A/N – Woot woot! Chapter 3! Hope your enjoying the story up until now! You know… I tend to write these before I write the chapter, so nothing much to say… Think of it like not spoiling the story! Anywho, review and favorite…. All of that and more! Enjoy the chapter and thanks for your support! Comment so I know I have a fan base!

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"WHAT?!?! When did they come in?!" David's heart dropped… They must have entered the diner when he was halfway on the floor to escape the moment.

"It'll be fine, man… They're probably looking for me anyways… so sit up!" Wendell told him, nudging him in the ribs. "Be cool and they'll probably ignore you and you can have a proper first impression…"

"Uh… okay…" David managed to utter. He sat up, began eating his now room temperature pie and room temperature coffee, trying his hardest to appear like a common bystander.

"Good evening Mr. Fisher, Mrs. Wick, Mr. Nigel-Murray and Wendell..." Dr. Brennan said, facing each one as she greeted them.

"Hey guys! I never imagined you guys would hang out… Neither of you seem to have much in common… other than bones." Agent Booth said while smiling.

"What, Booth?"

"Not you Bones… Bones in general…"

"Well, try to make the difference clearer."

"It's no big deal!" Then he quickly added. "I'll try to not use them both in a sentence in the future… Happy?"

"Yes I am. Also, just because you only see most of them in a work setting doesn't mean they don't have things in common… Anthropologically speaking, people from tend to have many things in common, the statistical probability that they have nothing in common is simply ridiculous!"

"Fine Bones… Fine." Booth said as he rolled his eyes. "We did come here for a reason, right?"

"Yes we did… As a matter of fact, I have to speak to someone…"

"Well, go on."

"I'm about too! Give me time…"All throughout this, Daisy was giggling, Colin was staring nonchalantly, Vincent was spacing out and Wendell was just staring… Before this could continue, Wendell interjected.

"Hello Dr. Brennan, Booth…" Wendell told them. "Did another case come up and I'm needed at the lab?"

"As a matter of fact, it has." Booth told him, he then grinned from ear to ear. "Can you believe the game last night?! 12-0! We creamed them!" He and Wendell both grinned. They both enjoy hockey… David knew that because Wendell often asked him to watch the games with him and the gang. He always said he was busy. He's rarely been really busy, and he's never been to a game before. He knew that Booth would be there and almost always Dr. Brennan would be there too.

"Is that even a substantial amount?" Dr. Brennan asked.

"Well… IT DOESN'T MATTER! We creamed them, and that's what matters!"

"I didn't see much creaming…" Brennan said casually, while everybody around her made a face at her. "What?! You said that your team 'creamed' the other… What's the problem?"

"Nothing Bones… Thanks for single handedly killing the verb "cream"…. God I can't even say it anymore…"

"What do you mean?! What does that even mean?"

"Well, to 'cream' someone is to beat them really badly…" Wendell told her.

"Oh! Then why is that so bad?" Bones would not let it go…

"Well… there's another definition…" Wendell could not bring himself to say it.

"What it is then?" She sure was persistent in knowing everything she didn't. "Anybody?!" She looked around at the quiet faces staring at each other…. She found who to target. "Mr. Nigel-Murray?"

"To 'cream' someone is another term that refers to…"

"STOP!" Everybody said, including Booth. Daisy was already as beet red, Colin had a mischievous grin on his face and David still tried his hardest to eat his ever cooling pie without laughing and calling himself to attention.

"Fine! I'll have Booth tell me later!"

"No way Bones!"

"Shouldn't we be heading down to the lab?" Wendell interjected.

"Good point Wendell! We should head out Bones." Booth said, giving Wendell a thumbs up. He knew that work would distract her.

"You have a point, Mr. Bray… Wendell." Dr. Brennan agreed.

"Let's go then! Do you have a ride?" He said, pointing at Wendell.

"Yeah, I'll meet you there?" Wendell told him. "See you later guys… we'll do this again soon." He said as he got up and brushed his shirt flat.

"That's all good and dandy, Wendell…"

"Fine and dandy, Bones… Fine and dandy."

"Whatever the case may be… we weren't referring to you… We were talking to Mr. Angel David Morales…" At the sound of his full name he snapped back to reality and choked on his pie once more. Note to self – Never eat pie with the guys again… He told himself.

"You okay, bud?" Booth asked him.

"Yeah, he actually chokes on pie often… Done it already once today Dr. Brennan! And let me say, I just saw you on Anthropology today and I have to say… you looked gorgeous! "

DAMN IT! Daisy took my line! He swore to himself.

"That can't be healthy…"

"Well, he wants to eat all his pie before someone gets to it!" Booth smiled and winked at him. "Right, bud! I do it all the time!"

"No, it's not that… I mean, I love pie… but" David coughed "You can't be talking to me, Dr. Brennan… Are you?" What a way to start a conversation… Choke on pie and then subtly questioning the sanity of Dr. Brennan.

"That is your name, right? Your records show that as your name… if you've changed it, I suggest you let the campus know as soon as possible."

"No… that IS my name… I just don't know what you mean…"

"Well, the Jeffersonian has been relatively busy and we decided to allow two interns to work at a time for the Anthropology unit. After carefully considering the possibility of bringing in a seasoned intern, I decided to pick a new one so we can share as much experience as possible. After checking the applicants, your application stood out to me figuratively speaking. You wrote an excellent essay and your dissertation on Modern re-Westernization of Japanese cultures funeral habits was riveting!"

How did she get a hold of his Dissertation?! I haven't even submitted it! And what application!? He was lost…

"Wow! From the sounds of it, Bones, You've picked yourself the squintiest of the squints!" Booth said smiling.

David couldn't hold it any longer… "Um… sorry, but wh…"

Wendell interjected. "On second thought, Dr. Brennan, I'll meet you there. I need to get some things from my apartment. David can come with me when I'm done…"

"Fine by me! You heard that Bones? He said He'll meet us there! So let's go!"

"Okay then! I await you both at the lab." They headed out. "How long will your tasks at your apartment take?"

"Oh, about ten minutes … tops!" Wendell said with a small smile.

"Come on Bones!"

"Coming Booth! See you both later!" And like that they were gone.

David looked stunned as they headed out… Looking down at his now cold slice of pie, he though he knew what was wrong with this night. Note to self – NEVER, EVER take food from Daisy again!


A/N? Are they author's notes?!?! Yeah they are… So there is another chapter done. A very special thanks to wolfmoonxx02 for all the positiveness and anonymous for the hits to my story!

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