A/N: Not much to say. Hope you like. Thanks Goldie, for beta-ing!
Seeley watched as Tempe walked around the small room. She stopped at the bookshelf and ran a finger down the spine of a few of the books. He smiled when he heard her mumble to herself. Temperance Brennan wasn't what he normally found attractive, but he couldn't deny that she was pretty. The fact that he was two years older then her didn't bother him in the least, what did was that she was a geek. Even though his grades were all 'A's, the fact that he played baseball and football kept people from calling him anything but jock. Not that being a geek was all bad, and she was definitely the cutest geek he had ever known. That, and she kept him on his toes. She fought back with him, when most girls would just smile and bat their eyelashes. He had had his fair share of girlfriends, but no girl had ever challenged his mind. Seeley found that he liked that. His thoughts were interrupted when a side door opened and a young woman stepped through. She was tall, with blonde hair and a million dollar smile.
"Jill Geddings?" Seeley asked, stepping forward.
"That's right, and you are?"
"I'm Camp FBI Agent Seeley Booth and this is my partner, Temperance Brennan," he said, indicating Tempe who had come to stand beside him.
"Agent Booth, Miss Brennan. What can I do for you?"
"Well, Ms. Geddings, we're here about the missing diamond."
"Oh, I heard about that. Horrible. I can't believe somebody was able to break into the museum and take it."
"Have you heard anything other than the fact it's missing?" Jill took a seat on one of the three off-white leather chairs.
"Please, sit." Seeley gave a slight nod to Tempe, and they both took a seat on the matching loveseat, their thighs barely touching. "I have heard that somebody here in camp may have it," she informed them.
"And do you know who that may be?" Jill shook her head no.
"I'm afraid not. But you may want to talk to Rich Campell. He's big into jewels and such. He may know. I heard that diamond is worth millions."
"Thank you, Ms. Geddings," Seeley said, standing. Tempe took his cue, and stood as well. When they reached the door, Seeley turned back. "How's your mother?"
"Oh, she's doing fine, Agent Booth. Been on a cruise for two weeks." Seeley nodded, and he and Tempe left.
"What was that question for?" Tempe asked as they left the cabin.
"Just wanted to judge her reaction to her mother. I don't think she has it. If she did, I would except a little worry in her voice when I asked about her mother."
"She could just be a good liar."
"Maybe…maybe not. Let's go talk to this Campell guy before meeting up with Angela and Hodgins.
"That's right, Rose Smith," Angela said. She and Hodgins stood talking with a short girl slightly on the plump side, name Betty Morehouse.
"Yeah, I know Rose. She makes a little extra money washing clothes."
"And how many people pay her for that?" Betty shrugged.
"I don't know. Although she claims to do laundry for one of the workers here at camp." Angela and Hodgins thanked Betty and walked away.
"So I guess Seeley could be right," Angela said.
"Who would want to spend their time at camp washing other people's clothes?"
"I don't know. Maybe she needs the money."
"Or maybe she's just not all there." Angela gave him a warning look.
"Just because somebody washes clothes doesn't mean she's crazy."
"I didn't say that," Hodgins defended. "But the fact that she comes to camp and does it, makes me wonder."
"Okay, I see your point."
"Do not," Seeley said.
"Do too," Tempe answered.
"Do not." The pair moved between cabins and drew a few stares by their childish argument.
"Do too." Seeley gave a frustrated growl.
"What makes you think that?"
"I see how you look at her," Tempe said, glancing over at him. "You're not the only person who can read people."
"Hate to tell you this, Temperance, but you get an 'F' for body language."
"Admit it, Seeley, you think she's cute."
"I do not," he argued. "So quit saying it." Tempe stopped and crossed her arms.
"Do too." Seeley also stopped and turned to face her.
"I do not think that Ms. Martin is cute, fine, pretty, or any other word you've used."
"I saw you checking her out last night at supper. When Ange and I were in line, I saw you looking at her."
"And how do you know where I was looking?" he countered. Suddenly fighting the heat from his cheeks. Yes, he was looking Ms. Martin's direction, but he wasn't checking her out. He was checking out Tempe, who was standing right behind her.
"Well…I…I happened to look in your direction when Angela and I were talking."
"Uh-huh," he said, crossing his arms to mirror her stance. "Or maybe you were checking me out."
"I was not!"
"Was too." Tempe dropped her arms and stomped off.
"We have people to talk to," she called. "And I was not!"
"Was too," Seeley teased, catching up to her.
"Was not."
"Was too." The argument went on until they were outside of Rich Campell's office. He was one of the camps nature guides, and lucky for Seeley and Tempe, he was on his break. Seeley walked up the steps and knocked on the door. He glanced back over his shoulder at Tempe and then back at the door. He knocked again, and this time the door swung open.
"Yeah, can I help ya?" a short man with gray hair asked.
"Rich Campell?" Seeley asked.
"Yeah, who wants to know?"
"I'm Camp FBI Agent Seeley Booth," he said, holding out his badge. "And this is my partner, Temperance Brennan. We'd like to ask you a few questions about the missing diamond." Campell looked Seeley up and down, before stepping aside and allowing him and Tempe to enter.
"Don't know what I can do for ya," the old man said.
"Have you heard anything about the diamond?" Seeley asked.
"Can't say that I have."
"Do you know Jill Geddings?"
"Of course I do," Campell said. "We work at the same camp."
"Have you heard anything about Ms. Geddings?"
"I don't know what ya mean 'heard'," Campell said. "She's the nicest young lady ya ever want to meet."
"Have you seen anything unusual while out on the trail?" Seeley asked. The old man moved over to the kitchen counter and picked up a soda. He took a drink before answering.
"Now that ya mention it," he began. "I did see this guy up at Jumpin' Dog Point a few days ago."
"And he stands out why?" Campell took another drink.
"Well, he seemed a little surprised to see me and the group. He was friendly enough, I suppose, but there was just something not right about him."
"Thank you, Mr. Campell," Seeley said, and he and Tempe left.
"Let me guess," Tempe said as they walked away from the cabin. "I feel a trip up to Jumpin' Dog Point in our near future." Seeley smiled over at her.
"Very good, Ms. Brennan." Tempe returned the smile.
I swear...a little teenage romance to come.
TBC...