A/N: Okay, so it's a day late, I'm sorry. But, I hope you like it just the same.
'On the third day of Bonesmas, my writer friend gave to me: three gossiping mamas'
Over lunch one Tuesday, Cam decides to ditch her boys and meet her friends for food. They hadn't seen each other as much since she had started her sabbatical, and honestly, she missed them. Arriving at the diner, she finds Angela and Brennan at their regular window table. She sits after exchanging hugs and hellos with the two and gives her order to the waiting server.
"You look amazing," she tells Angela, watching the artist blush and smile.
"Thank you," Angela laughs, a hand going to her stomach.
"And how is Christine doing? Booth told her she lost her school's spelling bee," cam asks, turning to Brennan.
"Well she lost to a student four years older than her, and her attitude towards losing was less than ideal," Brennan says.
"Well yeah; I would be upset losing to a sixth grader too," Cam agrees.
"I understood her sadness, but I explained that she would just have to try again the following term."
"Yeah, but, sweetie: you have to give her props. I mean a second grader going up against a sixth grader? That not only takes skill but a lot of guts," Angela says, proud of her niece.
"Oh, I am very proud of her," Brennan says, "but I don't want that to stop her from practicing and improving."
"Trust me," Cam interjects, "if she's anything like Seeley, losing like this will only drive her to be better even more. Don't be surprised if by this time next year you're living with a walking dictionary."
They all laugh at that, and silence falls over the group as their food arrives and they spend more time eating than talking.
"So, how are the boys? Are they setting in okay?" Angeal asks Can once a sufficient amount of food had been eaten.
"Oh, they are so great," Cam gushes. "They were settled in after two days. I think just the stability of a real home helped them so much. Tyler loves having his own room. But I've caught him curled in bed with his brothers a few nights."
"Aw, that's sweet. Sometimes brothers just need each other," Angela says. "Oh, and Michael Vincent still wants Jordan to do soccer with him in the fall." Living in the same neighborhood as Cam and her family, Michael Vincent had grown close to the youngest Vaziri boy and was determined to get him onto his club soccer team.
"Well with all the practicing those two have been doing lately, I'd be surprised if he didn't," Cam says. She pauses, thinking through her next sentence over another bite. "If I asked you to do something for me, could you keep it a secret?"
"Depends. What are you asking me to do?" Angela questions, knowing for past experiences that that phrase could go many different directions; some possible illegal.
"Cam, you're not asking Angela to investigate someone for you again, are you?" Brennan asks, picking up on the subtext of her friend's question.
"Cam," Angela gasps apaled. "No way. Remember what happened last time?"
"I know," Cam says, covering her face, disgusted in herself for even suggesting it. "But I don't want to know everything, just that he's being safe."
"Who? Arastoo?" Angela asks.
"No, Jordan. He's been going to The Y a lot lately with kids he's met and I don't know what they're doing, and I just need to know he's okay."
"You know you can do that on your phone, right?"
"Oh, I know. I just don't want him to know I'm snooping. I know how easy I can lose his trust and respect, and I don't want to jeopardize it."
"Alright," Angela reluctantly agrees. "But if he finds out about this, you don't know me."