"I'm bored," said Cam, entering Angela's office. Now that the cameras weren't on, both women were clad in professional layers, which nonetheless showed their attractive curves. After all, these were two attractive female characters with no self-image problems, who understood that a man could be as tantalized by the thought of what lay beneath the fabric as some more obvious show of skin.

"Tell me about it," Angela sighed. "Three more weeks of nothing to do? I have no faces to reconstruct, I've already improved the Angelator so much it will probably take the writers two seasons to catch up with me, and as far as I can tell, the paintings hanging on the walls here, while mine, were painted elsewhere. I wish I knew if I had a studio, I'd totally go there to paint."

Cam, who had seated herself on Angela's couch, wondered again at the raw deal she'd gotten on offices. Of course, she was the cold, steely pathologist, so they'd given her an office to match, but she was the boss, and she would like an office with a cushy couch like Brennan or Angela, and walls painted in attractive, soft colors. Though she could never figure out why Brennan's walls were pink. She just didn't seem like a pink type.

"Tell me about it," she sighed. "No fleshy bodies to cut up, no dessicated fingerprints to restore with fabric softener, no man-meat to seduce."

Angela thought about giving her a glare over the Grayson episode, but decided to let bygones be bygones. Rising from her computer, she crossed to the couch and sat down next to the petite, and yet strong-looking pathologist. Cam was very attractive, Angela thought. Those wide, almond shaped eyes, and the cafe au lait tint of her skin, that long, straight black hair, and those legs. She must use the stairmaster like nobody's business.

"I tried to get Jack to go out to lunch," she said, grumbling, "but he's too busy teaching those sea chimps nuclear physics."

Cam's eyebrow arched. "Already? He was only on trigonometry Sunday."

Angela nodded, confusedly. "They lurched past three more evolutionary steps on Tuesday night. As far as I can tell, right after the earth started spinning in the opposite direction for three hours. So, so, weird."

Cam just shook her head. "I saw Zack was in Wednesday, teaching them how to sing Handel's Messiah. They actually sound pretty good with Zack's countertenor."

Angela smiled. Off-episode, it was lovely to have Zack back around, being his usually awkward and lovable self. "He said that they would be ready for the Off-Episode Jeffersonian Gala at Christmas."

"Where's everyone else?" Cam asked.

"Well, I haven't seen Brennan since that post episode wrap, and God knows what Booth does in his spare time. They way the writers would have it, he has no social life outside the repartee and carmaraderie he gets here at the lab. It's too bad, really." Angela shook her head at the shame.

Cam nodded agreement. "Especially since Seeley probably has some hot friends I could hook up with. I mean, man-meat like that doesn't hang with the uglies."

Angela threw her head back, pealing with laughter. Cam admired the long, slim column of the artist's throat, and her slender and vibrant shoulders and chest as she arched in amusement. She wondered what it might be like to tangle her hands in Angela's curly brown hair with deep gold highlights, but then stifled the thought. That would be out of character, and she was the boss around here. Someone had to keep order while Booth and Brennan were out of the lab.

The lights flickered just then, and Angela's couch lurched, then started to levitate. The women, surprised, fell sideways into each other, Cam falling on top of the nearly prone Angela. Both woman inhaled at their proximity, their lips mere inches from the other. At this distance, Angela could smell Cam's perfume, some woodsy oriental that just screamed seduction. She licked her lips, and then spoke.

"You know, according to fansites, an old lesbian flame from my past comes back for an episode..."

Cam inhaled sharply, fighting the urge to lean forward and kiss Angela's soft, touchable lips. She closed her eyes. "No, we can't. It would be too out of character for me."

Angela's hand stroked the side of her face. "Look at me, Cam," she said, softly. When the pathologist opened her eyes, Angela could see they were already glazed with desire. "In fanfics, you and I often are portrayed in femslash stories. Would this be so different?"

Cam groaned, as the artist's deft fingers brushed against her lips. "But..." she panted, losing her battle against her desire, "in those fanfics it's always one or the other of us with Dr. Brennan. There's never been one with the two of us, much as I..."

Angela smirked. She knew that she'd won. "There's a first time for everything, Cam," she said, then lifted her head to kiss the pathologist, as her hand snaked into Cam's hair to pull her head down to hers. Breaking apart, she said, "And besides. God knows when our characters are going to get laid again, otherwise."

Cam laughed, and then licked her lips. "You have a point." She bent again to Angela's lips, giving in to the siren call of Saint OOC.

- - - - - - -

"Dude, that is hot," murmured Sweets, as he stood at the railing of the lounge, looking directly down into Angela's office. He had a clear view of the two women on Angela's levitating couch.

"I must but agree," said Vincent Nigel-Murray, as he watched both too-much-car-for-him women embrace, as Angela pushed Cam up to unbutton her professional and yet curve-enhancing suit jacket.

Sweets shook his head in chagrin. "Agent Booth promised eventually," he said to himself, then jolted in shock as he felt a hand trace its way up his arm.

A lilting English accent spoke in his ear. "They do call me Vino Delectable for a reason..."

Sweets took a step back, considering. The guy was attractive, but in the end, he just didn't swing that way. "I appreciate the offer, really, I do, but let's just watch 'til they finish and then go get a beer."

Vinny nodded his head in agreement. It was alright with him, really. It was just, well, the therapist didn't seem like too much car, and all knowledge was worth having. Oh well, he thought to himself. Maybe he'd get action on some other show when his actor next got a guest spot.