I had this on my computer for a while, thinking I would add more to it, but I decided what the hey, I haven't posted a thing in so long, I should just push my insecurities aside and post the damn thing. So I hope you people who have been waiting for another chappie enjoy this.

Disclaimer: Dude, I ain't Hart Hansen!

Zach was walking in the Jeffersonian parking lot behind Jack. He was planning on going home with him, until a hand reached out and grabbed his, pulling him behind a red pick up truck.

He had been confused, but when he saw Dr. Saroyan smiling up at him, he smiled back.

"Wanna go get dinner?" she asked him. He nodded.

She pulled him by the hand and they jumped into her car and sped off before Jack even turned around and realized Zach was missing.

.oO00Oo.

"Where do you wanna eat?" Cam asked. She looked at Zach as she drove, and bit her lip at how cute he looked with the wind ruffling his hair, the sun on his face and his shoulders slumped. He looked about ready to sleep. She felt the same way; it had been a long day.

"I don't know," he mumbled, "Maybe we can go there," he pointed to a drive through.

"Excellent choice, Dr. Addy!"

"Even though the food is very high in fat, not very nutritious and..."

"Okay, stop or I'll throw you out of this car," said Cam with not much teeth in her threat. She swung into the drive through.

When they reached Cam's house, fighting already for the fries, they got out and trudged into the living room, flopped on the couch and stared into space.

"Soooo tired," Cam shifted and put her head on Zach's shoulder, "I wish I could hire somebody to do everything for me."

"Like a maid?" Zach asked.

"Naw. I'm too lazy to take off my shoes," she smiled, "and take these stupid pins out of my hair."

Her eyes were closed, so when she felt the slight pressure of Zach's hands in her hair, she started, "Hey!"

"I can help you," Zach told her, feeling for a pin and pulling it out. Her bun became looser as the pins came out.

"Wow. That feels great. Now the shoes," she smiled at him. He laid back in the couch and nudged her shoes off with the heel of his. She giggled.

"Why aren't you married?" she asked him, as he dug into the fast food bag and handed her her chicken sandwich.

"I really haven't been actively seeking a life partner. I find it's easier to date," Zach's answer came mumbled because his head was down in the paper bag.

Cam didn't understand why her heart did a somersault in her chest (or more correctly, why hormones rushed through her bloodstream) when he said that. Cam knew Zach dated. It never worked out, but at least he was showing his human side by trying. She dated too, didn't she? Occasionally, and she usually had a good time with her dates. So the constricting feeling in her chest was unfounded; she didn't know why it as there or what it meant, but she willed it away.

"You know, I really haven't been on a date in a while," she started, hating herself for doing this, "When's the last time you went out?"

He took a second to think, "January 29."

"Oh?" was the girl that special that he remembered the date? "Where did you take her?"

"The Baker's Tea House on the mall," Zach smiled, "Then to the Build-a-Bear Workshop."

Now Cam was confused, "Those are both kids' places." For some reason, the image of Zach and a cute girl at the little play store drinking tea popped into her had. For some reason the girl was stacked, bright-eyed and had curly platinum blonde hair.

"Nerissa is only six."

"Huh?"

"My little cousin Nerissa. She insisted that we carry her to the Tea House. Then she made a bear that she named 'Juniper'. But I heard she lost him last..."

He didn't get to finish as Cam put down her sandwich and lunged at him, placing her lips on his. As she kissed him, she realized that she didn't know why she was doing it. Putting that away, she just enjoyed the sensations of Zach responding to her, with his lips and his hands; his fingertips were trailing over her sides where he held her.

She pulled back and looked at him, and she wouldn't ever know how much her eyes seemed to sparkle, because Zach wouldn't ever tell her, "You're so stupid! I meant like a date date, you know, woman and man, candle light and violins..."

"Oh," all that filled Zach's mind was the Chinese restaurant days before when she leaned in and told him he was cute, "I can't remember."

"You can't?" her arms were around his neck now and her torso was partially pressed to his, "I don't believe you. You're just hiding it from me because you think I'm going to tease you with it."

"I really don't remember," he told her. The truth was he didn't want to remember.

"Alright," she settled back into the couch, still pressed right against him, and groped in the seat for the television remote, "Let's watch some tv."

.oO00Oo.

Hours later, they were still in the couch. Both of them had their heads tilted to one side. Discovery Channel had decided that animal mating rituals was to be their prime time programming for the night, and they were currently watching tree monkeys procreate.

