Happy new year, all!

Though it's twenty-six days old already...

Hope everyone had a good holiday and are ready for some more CZ goodness!

Disclaimer: I don't think they would trust me to take care of it properly...

"You look happy."

Cam looked up at Angela, who was grinning as usual.

"I do?" she asked.

"Uh-huh," Angela used her shoulder to nudge Cam, "Who's the lucky guy? Anybody I know?"

Zach chose that moment to walk by. He looked at her and rose his eyebrows in a greeting. She gave him a very tiny smile in return. Angela didn't notice.

"There was no guy, Angela."

She got a disbelieving look in exchange, "Please. I've worked with you for how long now? I know what puts a smile on your face. You had a nice time with some guy this weekend."

"Or some girl."

They turned to see Seeley walk up to where they stood.

"She hung out with her friend Zavina on Saturday."

"Oh. I could have sworn..." Angela said, her brows together, "She had that 'remembering-that-cute-guy' look on her face."

"I absolutely did not!" Cam protested. There was no way she was thinking of Zach that way. Though there really was no denying he was cute...

"Cam, is Zavina a guy?" Booth asked.

Her heart hammered in her chest. Actually, Zavina was a guy.

"Does Zavina sound like a guy name to you?" she asked him.

"I dunno. I could be some sort of code name. Like it could be an anagram or something." He had on his suspicious look.

"Zavina is a friend of mine. She needed to talk so she came over. Okay? I don't know why you two think I have any obligation to report my weekend activities to any of you."

"I'm just wondering why you're hiding her from me," Seeley pointed at her, "You don't hide your friends from me."

"Well, I'm hiding this one," Cam folded her arms defiantly.

"Is she a con or something?"

Angela spun around to face Cam, "No girl put that smile on your face. I know it. There's a guy in this story somewhere!"

"There is no guy!" Cam emphasized, her gaze flickered to where Zach sat, concentrating on a computer monitor.

Angela narrowed her eyes, "It sounds like you're hiding something."

"Hah!" Booth shouted triumphantly, "I knew it!"

"I am not hiding anything! Excuse me. Zach!" she grabbed a file at random and ran toward Zach like he could save her from a pack of hungry wolves. She missed the looks of suspicion Angela and Seeley exchanged.

.oO0Oo.

Zach turned at the sound of someone calling his name and saw Cam walking briskly toward him.

"Yes," he replied, his tummy erupting in butterflies at her smile.

"Nothing. I'm just trying to get away from Angela and Seeley. How are you?" she leaned her head to one side and smiled up at him, a motion that she didn't always direct at him. He thought it made her look cute.

'I'm fine," he grinned. Her grin got bigger.

"You got anything on the Jane Doe yet?" she asked.

"No. But the typewriter found in the hole with her seems to be the murder weapon. We will have to wait a while to know for certain."

"Great. See you." she patted him on the shoulder and walked. Zach couldn't help but watch her walk away until she disappeared into her office.

"He sighed, but it ended in a yelp as Jack punched him on the shoulder.

"Hey, man! How's Betty?"

"Fine." Zach punched him back, "That hurt!"

Jack punched him again, "That hurt! But you know what? I'm just happy for you, man. She better be pretty. Is she blonde? I think Archie comics spoiled me, because I keep imagining her blonde."

"She isn't blonde." said Zach, sinking himself further into the quagmire.

"Who isn't blonde?"

Zach and Jack looked at Dr. Brennan who turned up beside them.

"Zach's new girlfriend," said Jack, "So she has brown hair?"

"Black," Zach winced outwardly as he said it. He didn't have a girlfriend! Why did he tell Jack that he did in the first place? If he hadn't, he wouldn't be in this mess.

"And I bet she has big soulful brown eyes," Jack said dreamily.

"Yes," Zach realised that he needed a filter for his brain before his mouth got him into more trouble.

"Hopefully, we will get to meet her soon, Zach," said Dr. Brennan.

