From me, an Admirer - Day 10 (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: 1,148
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: Okay, we’re in the home stretch, people! Almost there! I am so completely grateful to everyone who’s supported this story. Thank you so much for reading and reviewing, and I’m thrilled you’ve enjoyed this fic as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it! I hope the last few chapters are satisfying to you too. Enjoy! :)
Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six,
Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine
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From me, an Admirer - Day 10
Monday night is not an enjoyable evening for Cam. She spends the entire evening replaying the last few days over and over again in her mind, trying to figure out if she’d misread something along the way. She’d felt a spark - a connection - between herself and Hodgins. She knew she hadn’t imagined that much. But perhaps his interest in her has been strictly friendship, as he’d claimed only a few short days ago. It felt like so much time had passed already though. Cam, until very recently, was also certain that Hodgins had been her secret admirer, and so she’s trying to process what Fisher could have been doing in her office with the admirer’s gift.
Her thoughts spin around in circles all night and the only conclusion she can reach is that either Fisher really is her admirer, or he was delivering the package on behalf of her secret admirer. But why him of all people, and why now?
The answers don’t become any clearer in the morning when Hodgins texts Cam to tell her that he has a flat tire and won’t be able to pick her up for work. Cam decides to wake up Michelle and force her to drive her to the office. Michelle is less than thrilled, but she agrees anyway.
Cam arrives at the office to find the package still sitting on her desk. She didn’t have the heart to open it yesterday, and she’s not sure if she will today either. Instead, Cam throws all her energy into focusing on her job and the case.
* * * * *
“You seem lost,” Angela remarks later on that morning. They are the only two people in the lab at the moment, as everyone else is gathering evidence or interviewing suspects. No one wants to be stuck solving a murder on Christmas day.
“I wouldn’t say lost. More like confused,” Cam admits, and it’s seemingly all the information Angela needs to peak her interest.
“Ooh, what’s going on?”
Cam tries not to laugh at how positively curious Angela sounds. She decides to take a seat, if they’re going to be chatting for a while, which - knowing Angela - is a distinct possibility. She doesn’t particularly want to have to try and remain standing while holding onto her crutches.
“Well,” she begins once seated, trying to figure out how to say what she wants to say while remaining as vague as possible. “Something happened yesterday afternoon that was a direct contradiction to something else I was almost certain of. And now I’m second guessing myself and wondering if there was any real evidence for me to believe what I did in the first place. Does that make any sense?”
Angela sits across from her and seems to ponder Cam’s words before speaking. “I’m not sure,” she admits, then adds, “Does this have anything to do with your secret admirer?”
“Mmmm, yeah,” she says after a moment.
“Okay, so wait - are you telling me that you think you know who your admirer is?” Angela seems beyond delighted, if her broad grin is any indication.
Cam lets out a somewhat frustrated sigh. “Not exactly. I’m telling you that I thought I knew but then something happened that made me think that maybe I was wrong in the first place.”
“Really? Well who is it?”
“I don’t know.”
Angela rolls her eyes in an exaggerated manner. “I know that. I just meant, who do you think it is now? Or who did you think it was in the first place?”
Cam tries not to blush, thinking about Hodgins, and instead decides to answer the other question asked of her. “Well, I saw someone leave my office after lunch yesterday, and when I got inside, I found a hand delivered box from my secret admirer.”
Angela leans forward to rest her elbows on her thighs, eyes lighting up in anticipation. “So? Who was it?”
Cam hesitates, not really wanting to tell her. But she knows that Angela won’t let it drop until she learns the truth and decides she might as well get it over with. “Well... I saw... It was Fisher.”
Angela practically flies out of her chair in shock. “Fisher?! No way! No way!”
Cam smiles tightly. “That was pretty much my reaction, too.”