"Well, that's just wrong," Cam mumbled.

"Reproduction is a natural instinct for animals..."

"Don't you dare lecture me," she pointed at him, "I know that, but why do they think we should watch this instead of the news?"

"It is educational," Zach commented.

"Uh, nope," Cam grabbed the remote, flipped through the channels, "Scary movie?"

"The genre, or the movie franchise?" he asked.

"Genre." she told him.

"I avoid them, because they tend to give me insomnia."

She held back a nasty laugh, "Really?"

"I haven't watched one since the ninth grade."

"Thou kiddest."

"I doth not kid...I'm not kidding."

"Well," she turned up the volume on the television a little, "You're gonna watch one today. Oh come on," she smiled at the apprehension on his face, "If you get scared, you can hold on to me."

She had meant it as a joke, but she saw his eyebrow inch upwards.

"Settle back," she instructed, resting her head on his shoulder as he sat back in the couch, "And just enjoy the blood slime and gore."

The movie started, and at first it was quite normal. it even had a few comedic lines that had them both laughing. However after a while, the movie turned dark and even Cam started to get scared. Zach sat beside her, wide eyed as she cringed into his shirt.

"No, Reina, don't go in there!" she shouted when the protagonist was about to enter the house where the Slasher was waiting.

"The blood spatter on the wall is wrong," said Zach watching the movie avidly, "That splatter pattern is not consistent with a pickaxe or sword, both of which the Slasher used to kill June. It is more consistent with someone splashing paint on a wall from a can." Zach said above Reina's screams.

"Yep, you're weird," Cam deadpanned, her eyes averted from Reina running for her life from the Slasher. He turned in the couch to face her.

"But it's true. Photo-analysis is very important in forensic anthropology, and I have to study..."

"I know," Cam sighed, "They killed her yet?"

"No. She's still running. Cam, don't be scared. It is all fictitious."

She looked up at him, "I know."

"Then why are you afraid?" he asked.

She narrowed her eyes at him, "Well, I recall just an hour ago you were scared."

"But I got over it, by telling myself that the projected images are enhanced and altered in order to make them seem scary. I may probably have insomnia, but I will know that the images that are keeping me awake have been constructed by my imagination."

Cam's mouth quirked up, "Is that your way of telling me everything gonna be alright?"

Zach brows came together, "They will."

She reached up and kissed him. And it lingered, both of them unwilling to break the tiny connection. But finally they did.

"Zach?"

"Yes?"

"What are we doing?" she whispered.

"We're watching a movie. It's the sequel to Slasher II. The name is Slasher III: The Final Bloodletting."

Leave it to Zach to take her literally, "You're right," she turned to the screen, "Let the bloodletting ensue."

.oO00Oo.

Cam woke up what felt like a good while later. The television was still on, but the movie was long over. She didn't remember her it had ended.

She stretched a little and felt her wrist bump something. Looking, she saw that Zach was fast asleep beside her. Her mouth quirked a little as she watched him sleep. He was so cute.

He shivered a little, shifted and pulled her closer. Cam guessed he was probably a bit cold.

Waiting till he had settled back down, she got up and went towards her linen closet, pulling down a blanket. She went back to the living room and put it over him, then went back to her room to get ready for bed.

A little later, when she was in her green and yellow shorts and finished brushing her teeth, she headed to her room. But as soon as she fell back, she got up. Walking towards her living room, she sat on the couch. After a minute of debating with herself, she laid back and settled in beside Zach, throwing the blanket over herself. His hands circled around her waist and he pulled her to him again.

.oO00Oo.

It was Saturday morning, and Zach walked into the kitchen at Jack's kitchen. There was no reason for Jack to know that he had only come home an hour before, so Zach just sat beside him and grabbed the plate laden with french toast.

"Dude, you move fast."

"What do you mean?" Zach asked Hodgins.

"Yesterday. One minute you were right behind me, and by the time I look again, you've disappeared. Where did you go?"

"With Doctor...Munchausen," Zach lied.

Jack narrowed his eyes in confusion, "Who?"

"He's an engineer," Zach said, knowing that would end the questions. Jack didn't know the people who helped him with his engineering thesis.

"Oh," Jack took more toast, "You could have shouted out you were leaving man. It made me think someone had abducted you."

She did, but I wanted her to, "He was very insistent. I had no time to say anything."