"That's the problem! She apparently doesn't like people...well that's what he told me!" Jack added at the unbelieving look on Dr. Brennan's face.

"She is extremely shy," Zach told her.

"According to him, she doesn't leave the house," Jack added.

"What does she do for a living?" Dr. Brennan asked.

"She- she designs web pages," Zach lied.

"Okay...so doesn't she go out at all?"

"Rarely."

"How did you meet her?"

"Internet."

Why does she like you and not anybody else?"

Zach shrugged.

"I'm sorry to say this, but it all sounds suspicious, Zach."

"That's what I think too," said Jack.

Zach sighed. He had lied too much already, but he continued, "Betty does not want to meet anybody. Excuse me, I have to ask Dr. Saroyan something," he sped off like he was being chased by a chainsaw murderer.

"He's definitely hiding something," said Jack.

"I agree," Brennan nodded, "But what?"

.oO00Oo.

Cam walked into the room and saw Zach waiting for he. He needed to report to her his findings in terms of the case they were currently working on. But when she found herself concentrating on the way his hair looked- messy, as if her had run his hand through it- she knew that she was not going to concentrate fully on the case today.

Expelling a calming breath, she walked into the room with purpose in her stride.

"Do we know what killed her yet?" she walked past him and stood on his other side, her finger brushing his arm, but her eyes on the remains lying on the illuminated examination table.

"The fracture on the shoulder blade suggests a blow from behind," he told her, "It seems that the typewriter hit her first, then the lie detector came down on her head when she fell to the floor."

Cam winced, "Ooooh. Who would be so angry that they would do that?"

"I think you would be better able to answer that than I would, Dr. Saroyan," Zach told her.

She gave him a look of polite pity, "Yeah, I'm sure."

Silence reined for a while. Cam chanced looking at him and saw him shift his gaze at the last minute to the remains that lay on the table. She kind of missed him on Sunday. She watched tv all day, having nothing else to do, but every few seconds, she wondered if she could call him and challenge to a game of monopoly or something. But that sounded stupid so she didn't bother. She looked over him again, and this time he was staring at the bones like they were diamonds.

Zach was wondering how he was going to spend a week without her- without going to her house and playing Scrabble, he corrected himself. He didn't know if her could find something to occupy himself for the six days that were left. His Sunday was mostly boring, till Jack asked him to help out in the mansion's lab. That had been fun.

Cam gasped softly, catching his attention.

"Forgot to tell you."

"What?" he turned to face her. She turned too, leaning her head to one side.

"There's a documentary on the Discovery Channel tonight on the Pharaohs of Egypt. With re-enactments and everything."

"I know," he said.

"Well it would be fun if we got to watch it, you know," she smiled.

He smiled in response, "Okay."

"Great," she reached out and ruffled his hair, laughing.

.o0OO0o.

"It's weird," Angela said to Booth, "She doesn't have to lie to us, but she is anyway."

"Do you think she's dating somebody?" Booth asked.

"Maybe. But why would she lie about that?" Angela mused. Booth shrugged his shoulders.

"It just sounds suspicious," Brennan said to Hodgins, "His girlfriend has agoraphobia? I don't know anyone with agoraphobia, but do people who have it date much?"

"Leave it to Zach to fine the only one who does," said Hodgins.

"The entire story has a lot of components that don't add up. Actually, the whole thing sounds like a lie. But why lie?"

"That's what we wanna know."

Brennan looked over at Booth and Angela who were standing nearby, "You've noticed as well?"

"Well, yeah. She's just been just a little too evasive. Why is she hiding this friend from us? And she's been constantly busy. Doing what?"

Brennan narrowed her eyes at him, "Who are you talking about?"

"Who are you guys talking about?" Angela asked.

"Zach of course," Hodgins told her, "He's the one with the girlfriend who doesn't wanna meet us. Yet he's over her house all the time."

