From me, an Admirer - Day 9 (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: 1,259
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: This took me way too long to write, but I think it’s a fun chapter. I’m seriously overwhelmed by all the support from everyone! I’m so thrilled that you’re all enjoying this so much. I’m almost sad that it’ll be done after three more chapters *wipes away tears* Anyway, enjoy!
Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six,
Part Seven, Part Eight
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From me, an Admirer - Day 9
At promptly 7:15 am on Monday morning Cam hears her cell phone go off, indicating that she has a new text message. Reaching for her crutches, she manages to exit the bathroom and manoeuvre across the room to the nightstand beside her bed.
She picks up her phone and opens up the message: how r u getting to work? -H
Hodgins. She smiles, sitting on the edge of her bed and texts him back: was going 2 call a cab
A couple minutes pass until her phone beeps again: waste of money. i’m in ur area. b there in 10.
Cam considers protesting, but she knows that it won’t do any good. Besides, she doesn’t really want to fight him on it; she is happy to have Hodgins pick her up for work. Sure beats the hell out of paying $20 for a cab. Though she can’t help but wonder what on earth he could have been doing in her neck of the woods at 7:00 am on a Monday morning.
She texts back: ok thnx. c u then. and proceeds to the kitchen to grab an oatmeal bar, a banana and her coffee before Hodgins arrives. Cam is grateful that she’d woken up at an unholy hour this morning to begin getting ready for work. Having a completely useless foot was incredibly inconvenient, she was beginning to discover, and it had taken her almost twice as long to get ready as it usually does.
There is a knock on her front door almost exactly 10 minutes after Hodgins’ last text, and Cam makes her way over to answer it.
“Ready for work?” he asks with a little smirk, and Cam has no idea how he can be so cheerful this early on a Monday morning. It seems both very much like Hodgins and also very much unlike him at the same time.
She shrugs and manages to pull on her jacket without falling over. “I’m overjoyed,” she deadpans, rolling her eyes. But there is a smile in her voice that he seems to hear.
“You sound better,” he notes as they slowly make their way out to his car.
“Well, I can actually almost breathe properly again, so I consider that progress,” she tells him. A moment later they reach the passenger door and with Hodgins’ help, she’s able to get into the car with little difficulty. He tosses her crutches in the back seat and pulls away from the curb.
* * * * *
“Oh my goodness, what happened, Cam?” Angela is the first person they run (well, hobble) into at the lab, and she looks absolutely shocked.
“I had a fight with the ice on my sidewalk,” Cam tells her with a mischievous smirk.
Angela smiles in return. “I guess the sidewalk won, huh?”
Both Cam and Hodgins laugh at that, and Angela seems to notice him for the first time. He’s actually holding onto Cam’s briefcase and purse, so there is absolutely no doubt that they came into the lab together. Angela glances between them briefly, shooting Hodgins an indecipherable look, before returning her attention to Cam once again.
“I’d ask how you’re feeling, but I assume it can’t be that great considering your current condition,” Angela says sympathetically.
“It’s not so bad, actually. I’ve dealt with worse.” She shrugs nonchalantly, as if it’s no big deal. “I should go put my stuff in the office before I come up to the lab though. I’ll be back shortly.”
And Cam heads off with Hodgins in tow. If he exchanges any sort of look with Angela, Cam doesn’t see it.
* * * * *
She’s barely made it back to her office before Booth and Brennan come charging in.
“So, Cam, here’s the latest...” Booth starts, but stops dead in his tracks upon seeing her. “What the hell happened to you?” he finishes in shock, tone sounding far more concerned than his words would imply.
“You look awful,” Brennan adds helpfully.
“Thanks,” Cam mutters sarcastically.
“That wasn’t a compliment,” she clarifies.
Cam glances at Booth and then at Hodgins, who is fighting back a grin, and decides it’s not worth getting in to at the moment. “I know.”
To Booth she says, “I just fell on some ice. Sprained my ankle, but it’s nothing much to worry about.”
“Oh. Well that’s unfortunate.” And then, “Wait... is that why you called me on Saturday?”
Cam shrugs. “It’s no big deal. You were with Parker.”
“Yeah, but I would have helped you if I knew that was why you’d called in the first place.” He sounds positively incredulous. Cam tries not to roll her eyes.
