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FIRST PERSON POV!
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"What's up, Car?" Lance asked me two weeks later as I was getting off the elevator. I was looking in my bag for a specific notebook as I walked with him.
"Noth-" I started, but cut myself off and stopped dead in my tracks to look at him. "Did you just call me 'Car'?"
"Uhm, yeah?" he said a little weary.
"I really wanna smack you now," I told him, walking off in a huff, muttering something about how tactless men could be. He followed me to my office, of course. Sometimes I feel as if he's a lost puppy that could never get a life other than to torture me. But that's just my opinion on the matter. You should hear Booth's and Brennan's ideas of him.
"May I help you?" I asked him a few minutes later after I was done unpacking the things I needed for the day. I looked over across my desk at him, sitting in a chair opposite me.
"Maybe, maybe not," he answered. I rolled my eyes. And I swear to God, the only time I've been rolling my eyes lately is around this man! "More so maybe, then not," he said.
"What do you want?" I said in a whiny voice, leaning on my desk. I honestly just wanted to sit back and relaxe for just five minutes before I go solve crimes and murder mysteries! Yeah, ignore me, I'm still dreaming. I looked up at Lance who had gotten closer to my face by leaning on my desk as well. Seriously, his face was a good three inches away.
"Go on a date with me," he said. I pushed away from him, my eyes wide, shaking my head. I did not get a job here to get involved in a personal relationship with a man. Especially one who is a psychiatrist. "Why not?" he asked. "I want to get to know. See what makes you tick." What makes me tick, pal, is two Starbucks Mocha Latte's in the morning. By lunchtime, it's Mountain Dew.
"No," I said firmly, standing up and walking out of my office. And, yes, with the lost puppy trailing behind me.
"What could one date hurt?" he asked me. I entered the lab, pulling on a pair of gloves before turning to look at him.
"A lot," I stated and walked away towards Brennan and Booth. "Another murder mystery?" I asked slyly. Booth just made a face at me while Brennan nodded. "Okay then, let's get crackin'!"
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"He did what?!" Cam asked, practically choking on her water. I rolled my eyes, slowing realizing we sounded like high school girls bonding over a hot boy and a crappy lunch.
"Lance asked me out on a date," I told her.
"But... why?" she asked me. "Not to sound mean, you're obviously a very gorgeous woman," I gave her a look before she continued, "but why is he asking you out so soon?"
"Maybe he's slowly figuring out that I'm not the girl in the file I gave him?" I suggested. "Which is a real possibility."
"Definatly because you keep doing stuff the new Cara wouldn't actually have the ability to do," she told me. "For example, pinning a man to a table." I stared at her. "Also, telling someone 'I know where all the veins are in something you really love, so I recommend you tell me what I want to know or else you'll be missing Mr. Happy rising early'." She started laughing after that.
"Oh shut up, you know I was pre-med," I told her.
"But your file doesn't say that," Cam said, proving her point. "And also, in case you forgot, you dropped out of med school and went back to forensics." I nodded, taking a bite of my waffle. Cam looked at it, her nose wrinkled. "What the hell is that?" I looked down at my waffle then back up to her.
"It is a waffle with cream cheese on it," I told her, taking another bite. She stuck her tongue out at it. "Oh, maybe you and Lance should get together and talk about how I'm into gross food, huh?"
"Or maybe youshould get together with Lance?" she said. I glared at her before getting up.
"Nope, I'm all good in the 'men are jerks' department," I told her before leaving.
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"Hey, Angela, are you--" I began saying, walking into Angela's office, only to stop dead in my tracks. "Hi, Hodgins," I said, waving a bit at him. He quickly pulled out of the embrace both her and Angela were in. Yeah, I aleady knew they were together, but apparently it was confusing and then Angela had to go to the bathroom so she couldn't elaborate.
"Hey, Cara," he said. "I'll, uhm, I'll just," he said, pointing out the door and walking past me, "go... Yeah..." I chuckled a bit at his reaction and turned back to Angela.
"Sorry if I ruined your little make out session," I said to her.
"Not a problem," she said, chuckling.
"Anyhoo, do you have a face yet?" I asked her. "Better yet: Do you have a name that goes to that face?" She walked over to her computer and began pulling the picture up.
"I have a face but no name," she told me.
"Yes, you do," I told her. She just gave me a look and I smiled. My joke was lame, yes, but needed in this situation because I thought it was funny. I leaned over to look at her computer and my body went a bit numb. I recognized the face. But I never knew her name. She was just another person who walked into my life and then was gone instantly so there was never a need to learn her name. And now, I wish I had.
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"Are you for sure?" Cam asked me when her and I barricaded ourselves in her office.
"Yes," I told her. "More than sure." There was a knock at the door and Booth entered.
"What's going on?" he asked. "You called me and said to--"
"I want you to go back to the area where you found our most recent body," Cam told him. "Check to see if any other bodies or any kind of evidence shows up there."
"Why?" Booth asked. "What's going on?"
"Just do it," Cam ordered gently. Booth just nodded and left. I sat down and put my head in my hands.
"Maybe a normal night out would do you some good?" Cam suggested. I brought my head out of my hands and looked up at her. She gave me a small, encouraging smile.
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I walked into Lance's office without knocking, of course and pulled him out of his chair, grabbing his coat and shoving it at him.
"What's going on?" he asked as I pulled him out the door and towards the elevator. He pulled his coat on and walked onto the elevator with me, standing next to me. I looked over at him.
"You said you wanted to go on a date with me," I said causing a smile to spring to his lips.
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