"Well, we're talking about Cam. She's been constantly busy and then there's this friend named Zavina that she doesn't want me to meet," Booth told Hodgins and Brennan.

"They're both being evasive, secretive and untruthful?" Brennan asked.

"Weird," said Hodgins.

"Guys," Angela felt almost silly asking this, "You don't think both cases are related, do you?"

There was a second of silence, when everyone thought over what that might mean.

"Nah," they all said, except Angela, who wasn't so sure.

.oO00Oo.

"What!?" Cam shook her head, revolted, "I don't believe that."

"Well, it is evident that this phenomenon occurs, since they were able to document it," Zach supplied.

"Ew! He's eating his brothers and sisters, Zach! That's horrible!"

Zach smiled at the disgusted look on Cam's face. The special on Egyptian Pharaohs had finished and hour ago and they were watching a programme on sharks. Watching the fattest, healthiest baby Tiger Shark munching on the other occupants of his mother's womb, Cam cringed, holding onto Zach's t shirt.

"Well, maybe you could look at it from this perspective," Zach told her, "Had he not eaten them, they would have died soon after birth. In order to ensure the strongest one's survival, the weaker ones have to be sacrificed."

"Please tell me you're kidding," Cam said, not cringing as the a researcher who studied the shark was being interviewed.

"Not, I'm not," Zach bit into a slice of pizza.

"You wouldn't your brothers and sisters, would you?" she asked him.

"No. Humans do not engage in that behaviour. It would be impossible. Unlike shark embryos, human embryos do not develop teeth until six to eight months after they leave the womb."

"I know, Zach," Cam shook her head, "I know human babies can't each other."

"The cannibalistic behaviour of the tiger shark is attributed to it's survival skills. The fact is those embryos that are eaten would not survive for long outside the womb any way."

"I know that!" Cam poked him in the side. He flinched and poked back.

"Ah!" she screamed out, attacking him again. Zach in turn went after her. They tickled each other, squealing and laughing, rolling all over the couch. He fell off the couch and brought her down on top of him, and she hit her head on the coffee table, sending them both into a fit of laughter.

They froze as Zach's phone rang.

They sat up, Cam kneeling in the space between Zach's knees. He grabbed the phone and answered it.

"Hello?"

"Don't tell me you're at Betty's again," Jack said on the other line.

"I'm at the library," Zach looked up at 'Betty', who shrugged back.

"Yeah? So if I swung by the library right now, I'll see you there?"

"Are you going to?" Zach hoped he didn't sound too guilty.

Jack sighed, "No. Zach what are you doing?"

"Reading," he watched as Cam held back a giggle with her palm.

"I guess, since you're at a library. Or at least, that's where you say you are..."

That part confused Zach.

"... Just so you know, you missed another charades game tonight. Jemma said she missed you."

"Please tell her I'm sorry."

"Yeah," Jack hung up.

"What was that about?" Cam asked, moving back to the couch.

"I missed another charades game at the mansion. He found it hard to believe I was at the library."

"He still thinks you're hiding something from him?"

He looked up at her from his position on the ground, "I am."

Cam folded her arms, huffed a breath, "Why is it any of their business what we're doing. We aren't doing anything anyway!"

There was silence as they stared at each other. This didn't go any further than playing Scrabble, did it? And that was innocent...wasn't it?

"Want more pizza?" she asked, trying to dissolve the tension that built up in the room.

"Um, yes," he got off the floor as she tore off a slice for him. She grabbed a slice for her self, and they sat back in the couch, her head on his shoulder, munching and watching the television, as a photographer got up close and personal with a Great White.

.oO00Oo.

Two evenings later, Cam ran towards her house phone and picked it up on the second ring.

"Hello."

"Hey Cam."

"Hi, Seeley," she said casually, "What's up?"

"Not much. What are you doing?"

"Just watching some television," Cam semi-lied.

"Oh. Hey, you haven't seen Zach around have you?" Seeley asked.

