Max cried and cried, her warm tears making my shoulder wet.
"Max?" I asked, not really expecting an answer.
"…Yeah?"
"Why? What's wrong? What made you cry?"
Max took a deep breath. "A while ago, the flock minus Dylan lived in peace. Until Angel got kidnapped…"
As Max told her story, I began to tear up. I didn't realize how hard they had it.
"Later we got kidnapped again, all of us. They made us believe that everything we experienced was a dream…"
The more Max told, the more I cried.
"And then Fang left after Dylan came…and now…we're here."
"Oh, wow. Max—I'm well, oh, Max."
"Yeah."
"Well…I have been kidnapped. Twice."
"Really," Max got a little happier knowing I've been through this.
"Yeah. I was kidnapped, bound, gagged, and almost shot by a former FBIT agent. Until Booth…Booth saved my life."
"And the other time?"
"I was buried alive with Dr. Hodgins. We managed to escape last minute, and I was saved by…"
"Lemme guess. Booth?"
"Yeah…Booth…I'll be right back." I jumped up and ran inside. Max followed.
I found Booth in my office, probably waiting for me.
"Hey, Booth,"
"Yeah, hey, Bones, guess what? I found a—"
I leaned in and kissed him.
Max:
It had been a minute and a half already and they haven't stopped locking lips.
I heard someone running down the hall. Fang.
"Max, I…are you okay?"
"Yeah."
"Thank God…I am so sorry, Max."
"No need to explain…Fangy." And I kissed him.
As we kissed, I saw Angela and Hodgins walk in, shrug, and start making out.
"I love you," I managed between breaths.
"Me too."
At that moment Cam walked in. And in the few days I've been here, I have learned that Cam finds a way to be wherever there is awkwardness.
"Obviously I didn't get the memo." Cam stood in the doorway. "Angela, Hodgins, uh, when you're done, can you help me find what kind of cage it was? And remember…security cameras, people, this building is full of them." Cam left, along with the two.
"Fangy and Maxie, sitting in a tree…" Damn. It's Iggy.
I turned around to see the whole flock staring at us.
"Um, well…" Fang started.
"It was a cage," I tried to change the subject. "A cage."
"Oh, God…" began Nudge.
"So that means…"
"Yes, you are very zmart cheeldren. Ve vill regret it ven ve have to keel you."
And if things couldn't get any worse.