From me, an Admirer - Day 2 (Bones - Cadgins)
Title: From me, an Admirer
Author: AccordingToMel
Summary: After Cam starts receiving mysterious gifts, she begins to suspect that she might have a secret admirer.
Pairings: Cadgins
Rating: T
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 1,477
Disclaimer: Last I checked, no. But let me tell you, if I had my way with the show, things would be vastly different!
Author’s note: Here is day #2 :). How fun! Also, I totally stole an idea from one of my own fics, but I’m allowed to do that, right? ;)
Part One
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From me, an Admirer - Day 2
Cam arrives at work early on Monday morning, far earlier than she usually is, and is surprised to note that she is the first one in the lab. But truthfully, it’s kind of a nice feeling. She figures that she’ll maybe get a good hour of work in before anyone else shows up. And an hour of uninterrupted time is practically unheard of for Cam these days.
She sits down at her desk and presses the power button on her computer, sifting through the reports that are sitting on her desk while she waits for it to boot up. She notices then that her mail for the day has already arrived, and randomly decides to sort through that as well. Most of it is standard fare - reports and files and other administrative junk that arrives through the interdepartmental mail. But one of the envelopes stands out. It’s in a plain white envelope and is addressed to her. There is no return address on it.
Curious, she opens this one first and finds a Christmas card with the following note written inside:
Thought you might enjoy a warm drink. This place makes the best mint chocolate lattes. Merry Christmas!
From me,
an Admirer
And inside the card is a gift certificate from a local, but popular, coffee shop not too far from the Jeffersonian. Cam shakes her head, completely baffled. She figured the ornament was a one-time thing, but suddenly there’s something else here for her? Before she even has time to really process this information, there is a soft knock on her open door.
“Good morning Cam,” she suddenly hears from the door of her office, and her head shoots up to see who’s there. Cam is somewhat surprised to see a smiling Angela standing in the doorway.
“Angela! You’re here early,” Cam says, trying to carefully lay the card down on top of her desk without the other woman noticing the movement.
Angela simply shrugs. “I couldn’t sleep, so I figured I’d come in and get a head start on my facial reconstruction. That makes me sound really lame, doesn’t it?” she asks with an unimpressed expression.
“Nah. I’ve been here for a good twenty minutes already. So what does that say about me?” Cam jokes with a half-smile as Angela makes her way further into the office.
“I suppose it just means that we’re dedicated to our work?” Angela suggests with a smirk.
They stare at each other for a few moments before Cam finally asks, “Was there something you wanted from me?”
“Oh!” the artist laughs, shaking her head. “Honestly, not really. I just saw that you were here and I thought I’d pop in and say hello before I got down to work. Did you have a nice weekend?”
Cam smiles genuinely at her. “Yeah, I did. I actually convinced Michelle to help me set up all of the Christmas tree and decorations, so that was nice.”
Angela’s eyes light up suddenly. “Ooh! Did you hang up your brand new Christmas ornament?”
Cam rolls her eyes in an exaggerated manner and considers lying to her co-worker. But the truth of the matter is that she did hang the ornament. Because even though she has no idea who sent it her in the first place, she does know that she loves that ornament. Or at least the identical one she used to own. And that’s enough of a reason to hang it on her tree. “I did,” she admits, sounding sheepish. Angela, of course, is overjoyed to hear this piece of information.
“I still think that’s so romantic,” she gushes with a happy sigh.
“And I still think it’s creepy. What if it’s my 80 year old neighbour from across the street or something? Or some gross old man who works up in human resources?” Cam shoots back with a little smirk.
“Oh, stop being so cynical,” Angela chastises.
“What you call cynical, I call practical,” comes the retort, and it’s enough to stop Angela in her tracks momentarily.
“Scrooge.”
Cam bursts out laughing, and soon Angela joins her.
She is about to excuse herself to return to work when Angela suddenly gasps and points at something on her desk. Cam doesn’t even need to look to realize what she’s found - the card that came in the mail this morning.
“Is that another gift from your secret admirer?” Angela demands excitedly, and Cam fights back a sigh.
“If you must know, then yes. It is.”
“What is it?” she asks, and reaches down to grab the card without even waiting for permission from Cam. Angela is fortunate that Cam likes her, because there are few people who could get away with a move like that.
Angela scans the card, making murmured comments to her, then holds out the gift certificate to Cam. “So, are you going to go get the latte?”
“Right now?”
“No time like the present!”
Cam shakes her head and reaches for the gift certificate and card from Angela’s proffered hands. “Actually, there are much better times then the present. I was hoping to get some uninterrupted work time in before everyone else shows up.” Which I clearly am not at the moment, is the underlying implication. This either doesn’t sink in for Angela, or she simply doesn’t care.
“But you’ll be able to work so much better if you have some caffeine in you,” Angela argues. “I’ll go with you and pick something up myself.”
“I don’t even know if I’ll like the mint chocolate latte,” Cam protests, but she can already tell she’s losing this battle.
“Well your admirer seems to think you will, so you should give it a chance,” Angela points out helpfully.
“It’s cold outside and my car will be freezing.” It sounds feeble, even to Cam’s ears.