Now Cam outright lied, "I've been home all evening. I wouldn't have an opportunity to see Zach. Why?"

"Nothing. We just can't seem to pin him down, that's all. Hey, I'm going to the movies tonight. Wanna come along?"

She didn't hesitate with her answer, "Sure. What time?"

"Oh, um...eight?"

"No problem. See you."

She hung up and went back to the dining room table, where Zach sat fitting a jigsaw puzzle pieces together. He had already fit together the entire border, the grass at the bottom of the portrait, and was working on a large tree. She was still struggling with an elephant.

"Seeley's invited me to the movies tonight."

"Okay," he didn't look up from the trunk he was piecing together.

"That means you gotta go, unfortunately. He wants us to meet at eight and it's 7:30."

He looked up, "It's 7:30?"

She nodded.

"It feels like I just got here."

"I know," she nodded again.

He got up, placing the last piece in place to complete the tree, "I'm really looking forward to our tournament next week."

"Me too," she pointed at the puzzle, "You can come over tomorrow and we'll continue this."

"Okay," Zach smiled, "I plan on beating you again next week."

She rolled her eyes and hit him, "You're so competitive! Can't you just play the game and stop focusing on proving that you're better than me?"

"Sorry," Zach laughed. He looked so cute. Cam smiled at him, then kissed him. She heard his breath catch as her lips pressed to his. This one was a little longer than their last one. She had time to close her eyes and enjoy the little shiver up her spine.

When she pulled back, he was looking at her with slight confusion. She could totally understand why. So she made light of it.

"I keep doing that," she put on a comical expression, "Sorry."

He nodded, "Apology accepted."

She walked him to the door and him out. When he was gone, she allowed herself a moment of surprise. Her hand went over her mouth, eyes popping and she gasped.

What the heck was that?

.oO00Oo.

"We're really making progress," Cam smiled, looking over the puzzle the following night. They were halfway finished; there were now several trees, lots of tropical plants, colourful parrots, an elephant and a large anaconda on the table. Cam was piecing together a big tiger.

"We have been working on it for six hours, counting yesterday," said Zach, who was linking tiny blue pieces together to create the sky. Cam had no idea how he did it.

"When we're done, I'm gonna see if I can get it framed. I hate when you fix a puzzle and have to take it apart again."

"It makes you feel like your effort has been wasted," said Zach.

"Exactly. Wow, this is really a beautiful picture," Cam picked up the box lid, "All these beautiful flowers. Ginger Lilies, Birds of Paradise, Hibiscuses...whatever these are. Tropical flowers are so beautiful."

"What is your favourite flower?"

The question was so unexpected, she rose her eyebrows at it. But then she smiled.

"I really don't know. No, wait. If I were to say I had a favourite, I would say roses. All types, but I like yellow the most, I think."

She looked at Zach, a little glad to see he was paying attention. She liked telling this story.

"When I was little, maybe like eight or so, I went with my friend to visit her grandmother. Her grandma had a garden, and she had all types of rose bushes in it. Now, ignorant New York kid that I was, I didn't know that roses came in any other colour than red. So when we're walking along her grandmother's garden, my friend points out the yellow roses," Cam laughed, remembering what came next, "I told her she was a stupid idiot because roses only came in one colour. I think we may have fought, I can't remember. But anyway the next day, her grandmother took me by the hand and carried me down to the garden and showed me all the different types of roses she had; pink, white, and of course yellow. She told me that she liked the yellow because they were the symbol of friendship. So yeah, if I had to pick one, I would say yellow roses."

"That is a really nice story," Zach told her.

"Thanks. So, how about you?" she teased.

Zach's brows came together, "I don't really pay attention to horticulture."

"Yeah," Cam said sarcastically, "I think I expected you to say something like that."

.oO00Oo.

When Zach knocked on the door the next night, Cam ran to answer it, tripping over her boots in the corner and slamming into the door so hard it vibrated.

