Coulda, Shoulda, Woulda
Watching the quiet examination going on over at the main forensic platform, Cam can't help but be amazed at the intense concentration that Brennan exhibits, the focused energy she exudes with every blink of her eye, every flick of her wrist, every wave of her slender fingers. There is a definite purpose to her movements, and it awes Cam every time she sees it. While not a slacker in the work department herself, even she can see the dedication Brennan shows is completely unmatched. Except, of course, by Brennan's partner.
And speak of the sexy devil, as the thought crossed Cam's mind, Booth strolled into the lab as if he were magically conjured. He swiped his badge and stepped onto the platform, stopping within a foot of where Brennan still stood examining her remains from limbo. Cam couldn't hear what was being said, but whatever it was Brennan was not amused.
Booth seemed to try to counter Brennan's irritation with his patented charm smile, and she ably deflected it with an eye roll and a smile of her own. Surreptitiously looking around the lab for witnesses, Booth leaned into Brennan's ear and whispered something that made the woman blush furiously. Whoa, thought Cam. What was that?
Her question was answered rather quickly as Brennan leaned up after her own quick look around and ran the tip of her tongue over Booth's earlobe, making him close his eyes and shudder. Whatever he said next must have been good, because Brennan threw a cover over her limbo case and practically ran to her office to get her things. Cam stood up and peeked out the doorway as Brennan joined Booth at the lab doors, stealing a quick kiss and leading him out.
While her head said, 'It's about time', Cam's heart constricted just a little. Shaking her head to herself, amused, she went back to her paperwork. No sense getting sad about something that was never meant to be.