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FIRST PERSON POV!
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I stretched out on my bed a bit the next morning, groaning a bit as I did so. I noted the fact that I was naked. And was not alone. What the hell?! Then it all came rushing back to me pretty quickly. Club. Tequila. Kissing. Home. Naked. More kissing. Sex. Got it yet? Well, they're the only words that came rushing back to me. I was soon able to put them into sentences. I went to a club with Lance. I ordered a lot of tequila. Then I leaned towards Lance and started kissing him. We came home to my place. Then we got naked. And then there was more kissing. Followed by sex. Understand now?
I sat up, running a hand through my already messed up hair and looked over to my left. There, with a sheet pulled up to his hips, laid Lance. I will admit here and now, as long as you swear not to tell another living soul, Lance looked amazing naked. Remember, you didn't hear that from me. I slipped out of my bed and pulled on a pair of panties as well as a shirt. I pulled my hair back into a messy bun and walked into my kitchen. I started the coffee, trying to keep my normal morning routine before Lance woke up. My cell phone rang, causing me to abandon the kitchen and head back into my bedroom to grab it. Lance was starting to wake up, stretching and smiling up at me as I grabbed my cell and flipped it open.
"Francis," I said.
"Hey, Cara," Cam's voice came into my ear. "Are you, uhm, busy right now?"
"Not yet, Cam," I answered her. "What's up?"
"I really need you to come in early today, please," Cam said, desperation in her voice.
"What's wrong?" I asked her.
"Just... get in here as soon as possible and I'll let you know," she told me. "Oh, and have you seen Sweets?" I looked over at Lance, a slight smirk on my lips and then I turned away.
"Nope," I answered her.
"Oh, okay," she said. "Well, if you do, can you tell him to come along as well? I kinda need some advice."
"Can do," I said. "See ya soon." I turned back to Lance, closing my phone with the smirk still plastered on my face.
"What?" he asked me.
"Cam's looking for you, check your phone," I told him, flopping down beside him. He reached for his phone and checked it. "How many missed calls?" I asked him.
"Sixteen," he told me. I giggled a bit. "Wow... what's up with her?" I shrugged my shoulders.
"Want some coffee before we had in?" I asked him. He looked back over at me, his eyes got wide.
"Is that my shirt?" he asked me.
"Nope, it's mine now," I told him.
"Come on, I need it," he told me, gesturing to the fact that he was shirtless.
"You'll have to take it by force then, buddy," I told him and he jumped at that idea. Literally. He jumped on me. I could have easily pulled him off of me, but instead I put my right hand behind the back of his neck and pulled his face down to mine, our lips connecting. I think we don't really need coffee this morning.
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Lance and I walked into the lab together and found Cam, pulling a brain out of a skull.
"What's up?" I asked as we approached her. Lance actually leaned down next to the skull muttering, "Oh, that's cool." I rolled my eyes as Lance continued.
"To think all our hopes, our dreams, our guilts and fantasies are all in three pounds of tissue," he said, as Cam finally got the brain out and sat it in a bowl by the table.
"Yeah, well, somewhere in all that, it made me sleep with Angela's ex," she stated. My eyes went wide and my mouth flew open to say something, but Lance's loud mouth beat me to the punch.
"You slept with Angela's ex?!" I wanted to hit him. I didn't care how many people would witness it, I just wanted to hit him.
"A little discretion, Dr. Sweets," Cam said, looking over our shoulders to see if anyone heard him.
"I could say the same for you," Lance stated and I slapped his arm. He grabbed it, saying "ow" as he did so.
"How did this happen? And why?" I asked her.
"I don't know," she answered. "His flight was delayed and I dropped him off at the hotel and he made reservations. I guess I wanted to see what all the fuss was about."
"Was there fuss?" I asked her.
"Well deserved fuss," she answered.
"Was the fuss any good?" I asked her. I might as well ask her if he was as good as I imagined him to be. She gave me a little look before answering.
"Oh, my God, he was--" she started but was interupted by Lance.
