continued on his way back into the forensics lab.

"He SO got some," Hodgins cackled.

Just past her, in the hallway were his colleagues, all gaping at the mess he'd left behind.

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A/N ::smiles innocently:: So, did he or didn't he? Ya like? Reviews make stories happen more quickly… 