Author's Notes: Not sure when this is set. First chapter told from Cam's POV. Everything in between will probably be omniscient. I'll let you know if it's not. Happy Reading!!!

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The Lasting Effects of Alcohol

Chapter One

"Did you see how drunk those two got last night?" Angela asked me.

I chuckled, I'd really grown fond of the woman since I started at the Jeffersonian Institute. I'd actually liked all of them, even Brennan. I felt more like their friend and colleague rather than their superior. Angela was a special case, though. She wasn't as work-oriented and rational-based as the others. She was a feeling, giving person. Maybe that's why I talk to her so much.

"Yes, I did see them. Do you think that anything happened after they left?" I inquired.

Angela laughed as she was returned her purse from the security guard, "I would be the happiest person on the planet if they did. Wouldn't that be a story to tell the grand-kids? Your grandma and grandpa got together by getting drunk at a Halloween party."

"I'll admit, it wouldn't be one of their 'finer' moments." I agreed. The sliding glass doors of the Medico-Legal Lab swooshed open, greeting our arrival. Angela followed me to my office in the Autopsy wing as we chatted a little more about the couple in question. I looked over at my desk where a stack of manila folders were waiting to be read and signed off on.

"Do you realize how much I hate Mondays after parties?" I groaned as I flopped my bag on top.

"I know, pain in the ass and blah, blah, blah." Angela looked out the window of my office towards the back of the lab. "She's already here? Seriously, you'd think that she'd be suffering from the worst hangover in the history of man-kind!" she squeaked.

I shook my head. I knew that Dr. Brennan was a force to be reckoned with my first day on the job here, but I would never expect, even her, to come into work after a night like the one she had. I was just waiting a little while to call her and tell her to take the day off, if she needed it.

"Guys?" I heard a voice at my door.

There was no way that the woman I was looking at was the same Temperance Brennan I was standing over a corpse with on Friday. Even though her clothes and her hair were clean and nice, she looked like Hell on two feet. Her eyes were blood-shot and glassy while the dark circles and bags had shown that Brennan would not have been happy when she woke up this morning.

"Sweetie." Angela called as she walked to Brennan to hug her.

"I don't remember what happened last night." Brennan murmured softly. It broke my heart a little to see her so bent out of shape. The anthropologist who never understood the rationality of regret was long gone and the hung-over, amnesiac woman was left in her place.

"What's the last thing you remember, Bren?" Angela whispered. It was appropriate just in case Brennan's hearing was suffering.

"The three little things I remember are a black skin-suit, a very familiar looking biker, and I have the urge to sing the Foghat song 'Slow Ride'. Does that make any sense?" she asked, searching both women's eyes for answers.

"Come here, Brennan. Sit down." I gestured to the leather wing-back chair in front of my desk. Angela helped her over to it and plopped her down. "We'll tell you what happened, but only if you really wanna know."

I could see the dread come over her eyes as she prepared herself for whatever she'd done. "I wanna know, Cam. What did I do?"

I sighed, "Get comfortable, it's a long story."

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Ok, I know that that was pretty angsty and not insanely funny, but the next chapter will be, I SWEAR.

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