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A/N: Zach is adorable!!! Also, this is set a little in the future, leading up to Angela and Hodgins' second wedding.

"Dr. Saroyan?"

"Yes."

"May I bother you a moment?"

"I'm kinda busy, Zach."

"It's about Hodgins' bachelor party."

The file she was reading snapped closed, "I'm listening."

Zach sat down in the seat in front of her desk, looking like he was computing it, "I have food."

"Always important."

"I have music."

"I guess that's good too."

"But what should I get for entertainment?"

She looked at him. Why on earth would he ask her that? "Are you serious?"

"Yes," he answered matter-of-factly.

She sighed and thought of all the things she heard were typically at one of those parties, having never been invited to one. She would have liked to suggest something intellectually stimulating, but from her limited knowledge of a bachelor party, she was sure that wouldn't go over well.

"Poker."

"Poke who?"

"No, the game poker. You'll need games like that. And I hope you have...liquor and cigars."

"An exorbitant amount."

"Good. Um...dancers?"

His face twisted in confusion, "Dancers?"

"Yes. To do lap dances and things like that. Don't they do that at bachelor parties?"

"I've never been to one," Zach admitted, though it was obvious, "That is why I'm asking for suggestions."

"They do lap dances at bachelor parties I'm sure," Cam's mind went to every wedding movie she had ever watched, "Or strippers, but don't do that."

"What is a lap dance?" Zach asked.

Cam looked at him, honestly speechless. Now what was she supposed to tell him?

"Is it a type of pre-wedding ritual? How is it possible to dance with your lap? In order to have a lap you have to be seated. Is a chair involved? Do these dancers do a special performance?"

She waited until the flood of Squinty questions slowed and was about to give an entirely precise answer, when he asked one more question.

"Is it possible for you to demonstrate the dance to me, Dr. Saroyan?"

The answer died in her throat her eyes widened. What?

"NO!"

"Oh, you don't know how to do it?" he asked, still on his left-brained inquisition.

"Well, I know how to do it..." she said stupidly.

"Can you show me, please?"

"NO, ZACH!" she squirmed in her seat, and despite her colouring, he could tell she was blushing.

"B-But why not?" he asked, confused by her discomfort, "Are you uncomfortable having people see you dance? If that is the case I honestly won't tell anyone."

Cam folded her arms over her chest, in obvious discomfort. Had he no idea what he was saying?

"I'm very busy, Zach. You have to go."

"Okay..." he got up slowly.

"A little faster please!"

"Okay, okay, I'm leaving!"

Zach was walking through the lab, the scene playing over in his mind, when he bumped into Booth and Angela.

"Hey, Zach. You okay?" Angela asked.

"Yeah, you look like you just saw something in a beaker you couldn't identify," Booth joked.

"Um..." he looked at them, "Maybe you can explain it to me. I was talking to Dr. Saroyan about Hodgins' bachelor party."

"Uh-huh..." they both said.

"And the subject of lap dances surfaced."

"You were talking lap dances with Cam?" Booth asked, smiling. Angela was trying not to giggle.

"Yes. And I really don't understand how a person can dance in a seated position, so I asked her to demonstrate the dance to me. She suddenly got very uncomfortable..."

He was interrupted by Booth's roar of laughter.

"You asked Cam to give you a lap dance" Angela exclaimed, in a fit of giggles.

"Wait a minute, did you say give me a lap dance?" Zach was even more confused, "A lap dance is something to be received?"

"Hell yeah!" Booth shrieked with laughter.

Zach suddenly realised that he may have made a serious error, "Can you explain..."

Trying to control her giggles, Angela leaned closer to Zach's ear and whispered.

Zach gasped. As Angela continued to whisper, his eyes grew larger and larger.

"Please excuse me," he said, speeding down the hallway to Cam's office to apologize, leaving Angela and Booth in fits of laughter.

So, how evil am I? Don't worry, you can tell me. In a review.

I know I know. Why did he ask her? Let's just say he was asking everybody and leave it at that, okay? I'm not perfect. And I have no idea of what a bachelor party is, so I may be wrong about something.

Stop ignoring the button. He's crying out for attention.