"Anyway, back to why we're here," he said, gaining our attention. He looked at Cam and said, "You feel guilty." She nodded. "You feel you shouldn't pleasure at the cost of your friends."
"Oh, you're good," Cam said, nodding. "Continue, please."
"Now that he's gone, no one else will have to know though," I said, putting a hand on my hip and leaning onto the table.
"Not yet," she said, looking down and muttering, "I'm seeing him again tonight."
"What was that?" I asked her, leaning down to look at her face. She sighed.
"I don't want Angela to find out any other way," she said. I rolled my eyes.
"Yes, but as soon as he's gone, no one else will have to know," I stated again. Cam nodded slowly, letting it sink in.
"Yeah, but every time she sees Angela, that anxiety will come back," Lance stated, looking at me, but gesturing at Cam. Then he looked back at her. "Telling her might help clear the air. It certainly would help make you feel better."
"Yes, okay, good idea," Cam said, nodding yet again. Lance looked over at the brain, then back at Angela.
"Maybe I could touch the brain, you know, as a reward?" he asked. I narrowed my eyes at him, shaking my head.
"Okay," Cam said. Lance smiled and poked it. He looked up to say, "It's squishy." And that's when, who else should walk in, but Angela.
"Hey, Brennan just called and her friend Wex was just killed today," she said. "She's gonna use the web feed to send up pictures and updates."
"I'll inform Hodgins and Edison," Cam said and they both left the room. Lance poked the brain again and I smacked his hand.
"Stop poking it," I told him, walking out of the room.
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I snuck out of my office later on that day and went to the lab to find Dr. Edison, standing there with a file, Cam latched onto his arm and Angela on the other side of the table.
"Can I go now?" I heard Edison ask. Cam let him go, staring at Angela. He ran right into me.
"Hello," I said, smiling at him. He looked at me as if I was insane. "What?" I asked. "Do I have something on my face?"
"No," he answered. "I just think you're all... not... normal." And then he just walked away. I stared after him for a few seconds before running to catch up to him.
"How far are you on the case?" I asked him. He gave me a look so I continued, "You know, the case for Dr. Brennan that involved her English friend?" We stopped and he opened the file, preparing to give me the full blown, down and dirty information when Cam somehow appeared at our sides.
"Dr. Francis," she said in a warning voice. "I told you that you were not allowed to help with this case." Edison looked at both of us before closing up the file in his hands and walking off. I looked over at Cam.
"You're mean," I told her, crossing my arms over my chest.
"No, I'm honest," she told me.
"That's the same as being mean," I said to her, uncrossing my arms.
"You should give honesty a try sometime," she said to me.
"Maybe I should go around and tell everyone about who I really am?" I suggested. She opened her mouth to protest but I continued on, "Or maybe I should tell you about how Lance and I had sex last night?" My eyes went wide and I clamped a hand over my mouth.
"You and Dr. Sweets had sex?" she asked me. "Huh. So when I called you this morning he was with you?" I nodded my head slowly.
"Don't tell him I told you," I begged her. She nodded and smirked at me.
"I won't," she said. I breathed a sigh of relief. "As long as you go back to your office and finish up what I asked you to do."
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"They found the killer," Lance said, coming into my office later on that evening. I smiled up at him.
"Really?" I asked him.
"Yep," he said, sitting down across from me. "Angela and Hodgins also broke up." My mouth fell open. "And Edison quit." I shook my head.
"God, I miss so much being trapped in here," I said.
"Why are you in here?" he asked me. I looked at him. Should I lie? Or tell the truth?
"Cam asked me to do some research on the victim's bones that Booth found in the field," I told him. It was only a partial lie. Yes, Cam asked me to look up the victim's, but she also wanted me to try and remember the other one's names.
"Don't work too hard," he told me, standing up and heading to the door.
"Lance," I said, making him stop and turn to look at me. I wondered why I said his name myself now. But I soon found myself standing up and walking towards him, pulling him into a kiss.
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