This is my first ever fanfic, so please go easy. Heck, it's my first piece of writing that's not for school, period. Don't go too easy, though. I dunno, do what you want! I will be adding more soon!
Disclaimer: I do not own Bones, or any other fictional characters mentioned throughout the story.
A/N: Thanks for all the awesome reviews, guys! They make me feel so good, and inspired to keep on going. The juicy parts are coming!
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Zach sat staring at the card Wyatt had given him at the diner. He didn't think he needed therapy. Why call, then? To have some sort of friendly chat?
Despite himself, Zach picked up the phone and dialed the number on the card.
"Good afternoon, Dr. Wyatt speaking."
"Uh, hi Doctor, It's Dr. Addy. Uh, you can call me Zach. Everyone else does."
"Ah, yes, from the Jeffersonian. How may I be of your assistance?" asked Wyatt.
Zach didn't really know the answer to the question he had just been asked. "Uh, well, you have me your card…."
"So you wish to schedule and appointment, then? Well my boy, if you're up to it, I can meet you at the Jeffersonian's cafeteria in about an hour. Sounds good, does it?" said Wyatt.
"Uh, yeah. I'll see you then, then," choked a surprised Zach as he hung up the phone.
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Exactly one hour later, Zach and Gordon were sitting having a discussion in the cafeteria.
"So," Gordon began. "Why is it you wish to speak to me?" he asked.
"I don't know," stated Zach. I consider myself very emotionally stable. I suppose I figured you wanted me to call you, you gave me your card," he pointed out.
"Yes, yes. I have no objection to starting the conversation myself. With a question."
"Okay…" Zach sounded skeptical.
"Why is it that when you're around agent Booth, you give the impression of being very quiet and timid, when in fact it doesn't seem to me that it is your true personality. It's as if you're sort of… cowering in his dominant presence."
Zach didn't know where this was leading. He responded by choosing his words carefully. "Well, Booth is a very respectable man. I sort of look up to him," he pointed out. "Plus we have this silent bond thing going on…" he added half to himself.
"Well Dr. Addy, if he respected you back, it wouldn't seem as much like he constantly bullies you around, now, would it?
"No… I supposed not," considered Zach.
"Then why, pray tell, do you allow his pushy demeanor and attitude towards you to continue, hmm?"
Zach offered no coherent response.
Gordon got up to leave.
"Well, Dr. Addy…''
"Call me Zach."
"I know we've not met long, but I've got another appointment. I suggest you reflect on your relationship with agent Booth, and get back to me."
With that Wyatt walked towards the elevator, leaving Zach alone at his table in the cafeteria, surprised at the short length of their meeting and the abruptness of Wyatt's departure.
Wyatt had someone else he needed to meet.
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Wyatt knocked on the door to Cam's office. She opened it and they said a friendly hello to each other.
"So, Dr. Saroyan. I must say you are the last person I expected would put that phone number on my card to use, at least right away. What was it you wished to talk to me about?"
"More like ask your opinion on something," corrected Cam, fiddling with her pointed tail.
"Do go on then," encouraged Wyatt.
"Well…" Cam hesitated. "DoyouthinkDr.Brennanlikesme?"
She hadn't meant it to come out so rushed and immature sounding. Cam looked up at Wyatt to find him regarding her with raised eyebrows.
"It's just that I'm not used to working with someone so closely when I really don't even know where I stand with them or what their opinion is of me."
Wyatt now furrowed his brows. "But Dr. Saroyan, truly you don't think I know what's going on in Dr. Brennan's mind?"
"Well, no…" was Cam's reply.
"Well what makes you think she had reason to hold anything against you in the first place?" demanded Wyatt?
"It could be me being picked for this job instead of her. Oh, or… I guess… it could be me and Booth's relationship…"
"Yes, what about it?" asked Wyatt.
"Well, Booth and me used to date, but, uhh, we decided that we shouldn't mix work and play…" she trailed off.
"Ah, so you're afraid that Dr. Brennan is holding a grudge against you because she's jealous of what you and Booth had? Well I must say that Dr. Brennan doesn't seem to me like the jealous type."