But Angela apparently isn’t finished. “There is no way that it’s Fisher. That’s just... That’s completely impossible and I refuse to believe it. You really think it was Fisher? Because I sure don’t. Does he seem like the romantic kind of guy to you, Cam?” She’s actually up and pacing back and forth a bit, agitation written across all of her features. It’s almost endearing, in an odd sort of way.
“Well, no,” Cam concedes, “but I’m not sure what else to think. I most definitely saw him leaving my office and that package was not there when I left for lunch.”
“Maybe he was delivering it on behalf of your secret admirer?” Angela suggests, stopping to face Cam and folding her arms across her chest thoughtfully.
“I considered that, and I suppose it’s still possible...” There is an obvious but in that sentence that she purposely omits. Angela hears it anyway.
“I don’t think it’s Fisher. But you should find out one way or the other. For your own peace of mind.”
A single brow shoots up on her forehead. “And how do I do that?” Cam asks questioningly.
Angela shrugs as if it’s the simplest solution in the world. “You need to talk to him and find out if he’s the one.”
That absolutely does not sound like a good idea, and she decides to share that with Angela.
“But why not?” Angela protests. “You ask him, he says ‘no’, and then you know and don’t have to worry any longer.”
“And what do I do if he happens to say ‘yes’?” Cam demands, because even though she knows Angela is probably right, there is still the slight possibility that it actually is him.
“He’s not going to say ‘yes’. I’ve never been so certain of anything in my life,” Angela tells her earnestly. “Find Fisher and talk to him. It’ll put your mind at ease.”
Cam opens her mouth to protest, but then shuts it again. There is no arguing with Angela when she’s in her determined mode.
“I’ll think about it,” she shares, making to stand up and head back to her office again.
However, before she is entirely off the platform, Angela suddenly seems struck with a thought. “Hey, Cam?”
“Yeah?”
“Who did you think your admirer was? Until you saw Fisher leaving your office, I mean?”
Cam averts her eyes momentarily, fighting the blush she knows is spreading across her face “I’d rather not say,” is all she says, and then hobbles away on her crutches, in spite of Angela’s questioning voice calling out after her.
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Part Eleven
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: 1,148
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: Okay, we’re in the home stretch, people! Almost there! I am so completely grateful to everyone who’s supported this story. Thank you so much for reading and reviewing, and I’m thrilled you’ve enjoyed this fic as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it! I hope the last few chapters are satisfying to you too. Enjoy! :)
Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six,
Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine
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From me, an Admirer - Day 10
Monday night is not an enjoyable evening for Cam. She spends the entire evening replaying the last few days over and over again in her mind, trying to figure out if she’d misread something along the way. She’d felt a spark - a connection - between herself and Hodgins. She knew she hadn’t imagined that much. But perhaps his interest in her has been strictly friendship, as he’d claimed only a few short days ago. It felt like so much time had passed already though. Cam, until very recently, was also certain that Hodgins had been her secret admirer, and so she’s trying to process what Fisher could have been doing in her office with the admirer’s gift.
Her thoughts spin around in circles all night and the only conclusion she can reach is that either Fisher really is her admirer, or he was delivering the package on behalf of her secret admirer. But why him of all people, and why now?
The answers don’t become any clearer in the morning when Hodgins texts Cam to tell her that he has a flat tire and won’t be able to pick her up for work. Cam decides to wake up Michelle and force her to drive her to the office. Michelle is less than thrilled, but she agrees anyway.
Cam arrives at the office to find the package still sitting on her desk. She didn’t have the heart to open it yesterday, and she’s not sure if she will today either. Instead, Cam throws all her energy into focusing on her job and the case.
* * * * *
“You seem lost,” Angela remarks later on that morning. They are the only two people in the lab at the moment, as everyone else is gathering evidence or interviewing suspects. No one wants to be stuck solving a murder on Christmas day.
“I wouldn’t say lost. More like confused,” Cam admits, and it’s seemingly all the information Angela needs to peak her interest.
“Ooh, what’s going on?”