Angela laughs outright. “Well I just got here. My car is warm. Come on, Cam. If you’re not going to enjoy these gifts from your secret admirer, at least allow me the joy of living vicariously through you. Now let’s go.”
And so Cam abandons any hope she had of getting any real work done and follows Angela dutifully out of the office.
* * * * *
When they return half an hour later from their excursion, Hodgins and Booth are intently discussing something on the platform. The both look up when she and Angela make their way into the lab.
“Nothing for me?” Booth asks.
“Sorry big guy. Had no idea you were going to be here,” Cam informs him playfully, grinning up at the agent.
“Cam received another gift from her secret admirer,” Angela announces to the group.
“Really?” Hodgins queries at the same time that Booth says, “You have a secret admirer?”
“Yes to both!” Angela answers for her boss, sounding like she’s about to burst with excitement.
“Angela!” Cam cries, shooting her a death glare. Was there nothing sacred?
“So what did he send you this time?” Hodgins asks.
“You shouldn’t automatically assume it was from a man, Hodgins.”
Now Hodgins is the one to shoot a glare in Angela’s direction. He rolls his eyes pointedly at her. “Fine. What did he or she send you this time?”
Angela wisely keeps her mouth shut this time and turns to listen to Cam’s answer.
“A gift certificate to buy a free large mint chocolate latte,” Cam shares, taking another sip from said drink and moving past them to the other side of the platform. She’s actually finding that she really enjoys the drink, and is grateful for the anonymous recommendation. It reminds her of Christmas and Peppermint Candy ice cream and both are a good thing.
“Do you like it?” she hears Booth ask.
“It’s great,” Cam states with what she hopes is an air of finality, examining data off of Hodgins’ computer screen. “Now can we please focus on the case here? Hodgins, I need you to explain to me what this all means here.” She gestures to the screen with her free hand, moving her index finger around in circles in front of the monitor.
Hodgins rushes over and immediately begins his explanation. However, in spite of the fact that she is right beside him, and Angela and Booth are on the other side of the lab, Cam still doesn’t miss the little exchange between them:
“Don’t you find it kind of odd that some anonymous stranger is sending gifts to Cam?”
“Not really, no. I think it’s sweet and romantic.”
“Yeah, if you’re a stalker.”
“How do you know the person doesn’t know Cam?”
“They could still be a stalker.”
“Booth, are you really that ridiculous? Honestly, you’re just as bad as she is...”
Cam rolls her eyes and forcefully ignores the pair, deciding then to make a point of purposely avoiding everyone in the lab for the next few days.
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Part Three
Author: AccordingToMel
Summary: After Cam starts receiving mysterious gifts, she begins to suspect that she might have a secret admirer.
Pairings: Cadgins
Rating: T
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 1,477
Disclaimer: Last I checked, no. But let me tell you, if I had my way with the show, things would be vastly different!
Author’s note: Here is day #2 :). How fun! Also, I totally stole an idea from one of my own fics, but I’m allowed to do that, right? ;)
Part One
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From me, an Admirer - Day 2
Cam arrives at work early on Monday morning, far earlier than she usually is, and is surprised to note that she is the first one in the lab. But truthfully, it’s kind of a nice feeling. She figures that she’ll maybe get a good hour of work in before anyone else shows up. And an hour of uninterrupted time is practically unheard of for Cam these days.
She sits down at her desk and presses the power button on her computer, sifting through the reports that are sitting on her desk while she waits for it to boot up. She notices then that her mail for the day has already arrived, and randomly decides to sort through that as well. Most of it is standard fare - reports and files and other administrative junk that arrives through the interdepartmental mail. But one of the envelopes stands out. It’s in a plain white envelope and is addressed to her. There is no return address on it.
Curious, she opens this one first and finds a Christmas card with the following note written inside:
Thought you might enjoy a warm drink. This place makes the best mint chocolate lattes. Merry Christmas!
From me,
an Admirer
And inside the card is a gift certificate from a local, but popular, coffee shop not too far from the Jeffersonian. Cam shakes her head, completely baffled. She figured the ornament was a one-time thing, but suddenly there’s something else here for her? Before she even has time to really process this information, there is a soft knock on her open door.
“Good morning Cam,” she suddenly hears from the door of her office, and her head shoots up to see who’s there. Cam is somewhat surprised to see a smiling Angela standing in the doorway.
“Angela! You’re here early,” Cam says, trying to carefully lay the card down on top of her desk without the other woman noticing the movement.
Angela simply shrugs. “I couldn’t sleep, so I figured I’d come in and get a head start on my facial reconstruction. That makes me sound really lame, doesn’t it?” she asks with an unimpressed expression.
“Nah. I’ve been here for a good twenty minutes already. So what does that say about me?” Cam jokes with a half-smile as Angela makes her way further into the office.
“I suppose it just means that we’re dedicated to our work?” Angela suggests with a smirk.
They stare at each other for a few moments before Cam finally asks, “Was there something you wanted from me?”
