I didn't want to say anything last chapter but I guess I am back. The chapters are getting easier to write, just the research takes some time because I still want it to fit with the show. I hope you're still reading and I am trying not to make too many mistakes because nothing of this is betaed.
It is difficult however to keep Arastoo in character, becuse we see so little of him that he is kind of hard to write.
I can't wait for the show to come back in March and I hope the rastoo and Cam storylines will go the way I want them to ;)
Chapter 4
Once they broke the kiss Arastoo pulled Cam even closer and she rested her cheek against his shoulder. Softly he stroked his fingers over her arm.
"It's getting cold," he noticed and placed a kiss on her hair.
"Mmmh," Cam agreed without saying much. It was cold, but she was way too comfortable to move.
"You're tired?" he asked her with a small smile.
"Mmmh," she made again.
"I should get you home."
"Nooo." That got a real reaction from her.
"Come on," Arastoo laughed, but pulled her closer anyway. When she looked up at him with a small pout on her face he kissed her again but then untangled from her and got up, holding out his hand.
With a sigh Cam took his hand and stood up. "Back to reality, I guess."
"I did not say that," Arastoo laughed again and together they made their way to his car.
Once the reached Cam's place and Arastoo had stopped the car Cam turned towards him. There had been a tense silence during their ride home. It was then when Cam remembered why she hated first dates.
"You wanna come up?" she asked him after taking a deep breath for confidence.
"Want to? Yes," he said slowly. "But this is really important to me and I think we should take it slow," he went on uncomfortably.
"I was just offering a cup of coffee," Cam joked when she realized that he was just as nervous as she was.
"Of course, what else," Arastoo replied laughingly and kissed her again. Her fingers tangled in his hair and she was once again disappointed when he broke the kiss.
"Dooset daram," he told her while he looked her deep in the eyes.
"Good night," she replied, pecked his lips one more time and got out of the car. She turned around once more and gave him a small wave before she disappeared into her building.
A day later Cam was just taking her lunch break when her cellphone rang. One look at the screen and she was glad that she was alone in the room because she couldn't stop the smile from spreading on her face.
"Hello Mr. Vaziri," she greeted him.
"Hello Dr. Saroyan," he replied cheekily. "Can you talk?"
"Yes, I'm alone in my office and just taking a break," she let him know and took a sip of her water.
"You've got another case?" he asked curiously.
"Yes, we got a guy here with human remains glued to his back. He is some kind of artist and Angela kissed him," Cam reported.
"The guy or the remains?"
"The guy of cause," Cam laughed and leaned back in her chair.
"Why would she do that?" Arastoo was confused.
"I really don't know. I just know that the guy was completely doped up, so who knows what was going on," she shrugged.
"He's a junkie?"
"No, Mr. Fisher and Hodgins wanted to calm him and gave him Fisher's meds. Officially though, I never said that because for all I know they gave him a cup of chamomile tea," she let him know.
"Oh, Mr. Fisher is back" Arastoo laughed because he knew just how much the guy irritated Cam.
"You sound happy saying that. Or maybe you're just being mean," she huffed.
"Me? Never. But can I take this as an indication that I am your favorite intern?" Arastoo flirted.
"Not anymore if you keep reveling in the misery your colleague causes me."
"Oh come on. How can I make it up to you?" he asked.
"The dinner last night was pretty good," she smiled.
"We could repeat that. But how about I cook this time?"
"Sounds great. Are you going to cook an Iranian dish?"
"If you want me to," he said.
"I'd love that," Cam got excited.
"Tonight?" Arastoo asked.
"I can't tonight. New case," she sighed and he knew just how much paperwork new case always meant for her.
"How about you just give me a call sometime this week when you have the time for dinner? I just have to study but am free otherwise."
"Speaking of calls: Was there a reason why you called?" she asked him.
"Yes," he said and paused, "I wanted to hear your voice." Cam was smiling brightly again and for a few seconds there was silence on both sides.
"I'm glad you called, Arastoo. And I will call you as soon as I know when I have an evening off, ok?" she said gently.