"Ow," she moaned.

"Cam?" she could hear Zach laugh through the door.

"It's not funny!" she grabbed the handle and yanked the door open, "I could have hurt myself!"

"That's true," said Zach, and he really stopped laughing, "So are you hurt?"

"No."

"Then I can laugh!" Zach laughed loud again.

She glared at him, then started laughing too.

"Hey," she told him when he made to walk inside, "You wanna get out of the house tonight?"

He looked confused, "We haven't finished the puzzle."

She shrugged, "I did. Long distance call. It was just lying there while I was talking to my friend. Took about two hours"

"Okay." he nodded, "Where do you want to go?"

"Have you been to the arcade? The one that just opened?" she asked, her eyes open in eagerness.

He looked pleasantly stunned, "You're interested in video games?"

"Sometimes," she reached for her sweater behind the door, "Let's go."

.oO00Oo.

"Man. There are way too many grown people here,"Cam said as they walked into the arcade, holding hands so they wouldn't lose each other in the crowd near the door waiting to purchase tokens.

"It's nine o'clock. Most small children are already in bed," Zach told her.

"Yeah, but I was expecting more teenagers. Look at that guy! He looks old enough to be my dad!"

"Most likely he is in his sixties. Maybe he owns the arcade?"

Cam shrugged, squinting at the man, who was staring off into space, immersed in his own thoughts, "He could be a ped."

"Ped? What is a ped?"

"Pedophile. You know, he could be stalking the place for teenage girls."

"A pedophile is someone who engages in pedophillia, a paraphilic behaviour that involves having sex with pre-pubescent children."

Cam rolled her eyes and looked behind her at him, "Gee, thank you, Zach. I really didn't know that."

"You do. He told her, his brows coming together. She heaved a fake sigh and turned to face him, pointing in his cute face, "We're getting you a sarcasm teacher."

"How many tokens?" the girl at the counter asked them. They hadn't realised they had reached the counter.

Buying their tokens, Zach and Cam got into the arcade. Almost suddenly, Cam started pointing at the games she anted to play. They went over to the Pac Man first since it was free.

"I love this game. One thing my sister can't do is beat me at video games."

"They're coming at you," Zach warned when she stopped watching the game to talk to him. He grabbed the controls, or rather put his hand over hers to manipulate them, steering the Pac Man away from death. She turned her head to look at him concentrating on the game. She doubted he realised that he had enveloped her in his arms as he played the game. He was just so cute.

"Can I play the game now please?" she asked, grinning.

He looked down at her, "Um, yes." He took his hand off hers and allowed her to play, and she won more than once.

'I am the Pac Man master," Cam placed her palms together and bowed to the game, which made Zach laugh.

"Would you like to fight?" she asked him.

He looked at her, puzzled, "Sorry?"

"The WWF game. We could wrestle against each other." she expounded.

"Or rather, we can control the virtual wrestlers," Zach nodded, understanding, "of course."

They walked over to the game. He picked Triple H and she picked John Cena. He won and she demanded a rematch, which she won. She celebrated by jumping up and down singing, "I won! I won!" Zach had a laughing fit.

They played again and again, Zach winning 57 percent of the time, as he pointed out.

"You're just as competitive as I am, Cam," he told her.

"No way. You are more competitive than I am."

"I don't think so."

"I do."

"We are both competitive."

"Yeah" Cam conceded, shrugging, "But you're a freak when it comes to competition. You'd do anything to win," she tapped him on the chin with her finger.

"I don't cheat. You do."

She scrunched up her nose, which made him smile, "The bike race game is free."

They got onto the adjacent bikes and entered their tokens to get it started. They started off neck and neck down the track, then as they rounded the corner, Cam ended up a little ahead of Zach. He sped up to get past her, but she would not have it, speeding up as well. When they got to the next corner, Zach was a good distance in front of Cam and she fought hard to get in front of him. Zach started laughing, thinking he had her beat. But she edged him out and won the race by a few meters.