“It’s fine, Booth. Hodgins took me to the hospital.” And before he can get another word in edgewise, she adds, “Now what was it you wanted to talk to me about?”
* * * * *
The rest of the morning passes by uneventfully. It isn’t until lunch time that Cam realizes she hasn’t received anything from her secret admirer today, and she’s not sure if she is relieved or disappointed by this fact. Even though she’s done nothing to further eliminate people from her list of “suspects,” Cam kind of believes she knows who it is. Or at least she hopes she knows who it is.
She is in the middle of contemplating this idea when she hears a knock on her office door.
“Hey,” Hodgins says as a way of greeting her, strolling into the office before she’s even given him permission to enter. Cam finds that she doesn’t really care all that much.
“What’s up?” she asks him, making to stand.
“I was just thinking you might want some lunch. Are you interested?”
Cam feels something like joy spread through her body, but she does her best to maintain her cool. “Yeah, that sounds good,” she says casually, smiling in spite of her best efforts.
His matching grin is equally as wide, and Cam feels lighter then she has in days, in spite of her current predicament.
* * * * *
When Cam returns for lunch she is met with a somewhat puzzling sight. There is someone coming out of her office. Someone who has no logical reason to be there in the first place.
“Mr. Fisher?” Cam queries, confused. She has no idea what he’s doing coming out of her office, but he looks slightly suspicious.
“Oh, uh, I just stopped by to drop off a report,” he mumbles monotonously. “It’s on your desk.”
“And this couldn’t have waited until after lunch?” she asks, brows raised high on her forehead.
He simply shrugs. “I’ve learned that life is short and essentially pointless. We don’t have much time, so there isn’t much sense in wasting the few meaningless moments we do have.”
And then without another word he saunters away again, leaving Cam to stare at his retreating form in confusion.
She shakes her head to clear the memory and enters her office, immediately heading for her desk to find that report. She’s been waiting for it since late last week and is curious to see what the results will show. But something else catches her eye first. Something sitting on top of the report. It is another box. But it doesn’t appear to have been sent through the mail. However, there is no mistaking the handwriting on the front - it’s from her secret admirer. Who had to have just hand delivered it to her office.
Fisher... Fisher?!
She suddenly has the strong urge to sit down.
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Part Ten
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: 1,259
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: This took me way too long to write, but I think it’s a fun chapter. I’m seriously overwhelmed by all the support from everyone! I’m so thrilled that you’re all enjoying this so much. I’m almost sad that it’ll be done after three more chapters *wipes away tears* Anyway, enjoy!
Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six,
Part Seven, Part Eight
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
From me, an Admirer - Day 9
At promptly 7:15 am on Monday morning Cam hears her cell phone go off, indicating that she has a new text message. Reaching for her crutches, she manages to exit the bathroom and manoeuvre across the room to the nightstand beside her bed.
She picks up her phone and opens up the message: how r u getting to work? -H
Hodgins. She smiles, sitting on the edge of her bed and texts him back: was going 2 call a cab
A couple minutes pass until her phone beeps again: waste of money. i’m in ur area. b there in 10.
Cam considers protesting, but she knows that it won’t do any good. Besides, she doesn’t really want to fight him on it; she is happy to have Hodgins pick her up for work. Sure beats the hell out of paying $20 for a cab. Though she can’t help but wonder what on earth he could have been doing in her neck of the woods at 7:00 am on a Monday morning.
She texts back: ok thnx. c u then. and proceeds to the kitchen to grab an oatmeal bar, a banana and her coffee before Hodgins arrives. Cam is grateful that she’d woken up at an unholy hour this morning to begin getting ready for work. Having a completely useless foot was incredibly inconvenient, she was beginning to discover, and it had taken her almost twice as long to get ready as it usually does.
There is a knock on her front door almost exactly 10 minutes after Hodgins’ last text, and Cam makes her way over to answer it.
“Ready for work?” he asks with a little smirk, and Cam has no idea how he can be so cheerful this early on a Monday morning. It seems both very much like Hodgins and also very much unlike him at the same time.
She shrugs and manages to pull on her jacket without falling over. “I’m overjoyed,” she deadpans, rolling her eyes. But there is a smile in her voice that he seems to hear.
“You sound better,” he notes as they slowly make their way out to his car.
“Well, I can actually almost breathe properly again, so I consider that progress,” she tells him. A moment later they reach the passenger door and with Hodgins’ help, she’s able to get into the car with little difficulty. He tosses her crutches in the back seat and pulls away from the curb.
