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FIRST PERSON POV!

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Almost two weeks later and we still had nothing to go on from the bodies that Booth had found in the field. I was frustrated and a bit exhausted from having to ID so many people and sadly, I had only managed to remember eight names. Eight names out of twenty three bodies, that is. I felt like a sad excuse for a human being. But that was about to change today.

While Booth and Brennan were in England, giving some spectacular speeches (I mean Brennan would be giving a spectacular speech, Booth was probably being an idiot), a man came into the lab. A very big man. A very big, bulky man. A very big, bulky, muscular man. A very big, bulky, muscular man who was kinda hot. He was looking for Angela and it took a second for me to register he was talking to me. Did I mention he was hot?

"Uhm, he office is right over there," I said, pointing to my right. "I'll, uhm, go get her for you." I backed up, keeping my eyes on the big, bulky, muscular man who was kinda hot. I watched him smile and chuckle at me, mainly because I just walked into a wall. Silly me? Anyway, I finally approached Angela and poked her on the shoulder.

"There's a guy in your office who wants to see you," I said, still imaging him.

"Okay, thanks, hun," she said as she walked away. I stayed there for a few minutes, in a day dream that involved whipped cream and that man. Mmm... I definatly need to get laid, don't I? Hodgins was walking past me and seemed to notice the far away expression on my face. And therefore, he decided to ruin my daydream by waving his hand in my face.

"Yo, Cara," he said, his voice bringing me back to planet Earth. I blinked a few times and shook my head to clear my thoughts of, uhm, you know.

"What?" I asked him, still trying to regain my composure.

"You were staring off, are you alright?" he asked me. I nodded, a faint smile finding its way to my lips.

"I am just perfectly fine and in bliss," I told him, walking away and leaving him there to stare after me like I was crazy. And I probably was.

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"Hey, you hungry?" Lance asked, coming into my office. "Angela and I were just heading over to the diner. Wanna come?" I looked up at him and smiled. At least it wasn't a date this time, I think we finally got past that whole thing. And I was very thankful for that.

"Definatly," I said, grabbing my jacket and purse and heading out the door with him. "I'm starving."

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"Isn't that Hodgins?" I asked as we were coming down the street and we all stopped dead in our tracks. "And isn't that the guy that was in your office this morning?"

"Uh, yeah," Angela answered. "That's my soon to be ex-husband." I looked at her, my eyebrow raised.

"That's the complication, right?" I asked her.

"Yep," she answered, nodding. And then we continued towards the diner. "Hodgins," she said, gaining his attention. He turned towards us and he looked upset.

"He said you kissed him," he stated, looking straight at Angela.

"I did," she told him. My mouth gaped open. "It was a good-bye kiss." Hodgins seemed to nod and then turn back to her soon to be ex and punched him. "Hodgins!" Angela scolded.

"Oh, my God!" I cried out. Lance was taking off his jacket and handing it to me.

"Here, take this," he said.

"What the--?" I muttered. Did he actually think he could defend Hodgins against the huge, hot man?! He stepped forward only for Angela to trip him. I flinched as Lance hit the pavement, then I looked up to see huge, hot man throwing Hodgins into a garbage truck. How convient.

"Nice going, Grayson," Angela said, shaking her head and then walking away. Lance was looking up, watching her walk away and he groaned.

"Uhm, you okay?" I asked him. He just glared up at me.

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"I could really be helpful with this one, Cam," I said, smiling cheaply, trying to convince her to let me help.

"No," she told me firmly. "I want you to look at those faces again and see if you can get more names." I groaned and slouched.

"Oh, come on, woman!" I said. "You are impossible."

"That's why you love me," she said, smiling. "Now, get to it." I was muttering obscenities all the way to my office. Why me? Why couldn't I be down in the lab with Angela, asking her if she wouldn't mind me making a move on Grayson, AKA: Big, Hot Man. That thought was soon driven from my head when I saw someone sitting on my desk.

"Your ass better not be messing up anything on my desk, Lance," I told him and he quickly got off, a small smile tugging at his lips. I walked to the other side of my desk and sat down in my chair, leaning back. "How may I help you?" I asked him. I had a feeling he was up to something.

"I was wondering what you were doing tonight?" he asked me. I raised my eyebrows. I would have loved to say Grayson and gauge his reaction, but that would be just cruel. And so far, Lance has been nothing but nice to me. Kinda.

"Nothing," I said, looking down and then I looked up at him suggestively and added, "yet." He smiled at me, nodding.

"Well, now you are," he told me, got up and left my office. Okay, he may not be any Grayson Barasa, but he is still a very great guy. And now I'm wondering what in the world he has planned. So much for me not getting emotionally involved with anyone here. I just can't help it, the people here are different.

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By the time I got home that night to get ready for my second date with Lance, I realized that I didn't even get much work done today. I just couldn't concentrate as much as I thought. Besides, with Brennan and Booth over in England, it's kind of hard to. Especially because they have a case that I'm not allowed to help out with. I have to focus on something completly different and that just bothers me! And that's when my cell phone rang. Of all the damn times...

"Francis," I said, pulling off my heels.

"Wear something sexy."

"Very funny, Lance," I said. "Where the hell do you plan on taking me?"

"Just trust me," he told me. "Wear something sexy, but comfortable to dance in."

"You do realize you just gave the surprise away, right?" I asked him, smirking a bit. There was a pause on the other end and I started laughing. "Good job, Sweets."

"Oh, shut up and get ready," he told me before hanging up. I closed my flip phone and leaned back against my couch, sighing. Wear something sexy and comfortable to dance in? That boy is crazy if he thinks that's possible!

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You'll see how the second date went in the next chapter, but first, review please? :D