"Yes!" she shouted, "Eat my dust, Dr. Addy!"

"The track is too short." Zach complained as he got off the bike.

"I want a bear," she told him, digging in her pocket for a token as they passed the prize machine which was full of colourful teddy bears.

"What colour would you like?" he asked her.

"Blue. Why?"

Zach popped in a token in the machine and in two minutes handed her a blue bear. She was a little impressed, taking the bear and cuddling it.

"My hand-eye coordination makes me consistent when it comes to maneuvering the claw," he said to her.

"And here I was thinking you were being chivalrous, she teased.

After the arcade, they found a restaurant that was opened late nearby.

"Wow. I'm gonna get so fat hanging out with you," Cam complained good-naturedly as they sat down at their table in the Chinese restaurant, "Snacks, pizza, Chinese food...I don't usually eat this badly."

"Chinese food is low in fat and high in sodium," Zach said, laughing when she glared at him once again, "And from your expression I assume you already knew that."

"Yes. Anybody ever told you you're really too cute?"

Zach raised his eyebrows in silent surprise.

"You are," Cam grinned, shifting closer to him on the bench they were on and kissed him lightly on the lips, "And don't worry. I know you're just being yourself."

She wondered to herself how the restaurant got so hot so suddenly. Then she realised she was blushing so badly, she had raised her internal temperature. Zach was blushing too, she could tell.

"May I take your order?"

They looked up at their waiter who looked way too bright and awake for late night.

They ordered and waited for their meal, looking down at the table and up at the Chinese calenders on the red-painted walls.

"Hey," she looked at him. He turned from the large painting on the opposite wall at her, "I'm sorry. I'm making you uncomfortable aren't I?"

"Not excessively," he said, shaking his head.

"You know, I'm glad we started playing Scrabble. It was really fun playing with you."

"You too," he told her.

"Thanks," Cam said sheepishly.

His phone rang and Cam winced at the sound. She could just guess who was calling him.

"Hello? Dr. Brennan?"

Okay, so she was wrong.

"Um, I'm having dinner, Dr. Brennan... At a Chinese restaurant... The Golden Egg Restaurant... Yes I'm aware that it's after ten..."

This time Cam's phone rang. She flipped it open and saw Angela's name on the screen. She got up and walked away before she answered, "Hello?"

"Where are you?"

These people were a curious lot, weren't they? "I'm out."

"Where out? I got some thing to show you."

"Now? It's after ten."

"Yeah, I know."

"Can't it wait until tomorrow?"

"Just tell me where you are and I'll come show you."

"Is it about the case?"

From the way Angela paused, Cam could tell whatever it was didn't even exist, "Um, yeah."

"Where are you? The Jeffersonian? I'll come there and you can show me," Cam played along.

Angela sighed, "Don't bother."

Cam continued to play, "You sure? Gee, it sounded so important."

"Yeah, I'm sure. It's nothing."

"Uh-huh," Cam muttered accusingly and hung up.

"Dr. Brennan seemed very interested in where I was," Zach told her as she sat back down beside him. Their orders came and they dug in.

"So did Angela. They're really getting inquisitive about us, huh?"

Zach nodded as he chewed his orange chicken.

"Unfortunately for them, the answer's really boring. All we've been doing is playing Scrabble, watching tv, eating junk and playing video games."

"That isn't all we've been doing."

Cam's heart skipped a beat as she looked up at Zach from her chicken chop suey. Was he really going to admit that what they were doing was more than they were both willing to admit, that it had gone way past what it had started out being?

"What?" she breathed, her eyes wider than usual.

"We also assembled a jigsaw puzzle," Zach said, his concentration centered on the food he was eating. So he missed the relief that came over her features. Cam sighed gratefully.

"Oh yeah. You're right."

.oO00Oo.

Cam went straight into Angela's office the next morning.