* * * * *
“Oh my goodness, what happened, Cam?” Angela is the first person they run (well, hobble) into at the lab, and she looks absolutely shocked.
“I had a fight with the ice on my sidewalk,” Cam tells her with a mischievous smirk.
Angela smiles in return. “I guess the sidewalk won, huh?”
Both Cam and Hodgins laugh at that, and Angela seems to notice him for the first time. He’s actually holding onto Cam’s briefcase and purse, so there is absolutely no doubt that they came into the lab together. Angela glances between them briefly, shooting Hodgins an indecipherable look, before returning her attention to Cam once again.
“I’d ask how you’re feeling, but I assume it can’t be that great considering your current condition,” Angela says sympathetically.
“It’s not so bad, actually. I’ve dealt with worse.” She shrugs nonchalantly, as if it’s no big deal. “I should go put my stuff in the office before I come up to the lab though. I’ll be back shortly.”
And Cam heads off with Hodgins in tow. If he exchanges any sort of look with Angela, Cam doesn’t see it.
* * * * *
She’s barely made it back to her office before Booth and Brennan come charging in.
“So, Cam, here’s the latest...” Booth starts, but stops dead in his tracks upon seeing her. “What the hell happened to you?” he finishes in shock, tone sounding far more concerned than his words would imply.
“You look awful,” Brennan adds helpfully.
“Thanks,” Cam mutters sarcastically.
“That wasn’t a compliment,” she clarifies.
Cam glances at Booth and then at Hodgins, who is fighting back a grin, and decides it’s not worth getting in to at the moment. “I know.”
To Booth she says, “I just fell on some ice. Sprained my ankle, but it’s nothing much to worry about.”
“Oh. Well that’s unfortunate.” And then, “Wait... is that why you called me on Saturday?”
Cam shrugs. “It’s no big deal. You were with Parker.”
“Yeah, but I would have helped you if I knew that was why you’d called in the first place.” He sounds positively incredulous. Cam tries not to roll her eyes.
“It’s fine, Booth. Hodgins took me to the hospital.” And before he can get another word in edgewise, she adds, “Now what was it you wanted to talk to me about?”
* * * * *
The rest of the morning passes by uneventfully. It isn’t until lunch time that Cam realizes she hasn’t received anything from her secret admirer today, and she’s not sure if she is relieved or disappointed by this fact. Even though she’s done nothing to further eliminate people from her list of “suspects,” Cam kind of believes she knows who it is. Or at least she hopes she knows who it is.
She is in the middle of contemplating this idea when she hears a knock on her office door.
“Hey,” Hodgins says as a way of greeting her, strolling into the office before she’s even given him permission to enter. Cam finds that she doesn’t really care all that much.
“What’s up?” she asks him, making to stand.
“I was just thinking you might want some lunch. Are you interested?”
Cam feels something like joy spread through her body, but she does her best to maintain her cool. “Yeah, that sounds good,” she says casually, smiling in spite of her best efforts.
His matching grin is equally as wide, and Cam feels lighter then she has in days, in spite of her current predicament.
* * * * *
When Cam returns for lunch she is met with a somewhat puzzling sight. There is someone coming out of her office. Someone who has no logical reason to be there in the first place.
“Mr. Fisher?” Cam queries, confused. She has no idea what he’s doing coming out of her office, but he looks slightly suspicious.
“Oh, uh, I just stopped by to drop off a report,” he mumbles monotonously. “It’s on your desk.”
“And this couldn’t have waited until after lunch?” she asks, brows raised high on her forehead.
He simply shrugs. “I’ve learned that life is short and essentially pointless. We don’t have much time, so there isn’t much sense in wasting the few meaningless moments we do have.”
And then without another word he saunters away again, leaving Cam to stare at his retreating form in confusion.
She shakes her head to clear the memory and enters her office, immediately heading for her desk to find that report. She’s been waiting for it since late last week and is curious to see what the results will show. But something else catches her eye first. Something sitting on top of the report. It is another box. But it doesn’t appear to have been sent through the mail. However, there is no mistaking the handwriting on the front - it’s from her secret admirer. Who had to have just hand delivered it to her office.
Fisher... Fisher?!
She suddenly has the strong urge to sit down.
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Part Ten