"Whatever. You left your phone," Jack handed over the device, "I couldn't call you."

"I didn't miss it," said Zach.

"So," Jack slapped him on the back, "I was thinking..."

"Sorry," Zach cut him off, "I'm going somewhere today."

"Where?" Jack asked, sounding like he was waiting for a truly lame excuse.

"Betty's dentist is coming and she's afraid of him. I have to go because she told me that she could have a panic attack."

"Oh. That sounds important," Jack admitted.

"Well," Zach took up some toast and took it with him as he got up, "Bye."

"This early?" said Zach.

"She is going to need a pep talk." Zach threw over her shoulder.

As Zach went down the steps he acknowledged that watching the special on agoraphobia that had come on Discovery Health had come in quite handy.

.oO00Oo.

Was it weird that Zach had just left four hours ago, and was already on his way back? Cam refused to see it that way.

Was it weird that he slept on her couch all night, and she had slept on the couch with him? She dismissed that entirely.

When she woke up, she noted the distinct lack of weirdness that she felt. He didn't feel it either, apparently, because he gave her a big smile when she came into the living room as he woke up and handed a cup of coffee. They sat on the couch they had slept on, watched cartoons, when Zach suddenly said that he had to go home; Jack would definitely know something was up if he didn't come into the mansion's kitchen for Saturday morning breakfast, which they always ate together. He let her ruffle his hair, kiss him on the lips and hit him up for IHOP waffles before he left.

Now she had dressed in shorts and brushed the knots that had formed in her hair caused by sleeping on it. She caught her hair in pigtails, but planned to pull them out before Zach came back. She was just a little too old for pigtails.

But between tidying up and watching a Clean House marathon on Style, she forgot about the state of her hair till after she had yanked the door open.

"Hey Zach," Cam said as she opened the door. She ran a hand over her hair, kind of self conscious that he caught her with her hair in such a puerile hairstyle, "Did you bring the waffles?"

"I did," he held up the bag so she could see. She took it from him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Thanks. I don't know, all of a sudden this morning I felt for waffles. But, no waffle iron, no waffles."

"I like your hair," Zach said as he walked in, curling one of Cam's pigtails around his finger, and smiling when she rolled her eyes, "I'm serious."

Her cheeks got hot as he smiled at her.

"Come on. Let's go eat and play... what do you wanna play?"

He took a moment to think, "Monopoly."

"Hah! Zach Addy, you have officially chosen the wrong game to play against me! I annihilate at Monopoly!"

"Okay," Zach grinned, following her towards the kitchen, "That means the match will be evenly contested, unlike Scrabble, which I'm clearly better at."

Cam looked over her shoulder at him, "Oooh, catty."

"One day we'll play a game where the outcome is completely dependent on probability."

"I'd win. You'll cave under the pressure of not being able to predict the outcome." she teased.

Zach frowned, "I am able to enjoy a game in which I cannot predict the outcome."

"I'll have to see that for myself!" Cam laughed.

Zach had his game face on, "We can play Snakes and Ladders."

"I don't have it, but I'm buying it next week." she poked him in the chest, "Just so I can see that cute cocky smile wiped off your face."

He stepped closer and brushed his lips lightly over hers. Her heartbeat tripled as he kissed her; her eyes fluttered closed.

When he stepped back and broke the contact, she thought it was way too soon.

"You always kiss me," he told her, "I thought I could kiss you instead."

"Oh," she smiled and nodded, realizing this added a new dimension to their relationship.

"Come on," she took his hand, "the waffles are getting cold."

.oO00Oo.

Zach wasn't sure he knew what exactly was happening. He knew that he liked Cam's company. He knew that he liked hanging out at her house, playing Scrabble and eating junk food. He realized she was nice to talk to. But it wasn't what perplexed him. He couldn't explain what the felling was that he had attached to being with her was. It felt great, and a bit weird at the same time. But he pushed the feelings aside, deciding to focus on the fun they were having instead.

"Zach!"

"What?" he looked at Hodgins, who had called his name.

"Man, where did you go?"

"I didn't move from my seat," Zach told him.

"You were thinking about that girlfriend of yours, huh?" Hodgins smiled, "This girl had better be exceptional, Zach, because, I can't see why you'd want to go out with somebody who doesn't want to meet your friends."

"She has a phobia," Zach lied.

"Yeah, I know. She sounds very high-maintenance. What do you see in her anyway?"