"You wanted to show me something?" she teased. Angela gave her an accusing look.

"Where were you?"

"I told you I went out."

"Doing what?"

"My business, Angela! Why are you so interested in what I do all of a sudden?

"Because you keep lying. I want to know why you're lying," Angela stood up and glared at Cam, "Just tell me. I have to know!"

Cam shook her head, "I'm not doing anything."

"You can't tell me that," Angela snapped.

Cam gave her a funny little smirk, and turned towards her office, "I just did."

"Okay, then just tell me who you're going with. Because you can't lie to me and tell me that you are not going somewhere with someone," Angela got up and walked beside Cam.

"Why would you think that?" she asked, sounding so innocent that she was surprised at herself.

"Because you just look so happy and peaceful. I know that look. That's a guy look,"

"There is no guy."

"So next time can I come with you?"

Cam gave her a look, "No."

"See! There is a guy! I know the look. It's plain as the nose on your face that you've got something going on!"

"You're overemphasizing things."

"Well, you're oversimplifying them," Angela shot back, "This could not be just having fun by yourself every night. There's gotta be some guy or somebody that you go out with."

"There. Is. Nobody," it was getting so easy to lie now.

"So why can't I come?"

"Because there is nothing plural about 'alone time'. I wanna go by myself," Cam turned into her office and Angela followed.

"I'll find out who it is, Cam. I have skills. Ask Bren," Angela said it like it was a threat.

"Well, you will be wasting your time because there is nobody," Cam flung her bag down and turned around to face Angela, "Nobody. I wish there was but there isn't."

"You can't tell me that," Angela said defiantly.

"I just did," Cam replied.

"Then who sent you those?" Angela pointed.

Cam turned around and looked at where Angela pointed and gasped softly. There on her desk was a bouquet of yellow roses. Her mouth opened in shock.

"From the way your mouth is hanging open, I can come to only one conclusion. You know who they're from. If you didn't, you'd look confused. So no matter what you say, I know that there is somebody. And I'm gonna find out who."

With that, Angela walked out of the office.

Cam walked up to her desk and bent over to smell the bouquet. Then she smiled. There was no note.

She didn't need one. She knew exactly who they were from.

.o0OO0o.

Zach stood over the remains of the victim, who Angela had helped to identify as Miriam Hyde, a secretary at the Washington DC Psych Institute. The intern with him was looking at the woman's pelvic bone like it perplexed him.

"Are you finding the bones problematic?" Zach asked kindly.

"Naw, man. But she musta had some ass, you know what I mean?" the intern winked at Zach and grinned. Zach was the one perplexed now.

"No. I do not know what you mean," he shook his head.

"Greg?"

They turned to see Cam walking into the room. Zach's pulse kicked into high gear. She was going to lecture him, then penalize him and then probably fire him for putting the flowers in her office.

"Yes, Dr. Saroyan?" the intern answered.

"Dr. Seymour needs you to help sift through the pirana guts for the Henderson trial."

"Cool," said Greg, "See you later, Dr. Addy."

When Greg was out the door, Zach saw Cam powering towards him. He saw her motive. She had gotten rid of the sole witness. She was going to kill him.

"I'm sorry, Cam, I shouldn't have..."

He didn't get any further as she fell against him, wrapping her arms round his neck and kissing him hungrily. He felt both of their hearts beating at an elevated pace, the temperature of the room rise, her hand in his hair and her soft lips. He made a low guttural sound when she pulled away, not wanting it to end.

"Thank you," she played with the lapel of his lab coat.

"I thought you would be angry," he confessed.

Her head leaned to one side, "You did? But it was so sweet."

He leaned in to kiss her again, but she pushed him back, giggling.

"Slow down there tiger. Greg will be back soon. Dr. Seymour didn't really need him, I lied. See you later?"

He nodded, watched her walk away, and wondered if he could send her another bouquet tomorrow.

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