"Great, talk to you then," he said softly.
"Probably even before then," she smiled.
"Anytime. Bye Cam," he said and then they both hung up.
"Dr. Saroyan?" she was brought back to reality a second later when Fisher walked into her office.
"What?" she asked and turned around with an eye roll. She really liked Arastoo so much better.
Nearly a week later Cam opened her door to find Arastoo in front of it. She had known that he would come over for the first time because he finally wanted to cook for her. It had taken her forever to get ready because she had trouble deciding on what to wear. It was one thing to dress up for a fancy dinner date at a restaurant but she wasn't sure what to wear now that he would cook at her place. She had finally settled on some fitting dark blue jeans and a sparkly and a fancy mauve top. Also she had put on her heels which she usually didn't wear inside her apartment. However she felt stupid running around in her socks.
"Hi," she smiled when she saw him and noticed to her biggest relief that he had gone with jeans as well and had added a dark blue dress shirt.
"Hi," he smiled back and was glad when she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him softly. "I missed you," he told her when they pulled apart and she closed the door to her apartment.
"I'm sorry it took me so long to find the time, but we got a new case right after the last" she explained. She led the way into the kitchen and pulled him along by his hand while he carried the several shopping bags he had brought and took his time to look around her apartment. It was very elegant- just like her and very modern. White dominated every room and the orchids she had everywhere were impressive.
"You don't need to be sorry, I'm just happy we're here now," Arastoo replied and pulled her close for another kiss. "What case?"
"Dead teenager, 14 years old. And Angela's psychic believes his ghost is watching us work. She already showed up at the lab twice and I had to throw her out. Strange thing is that everyone seems to believe to some extend that she is right because I even caught Brennan talking to the remains," she informed him.
"You're always talking to the remains," Arastoo knew.
"I'm not…" she started to protest but then stopped because she knew he was right. "… usually telling the remains to pass on messages to my mom," she admitted then.
"I need a pan, some oil and a knife," Arastoo said after looking around her spotlessly clean kitchen. "And what message did you ask him to pass on?" he then changed the topic back to her comment.
"Just that I am fine and happy and that she shouldn't worry," she replied distractedly while she handed him a pan and then went on to get the oil. She stopped dead in her tracks with the door handle in hand. "I can't believe I just told you that." Arastoo just smiled, put the pan down and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind.
"I think it's sexy that you care so much for family," he said and kissed her cheek.
"Oohoho," she laughed out loud, "just my mother. Don't get me started on the rest."
"Tell me about them," he asked, placed another kiss on her cheek and then went back cooking.
"Can't we talk about something else? Did you hear me talking about the medium at the lab?" she tried to distract him and handed him the oil, then a knife.
"You're not in contact with your family?" he didn't let it go.
"I wish that was true," she sighed and started to unpack the bags of groceries he had brought.
"You don't mean that," he knew and told her so with a smile. She froze for a second and wondered when he had learned to read her so well.
"No, I don't… at least not always. But they are… exhausting," she admitted. "What do you want me to do?" she asked then and pointed to the groceries.
"Just start cutting the vegetables," he shrugged. "And just how many are there in your family?" he smiled, signaling that he wasn't dropping the topic.
"There's my father, my brother Jackson and my sisters Felicia and Lila. And then there are about twelve uncles and aunts and too many cousins to count," Cam let him know. "And everybody is constantly in each other's business."
"So a completely normal family," Arastoo nodded.
"You're only saying that because you don't know them. Normal has nothing to do with my family."
"I have only one brother, but my mother and father both have large families," he let her know.
"Your brother also here in the US?" she asked and handed him the first few vegetables which he put in the pan together with some oil.
"No, he is still in Iran," he said." Your brothers and sisters are older or younger?"
"Lila is the eldest, then comes Jackson, then me and Felicia is the youngest," she replied. "And the craziest," she added quietly.
"You're close?"
"Not really. I'm kind of the odd one out. The others are pretty close though. I mean, they are always trying to pull me in, but it just drives me crazy to be around them for more than a few minutes."