Cam tries not to laugh at how positively curious Angela sounds. She decides to take a seat, if they’re going to be chatting for a while, which - knowing Angela - is a distinct possibility. She doesn’t particularly want to have to try and remain standing while holding onto her crutches.
“Well,” she begins once seated, trying to figure out how to say what she wants to say while remaining as vague as possible. “Something happened yesterday afternoon that was a direct contradiction to something else I was almost certain of. And now I’m second guessing myself and wondering if there was any real evidence for me to believe what I did in the first place. Does that make any sense?”
Angela sits across from her and seems to ponder Cam’s words before speaking. “I’m not sure,” she admits, then adds, “Does this have anything to do with your secret admirer?”
“Mmmm, yeah,” she says after a moment.
“Okay, so wait - are you telling me that you think you know who your admirer is?” Angela seems beyond delighted, if her broad grin is any indication.
Cam lets out a somewhat frustrated sigh. “Not exactly. I’m telling you that I thought I knew but then something happened that made me think that maybe I was wrong in the first place.”
“Really? Well who is it?”
“I don’t know.”
Angela rolls her eyes in an exaggerated manner. “I know that. I just meant, who do you think it is now? Or who did you think it was in the first place?”
Cam tries not to blush, thinking about Hodgins, and instead decides to answer the other question asked of her. “Well, I saw someone leave my office after lunch yesterday, and when I got inside, I found a hand delivered box from my secret admirer.”
Angela leans forward to rest her elbows on her thighs, eyes lighting up in anticipation. “So? Who was it?”
Cam hesitates, not really wanting to tell her. But she knows that Angela won’t let it drop until she learns the truth and decides she might as well get it over with. “Well... I saw... It was Fisher.”
Angela practically flies out of her chair in shock. “Fisher?! No way! No way!”
Cam smiles tightly. “That was pretty much my reaction, too.”
But Angela apparently isn’t finished. “There is no way that it’s Fisher. That’s just... That’s completely impossible and I refuse to believe it. You really think it was Fisher? Because I sure don’t. Does he seem like the romantic kind of guy to you, Cam?” She’s actually up and pacing back and forth a bit, agitation written across all of her features. It’s almost endearing, in an odd sort of way.
“Well, no,” Cam concedes, “but I’m not sure what else to think. I most definitely saw him leaving my office and that package was not there when I left for lunch.”
“Maybe he was delivering it on behalf of your secret admirer?” Angela suggests, stopping to face Cam and folding her arms across her chest thoughtfully.
“I considered that, and I suppose it’s still possible...” There is an obvious but in that sentence that she purposely omits. Angela hears it anyway.
“I don’t think it’s Fisher. But you should find out one way or the other. For your own peace of mind.”
A single brow shoots up on her forehead. “And how do I do that?” Cam asks questioningly.
Angela shrugs as if it’s the simplest solution in the world. “You need to talk to him and find out if he’s the one.”
That absolutely does not sound like a good idea, and she decides to share that with Angela.
“But why not?” Angela protests. “You ask him, he says ‘no’, and then you know and don’t have to worry any longer.”
“And what do I do if he happens to say ‘yes’?” Cam demands, because even though she knows Angela is probably right, there is still the slight possibility that it actually is him.
“He’s not going to say ‘yes’. I’ve never been so certain of anything in my life,” Angela tells her earnestly. “Find Fisher and talk to him. It’ll put your mind at ease.”
Cam opens her mouth to protest, but then shuts it again. There is no arguing with Angela when she’s in her determined mode.
“I’ll think about it,” she shares, making to stand up and head back to her office again.
However, before she is entirely off the platform, Angela suddenly seems struck with a thought. “Hey, Cam?”
“Yeah?”
“Who did you think your admirer was? Until you saw Fisher leaving your office, I mean?”
Cam averts her eyes momentarily, fighting the blush she knows is spreading across her face “I’d rather not say,” is all she says, and then hobbles away on her crutches, in spite of Angela’s questioning voice calling out after her.
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Part Eleven