"I just like her," Zach caught Cam walking up to them, smiling, "I like her a lot."

"Hey," Cam smiled down at them, "Have you guys been making any progress?"

"Guess," Hodgins shrugged, "The differences between the beetles found by the first body and the ones in the field where we found the second body are minuscule. We may have found this guy's dumping ground.

"Great," she looked over at Zach as she leaned on the desk, "You okay?"

He nodded, eyes trailing down her dress.

"Did you watch the special on Animal Planet last night about pandas?" Cam asked.

Knowing she knew full well that he had watched it, since he watched it at her house, he nodded anyway, "Yes I did."

"I love pandas," Cam declared. Zach's mind was wandering, to the way her ponytail had spilled over his thigh when she lay on her couch and put her head in his lap.

"I saw you as more of a tiger person," Hodgins teased, "You know, big pouncing cat who can rip your face off."

"I'm going to ignore that, because if I don't, I'll want to hurt you," Cam ruffled hiis hair, and he pretended to be annoyed. Zach's eyes narrowed, "I'm going back to my office. Got stuff to type." she got up and walked off.

"She's in a good mood," Jack commented, "What do you think's gotten into her?"

Zach shrugged, though he was sure he had an idea.

.oO00Oo.

Cam walked into the small rom with the examination room and saw Zach studying the bones of the secretary closely. Usually it would occur to her to ask if he had any new theories on the circumstances of her death, if he could ascertain any anomalies, or if he had found any evidence that had been previously overlooked.

She thought about all those things, but not before observing the way his hair looked, all soft and begging to be ruffled and the cute little concentration face he had on first.

She also thought about just walking to him and pressing her lips to his.

"Hi," he smiled distractedly when he noticed her standing there.

"Hi," she replied. She loved that smile. It unconsciously made her smile more, "What are you doing?"

"Reexamining the injuries. Dr. Brennan made a valid point when she said the injuries from the lie detector test seem to be delayed...you're staring at me."

"Sorry," she shook her head a little, "Didn't mean to." she walked over to the illuminated examination table, standing by his side and peering at the bones like she knew what the hell they were saying to him, "Look at that fracture."

"Caused by the blow to her back with the typewrite."

"Yeah. But it looks a little jagged in it's break, like a flatter part of the typewriter was used...now you're staring at me."

The line in his forehead presented itself, "You don't usually touch Hodgins' hair."

She looked at him, puzzled, "I'm sorry? What are you talking about?"

"You don't usually ruffle Hodgins' hair the way you do mine. Not until today."

She remembered, "Oh. Is that what you...? I'm sure I've done that before. What does it matter anyway?"

"It doesn't matter," Zach shrugged, "I was simply making an observation. You modified your behaviour unexpectedly, and I decided to point it out to you."

"You sound weird," Cam narrowed her eyes at him, one hand going to her hip, then her eyes lit up, "Oh my. Zach, are you jealous?"

"His eyes went wide like a deer in highlights, "No! I have no reason to..."

"You're jealous of Hodgins because I touched his hair, and you thought that was only between me and you. Aw, Zach, that's low."

"I'm not jealous of Hodgins, Cam!" he said it with aggression, so Cam knew he was lying.

"You are, don't deny it," she crossed her arms, "What do you want me to do, never touch Hodgins again?"

"It would be inconsiderate of me to ask you to do that," Zack's hands were in his pockets, his stance tense.

"But you'd like to."

"I wouldn't!"

"Tell the truth. Why did you bring it up?"

"I made an observation. You modified your behaviour. First with me, then you extended it to Hodgins and I just wondered what the gesture meant, because I may have misinterpreted it... I thought it meant something..."

Her tummy did a flip; was he just the cutest or what? "Admit it, Zach. You were, however briefly, jealous of Hodgins."

His eyes darkened a little, "Maybe."

"Aw come on, you were."

"You will not get me to admit that to you," Zach turned back to the bones on the table.

"Can I just tell you that it meant nothing?" Cam stepped closer, "I hardly even touched him. I just went like this," Cam ran her fingers a little through Zach's hair, catching his attention. She turned his face to hers, "You don't have to worry about my behaviour modification. I won't touch Hodgins never ever again."

His brow went up, "Really?"

She smiled and said, "I knew you were jealous," just before they kissed.

She had put her arms around his neck, and when they pulled their lips apart, she pulled him into a hug, "Scrabble, tonight?"

She felt him nod, "Of course."