Cam scanned her card and walked onto the platform. She took a deep breath, looking around. Even when the lights were off and no one was around, this place felt familiar and secure. Various machines buzzed quietly as she made her way across the platform to her office. It was early, not yet 6:00, and she had come in to catch up on paperwork. She knew she wouldn't be bothered- it was Sunday, after all.

She was elbow deep in case files and getting frustrated when there was a tentative knock on her door. She looked up and was surprised to see Dr. Brennan.

"Good morning, Dr. Saroyan." she said.

"Hello, Dr. Brennan. What are you doing here at-" she glanced at her watch- "7:30 on a Sunday morning?"

"Just… thought I'd get some writing done." Brennan replied. "I didn't think anyone else would be here- is this a habit of yours?"

"No, not at all. I've just been really busy lately and need to play catchup. I didn't know you came here to write." Cam said.

"I usually don't." Brennan said as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, almost nervously. "I just- figured I'd be able to really concentrate on my work if I came here."

Cam smiled. She had wondered how this whole situation would play out- Booth staying at Dr. Brennan's apartment indefinitely. They were bound to get on each other's nerves. Either that or finally jump each other.

"Ah. Is Booth bothering you?" she suppressed a small chuckle.

To her surprise, Brennan looked a little flustered. "What? No…no. Booth isn't… he's not doing anything to irritate…that's not what I…" she trailed off.

"I see." Cam said, though she absolutely did not.

"He's still sleeping." Brennan said, as though this explained everything. "I left him a note."

Cam just nodded.

"Well. I'd better, um, I'd better get writing. And I'll leave you to your…paperwork." Brennan said.

"Okay. Well, good luck…with your writing." Cam told her, smiling.

"Yes. I figured a change of scenery might help, you know." Brennan told her as she left the office.

Of course you did. Cam thought. Hmm… I wonder what's going on there.

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Lance Sweets was playing baseball with some of the neighborhood kids when his cell phone rang. Looking at the caller ID, he was surprised to see that it was Agent Booth calling.

"Hang on, guys." he called out. "I've got to take this."

Ignoring the whiny protests, he opened his phone. "Lance Sweets." he said officially.

"Sweets, hey. Sorry to bother you on a Sunday afternoon- uh… are you busy? This is Booth." Booth said quickly.

"I- busy? No-" he was cut off by one of the kids on his team yelling at him to hurry up. "Here!" he said, tossing the ball. "Jeremy, you can pitch for me."

"What are you doing?" Agent Booth asked, laughing.

"Nothing really, I was getting the mail and some of the neighbor kids asked if I wanted to play baseball, so I was just tossing the ball around a little bit. I-"

"Can I join you?" Booth interrupted.

Sweets was so surprised, he almost dropped the phone. "What? Yeah, sure. I mean, if you want-"

"I do. Where do you live?"

After Sweets gave him directions, Booth said, "I'll be there in ten," and then hung up.

What?

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