So basically I just stumbled on this now and I'm willing to admit that I'm never going to finish it, so it only seems fair to offer you guys what I've got.

My sincere apologies and I hope you enjoy!

Zack pulled Amanda into the spare conference room by the hand

They followed the corridor to their left; then, surreptitiously glancing behind them, Zack pulled Amanda into the spare conference room by the hand. He put a finger to his lips, but as soon as their eyes met, they both burst out laughing.

"Oh my God, that was probably the single most awkward thing that's ever happened to me in my life." Zack nodded emphatically as both tried to contain their laughter. "No," Amanda mocked, "I swear we've never met; although, wait a second, we did have that mildly drunken soul-bearing just last night, and rapidly followed by wonderful and enthusiastic sex." Once again they both burst out laughing. Amanda paused, "So, are you ok with us not telling them?"

Zack lifted a single eyebrow in response. "For sure, first of all they're my co-workers, they don't need to know about my sex life, second of all, I think that Hodg-uh-Jack and Booth might both just kill me." Amanda smirked.

"Yeah, I could see them going all macho protective on us." Amanda fidgeted, playing with her fingers uncomfortably. "There is kind of this new development to deal with." She made a vague kind of gesture at the air between them, and he waited patiently for her to elaborate. "I mean, no offense, but last night I never thought that I was going to see you again. And I'm not saying that I'm not glad to have run into you, but we kind of need to know where we stand…" She kind of trailed off unsurely, showing, for a change, her mere sixteen years.

Zack smiled gently and reached out to grab her hands. "Well, if it's ok with you, I'd like to… What I mean is that I like being around you, and not just to discuss semantics." He smiled shyly.

"So… would it be ok with you if we…" Amanda paused again, then plodded on. "Well if we kept having sex but didn't share that with any of our friends?" Zack nodded, fairly emphatically. "Good." Amanda kissed him. "'Cause I think that I like it this way."

Booth laughed heartily as Brennan blushed and poked him in the ribs. "It's really not that funny." She insisted, her brow creased in an embarrassed frown.

"Sure it is Brennie," Amanda smirked, "You just don't want to admit that you caved into peer-pressure and got baked with us."

"Whoa, whoa, let's just pretend I didn't hear that last bit." Booth seemed vaguely concerned that someone might actually hold him to his duties as a federal officer of the law.

Ignoring him, Brennan mumbled grumpily; "You're not even a peer, you were less than half my age."

Jack grinned. "Now if those words in that tone were coming from anyone other than the estimable Dr. Brennan, I would think that they were sulking."

Even redder than before, Brennan ground out her words with slow malice. "So Hodgins, do you want to tell everyone about that time that you got so inebriated at a family gathering that you threw up all over Amanda's father?"

"No! I mean how do you…" Jack trailed off, unable to come up with a suitable excuse.

"Children, children," Cam clapped her hands patronizingly as she grinned and shook her head at them. "As entertaining as this is, we need to order if we're ever going to get back to work."

"Spoil-sport." Amanda muttered, to everyone else's amusement.

Cam glared at her. "It's my job."

"But you looove it," Amanda retorted, "Feeling in charge makes you get all hot."

Everyone turned to Booth expectantly as Cam slapped Amanda lightly with the menu. "I … it's not … I …Waiter!" Booth spluttered.