"Yes, me neither," Cam agreed. "But I just can't tell with her."
"Here's my opinion," Wyatt surmised. "You and Doctor Brennan need to have you own little chat. Simply talk to her a bit. You shall see that with a little coaxing you may be able to get her true feelings to emerge."
"Yes, I supposed you're right," agreed Cam.
"Ah, well make sure you arrange to talk to her, then. Call and set up another schedule with me whenever you're ready, Dr. Saroyan."
Having been at the Jeffersonian for a shorter amount of time than he had anticipated, Wyatt decided to pay a little visit to a certain bug and slime specialist before leaving the premises.
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Hodgins was bent over a microscope having just recently returned from his rendezvous with Angela when Wyatt quietly approached him.
Hodgins didn't seem to notice him, so Wyatt cleared him throat, perhaps a little more noisily than necessary, causing Hodgins to jump and spun around.
"Dude! You can't just sneak up on a guy like that when he's closely studying a sample of formica from a bone scraping of a limbo case!" pointed out Hodgins.
"Did I give you a fright? Surely it wasn't my intention, Dr. Hodgins. Do you have a moment to spare?" asked Wyatt.
Hodgins, not being a fan of psychiatry or Wyatt, agreed, but reluctantly.
"Fine. But only a minute, I have work to finish, ya know."
"Yes, yes of course. I'll be brief. Let me get on with it then," started Wyatt.
He leaned against a nearby empty autopsy table and Hodgins plopped down into a chair, waiting. He really hated this guy.
"Dr, Hodgins," began Wyatt. "I've come to the conclusion that you don't think highly of me. I would like to inquire as to why that is "
"Are you serious, man? You really don't know?"
Wyatt shrugged.
"Dude. You told the love of my life not to move in with me. You prolonged the advancement of our relationship. AND I just dint like therapy in general. It seems that Dr. Brennan had influenced me somewhat dealing with that subject," snapped Hodgins.
"Ah, I see. Well Dr. Hodgins, I'm sorry you felt hat way. I feel, though, that I must inform you that I did tell your Miss Montenegro I wasn't to be treated as some sort of psychic consultant. She didn't have to listen to me. She acted on her own accord."
Hodgins wasn't convinced. "Hey, Doc, even if that was the truth, you still pushed her in the general direction."
The two sat looking at each other. Hodgins finally ushered Wyatt out of his work area.
"I have to get back to work," he said.
"As do I, Dr. Hodgins. As do I. Ta for now, then."
Hodgins went back to his microscope. "Ta," he grumbled to himself. "Puh-LEASE."
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Meanwhile, Booth and Brennan were still doing paperwork. Granted, Booth hadn't been completely focused on the task at hand. Jeffersonian workers had been striding past for the last two hours in costume, carrying decorations, and talking excitedly.
"Hmmm," thought Booth aloud. "Must be for tonight's Halloween faculty costume party."
"Mmm," mumbled Brennan as she filled out yet another form on the case.
"Ya going, Bones?" Booth asked.
"No."
"Wh- Bones! Of course you are! I'm going for god's sake, and I don't even work here!"
"I have things to do, Booth," replied Brennan. "The limbo cases have been piling up and Zach can't handle them all on his own."
Though she acted as if she didn't care about the party, Brennan wanted nothing more that that moment then to dance to The Monster Mash with Tarzan here. It wasn't her first choice for Halloween music, but it was the only song she remembered dancing to on Halloween during her childhood.
Booth knew he could convince Brennan to take the night off if he used his most convincing charm smile. He flashed said smile her direction.
"C'mon, Bones! I'll be your escort. The party starts in less than an hour."
Brennan really did have a lot of work to do, and she knew she should be doing it. Putting it off wouldn't do any good in the long run. Despite these thoughts, that darn smile made her want to melt in his arms every time he flashed it. Oh well. She would take the night off, and come in early the next few days to catch up on the limbo cases.
The French maid then allowed herself to be led off of the platform by Tarzan, and they went to meet up with Batman, Robin, and the Devil in the lounge area before heading to the party.
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A/N: Next chapter: Halloween party! There will be drinks, dancing, and who knows… maybe even a little romance.