"Could you pass me the garlic please," he asked her.
"Sure, here. You're close with your folks?" she wanted to know.
"With my brother, yes. Not so much with my parents. We had some rough times when I was younger," he admitted. "So now we just have to add the chicken and then wait," Arastoo finally said, put the chicken in the pan and covered it. "We'll cook the rice later once the chicken is done."
"Huh, that was easy," Cam said surprised. "You want to drink something? I have some great red wine here." Cam walked up to him while she spoke and wrapped her arms around his waist.
"Just some water is fine. No alcohol for me, remember?" he smiled and pulled her closer still.
"Sorry, I forgot. It's just... I haven't seen you praying in a while," she said and wrinkled her forehead. It hadn't occurred to her before, but it was true. Beside his accent which had been fake- his regular praying had been a huge issue when he had started working at the Jeffersonian. However since he had let the accent slip she hadn't seen him pray again.
"I adjusted my prayer times slightly so I wouldn't have to run off all the time. Is that a problem?" he asked.
"What you praying? Why would it be?" she was confused.
"No, I mean that I am devout. That hasn't changed, Cam," he informed her and looked scared for second.
"It's not a problem but now that you brought it up…"
"Actually you brought it up," he corrected her with a smile.
"Ok, I brought it up, but… will there be any… consequences for us because of your belief?" she asked very hesitantly because she wasn't sure how to say it.
"Like?" he didn't get what she was trying to say.
"Like, uhm…" she stuttered and blushed, "That we can't... I mean was that why you didn't come up the other night?" she tried getting her point across without spelling it out.
"You think I didn't sleep with you the other night because of my religious belief," he spelled it out and didn't even blush in the slightest.
"No," she hurried to say, but the crumbled under his look. "Yes," she admitted.
"My religion had nothing to do with it," he smiled. "I didn't lie to you when I said that this here between us is very important to me and I don't want to hurry anything," he insisted. He leaned down to her then and whispered the next words right into her ear. "I'm no virgin and I really want to make love to you… when the time is right." Before she could respond to it or get over feeling his confession had evoked in her he pressed his lips to hers and kissed her in a way that left very little doubt that he wasn't a virgin and that he wanted her very much.
Later that night after dinner they were lying on her couch making out like teens. It had started with the cup of coffee she had offered once again and some kisses that got more and more passionate. The first few buttons on his shirt were already open while hers was pushed up and their hands were roaming. Hey both groaned out loud when her phone rang.
"I have to get this. It could be Michelle," she said apologetically and softly pushed him off of her so she could get up. "Saroyan", she answered the phone then slightly breathless. "Seeley," she sighed when she heard who it was. He sat back down on the couch and leaned into Arastoo. "Right now? Is that necessary?" she asked and Arastoo already knew that she had to leave because of a case. "Ok, fine. Text me the address," she finally agreed to go wherever they needed her. Cam ended the call and then turned to Arastoo. "I'm so sorry but they found a body and," he interrupted her knowing what she would say.
"and you have to go, I know that."
"You aren't mad?" she wondered.
"Why would I be mad? It's your job," he shrugged.
"Thank you," she smiled and kissed him softly. "I'm really sorry our evening ends like this."
"I hope there'll be a next time," he was still not upset and just kissed her again. "You want me to clean up the kitchen?" he asked.
"I'm afraid I don't have time for that. I really have to leave," she let her forehead rest against his chest for a second.
"Ok, then I leave now and you text me when you get to the scene otherwise I'll worry," he decided and got up but kept her in his arms.
"Ok, I can do that," she gave him a small smile. "I'm really.." she started but was stopped by his lips on hers.
"I know. Me too. Drive save," Arastoo said and together they walked to her door. Cam grabbed her bag and keys on the way out.
"Good night," she said once they reached her car and he held the door open for her.
"Don't forget to text me! Dooset daram," he replied and kissed her languidly once more before they both drove off and dreamed of the next date.
TBC
