Disclaimer: Like OMG, so not! Like gag me! I totally don't own anything this cool! I so totally wish I did. Tha'd be so hot, right?

For anyone who doesn't know, the movie that made Marilyn Monroe's skirt blowing up famous is called The Seven Year Itch. It's about a man married for seven years, and his marriage has lost it's spark. When his wife and kids go to stay with some relatives for a while, and he has the house to himself, he starts to hang out with his hot upstairs neighbour (Marilyn). Also, JSYK, the scene caused Marilyn a lot of trouble in her personal life, as her huzzy Joe DeMaggio didn't like the way she was acting. I say all that to say this shot is based on the scene.

"Hurry!" Cam half ran, half power walked down the empty sidewalk. She glanced back at Zach who was struggling to keep up with her, carrying a large box.

"I'm going as fast as I..." his speech got cut off as he stumbled, clutching the box for dear life, "...can!"

"Zach Addy, if you drop that cake, I'm sending you back to Michigan in a match box!"

Zach had no time to contemplate how exactly she could possibly do that, as he veered left to avoid a flower stall.

"Perry will never forgive me if I'm late! Why did this have to..."

He was too far from her to hear the last part of her sentence, so he sought out the green dress she was wearing and jogged over to her.

"I mean I am her big sister. I'm supposed to be the first one there after her mom.

"Booth, Dr. Brennan, Hodgins, Angela and Sweets are already there," he informed her of what she already knew.

"What are you trying to do, make me feel worse?" she deadpanned, hopping over a subway grate. A gush of air from a passing subway passing under his feet ruffled the back of his shirt.

"At least her present got there before I did. I hope I don't get that little puppy pout from her when I get there. I can't take it. It makes me wanna cry. Her mother told me- whooo!"

Cam stopped abruptly, causing Zach to stop too, because he was walking right behind her. She was trying to clutch the hem of her dress, but the gust of air from the subway grate made it fly up and flail around like party streamers on an AC unit.

Zach realised his mouth was open and shut it quickly. But he couldn't stop his eyes from bugging out.

"Dammit! Shoot, shoot, shot!" Cam was fighting with her dress.

Then the train passed, the wind stopped blowing and Cam's dress dropped like a wet noodle.

She was blushing so bad, they could bake cookies on her back. She looked at Zach's bugged-out expression, and smiled painfully.

"Perry's party?"

"Huh?" Zach said.

She rolled her eyes, turning and walking down the street, "We have to get the cake to Perry's party, Zach. Let's go!"

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