A/N: S.s.L.! (Sorry so Late!)I just didn't have inspiration

Disclaimer: If you think I own these characters, you're right. As long as you think that in your dreams.('Cause otherwise you're delusional.)

Chapter Nine

Booth followed Brennan to her office where he closed the door behind them He looked over at her mummy, where she was currently poking the glass, trying to dislodge the spider that lived in the upper left corner of the case.

"Bones, are you okay?" Booth asked her cautiously.

She giggled, hopped over to him, and hugged him. "Uh-huh!"

Cam knocked on the office door gently and came inside, smiling at the sight of a loopy Brennan hugging Booth.

Booth looked imploringly at her. "Don't you have anything that would counteract the effects?"

"Yes, but it would react badly with the medicine and probably kill her." Cam responded, still smiling, as Brennan had moved from hugging him to skipping around him in circles, not an easy feat with a couch and coffee table in the way.

Booth blanched. "Okay, so how about we call that plan B."

Cam smiled and continued with the reason she had come here. "We're deciding the sleeping arrangements, so if you don't want to be stuck with Dr. Brennan and have to endure Angela's teasing and innuendos in the morning, I suggest you get to the platform."

Booth was out of the door before she had even finished her sentence. Cam followed at a more sedate pace, and after having it explained to her, Brennan followed skipping again and muttering "Follow, follow, follow, follow..." under her breath.

Up in the AC duct, Buffy smiled.


"I think the guys should be together in my office, and the girls can be together in Brennan's office." Angela said as soon as they were all assembled at the platform.

"I find those arrangements acceptable." Zack said.

With sleeping arrangements out of the way, they sat around talking. Well, most of them were having a conversation, Zack and Cam were stuck explaining at naming things in the lab to Brennan, who was asking after them like a curious child, which, she was, in effect.


In the air duct above the platform, Buffy shifted her feet. Crouching in a small air duct was not helping her feet not hurt. As she moved, it creaked. She head the conversation stop below her. having had enough experience with buildings, she knew this duct as going to break. She pressed the button on her walkie-talkie and radioed Spike.

"Spike, get your ass in here! There's been a change of plan." she whispered.

"And what would that be, luv?" he asked.

"These vents are old and break- Ahhhhhh!" she started to say as she was cut off by her scream as she fell. She looked up to see them staring at her surprised and gulped.

"Um, hi?"

A/N: Haha! cliffy! Sorry it's short, it seemed like the write place to stop. (Pun totally intended!:))