“Oh!” the artist laughs, shaking her head. “Honestly, not really. I just saw that you were here and I thought I’d pop in and say hello before I got down to work. Did you have a nice weekend?”
Cam smiles genuinely at her. “Yeah, I did. I actually convinced Michelle to help me set up all of the Christmas tree and decorations, so that was nice.”
Angela’s eyes light up suddenly. “Ooh! Did you hang up your brand new Christmas ornament?”
Cam rolls her eyes in an exaggerated manner and considers lying to her co-worker. But the truth of the matter is that she did hang the ornament. Because even though she has no idea who sent it her in the first place, she does know that she loves that ornament. Or at least the identical one she used to own. And that’s enough of a reason to hang it on her tree. “I did,” she admits, sounding sheepish. Angela, of course, is overjoyed to hear this piece of information.
“I still think that’s so romantic,” she gushes with a happy sigh.
“And I still think it’s creepy. What if it’s my 80 year old neighbour from across the street or something? Or some gross old man who works up in human resources?” Cam shoots back with a little smirk.
“Oh, stop being so cynical,” Angela chastises.
“What you call cynical, I call practical,” comes the retort, and it’s enough to stop Angela in her tracks momentarily.
“Scrooge.”
Cam bursts out laughing, and soon Angela joins her.
She is about to excuse herself to return to work when Angela suddenly gasps and points at something on her desk. Cam doesn’t even need to look to realize what she’s found - the card that came in the mail this morning.
“Is that another gift from your secret admirer?” Angela demands excitedly, and Cam fights back a sigh.
“If you must know, then yes. It is.”
“What is it?” she asks, and reaches down to grab the card without even waiting for permission from Cam. Angela is fortunate that Cam likes her, because there are few people who could get away with a move like that.
Angela scans the card, making murmured comments to her, then holds out the gift certificate to Cam. “So, are you going to go get the latte?”
“Right now?”
“No time like the present!”
Cam shakes her head and reaches for the gift certificate and card from Angela’s proffered hands. “Actually, there are much better times then the present. I was hoping to get some uninterrupted work time in before everyone else shows up.” Which I clearly am not at the moment, is the underlying implication. This either doesn’t sink in for Angela, or she simply doesn’t care.
“But you’ll be able to work so much better if you have some caffeine in you,” Angela argues. “I’ll go with you and pick something up myself.”
“I don’t even know if I’ll like the mint chocolate latte,” Cam protests, but she can already tell she’s losing this battle.
“Well your admirer seems to think you will, so you should give it a chance,” Angela points out helpfully.
“It’s cold outside and my car will be freezing.” It sounds feeble, even to Cam’s ears.
Angela laughs outright. “Well I just got here. My car is warm. Come on, Cam. If you’re not going to enjoy these gifts from your secret admirer, at least allow me the joy of living vicariously through you. Now let’s go.”
And so Cam abandons any hope she had of getting any real work done and follows Angela dutifully out of the office.
* * * * *
When they return half an hour later from their excursion, Hodgins and Booth are intently discussing something on the platform. The both look up when she and Angela make their way into the lab.
“Nothing for me?” Booth asks.
“Sorry big guy. Had no idea you were going to be here,” Cam informs him playfully, grinning up at the agent.
“Cam received another gift from her secret admirer,” Angela announces to the group.
“Really?” Hodgins queries at the same time that Booth says, “You have a secret admirer?”
“Yes to both!” Angela answers for her boss, sounding like she’s about to burst with excitement.
“Angela!” Cam cries, shooting her a death glare. Was there nothing sacred?
“So what did he send you this time?” Hodgins asks.
“You shouldn’t automatically assume it was from a man, Hodgins.”
Now Hodgins is the one to shoot a glare in Angela’s direction. He rolls his eyes pointedly at her. “Fine. What did he or she send you this time?”
Angela wisely keeps her mouth shut this time and turns to listen to Cam’s answer.
“A gift certificate to buy a free large mint chocolate latte,” Cam shares, taking another sip from said drink and moving past them to the other side of the platform. She’s actually finding that she really enjoys the drink, and is grateful for the anonymous recommendation. It reminds her of Christmas and Peppermint Candy ice cream and both are a good thing.
“Do you like it?” she hears Booth ask.
“It’s great,” Cam states with what she hopes is an air of finality, examining data off of Hodgins’ computer screen. “Now can we please focus on the case here? Hodgins, I need you to explain to me what this all means here.” She gestures to the screen with her free hand, moving her index finger around in circles in front of the monitor.
Hodgins rushes over and immediately begins his explanation. However, in spite of the fact that she is right beside him, and Angela and Booth are on the other side of the lab, Cam still doesn’t miss the little exchange between them:
“Don’t you find it kind of odd that some anonymous stranger is sending gifts to Cam?”
“Not really, no. I think it’s sweet and romantic.”
“Yeah, if you’re a stalker.”
“How do you know the person doesn’t know Cam?”
“They could still be a stalker.”
“Booth, are you really that ridiculous? Honestly, you’re just as bad as she is...”
Cam rolls her eyes and forcefully ignores the pair, deciding then to make a point of purposely avoiding everyone in the lab for the next few days.
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Part Three