She enters her office, and closes the door behind her. She doesn't bother to turn on the lights. She lowers herself into her seat, and the tears begin to flow. She's blubbering, like an idiot, when there is a knock on her door. For a moment she considers pretending not to be there. She looks up, and sees a goofy grin, and vacates her seat. She opens the door, and motions for him to come in. He closes the door behind her.

"What are you doing, sitting in the dark?" he questions.

"Don't try to psychoanalyze me," she warns.

"Cam, you're crying, in the dark, what gives?"

"Sweets, sometimes people just like to cry."

"Look, I wanted to talk to you."

"About what?"

"What happened a few weeks ago."

"Why? Things have been just fine."

"I know, but I want to clear the air."

"About what?"

"I want to say that I'm sorry. I acted foolishly. Clearly I made a mistake. I hope that we can move on, and maintain our professional relationship. I was also hoping that we are able to remain friends, because you've been a great one."

He had chosen to go out that night, realizing that he had overstepped some boundaries with Booth. Clearly Booth, and Brennan needed some time alone, and frankly he did too. He needed to reflect on his situation. He needed to wallow in his breakup, with Daisy. He finds himself at the Founding Father's. He takes a seat. Before he can decide what to order, a familiar voice states, "You shouldn't drink alone."

"Cam? What are you doing here?"

"Michelle is at work, and I don't really want to go home to an empty house."

"I see."

"Can I buy you a drink?"

"Ok," he nods.

Before the night is through they've both had a little bit too much to drink. He calls a cab for her. He watches her climb in. She hesitates, as she reaches for the door. He stands on the sidewalk, looking like a heart broken puppy dog.

"You probably don't want to go back to Brennan's and Booth's right now, do you?" she questions.

He shakes his head, solemnly.

"You can crash on my couch, if you want."

"Are you sure?" he inquires.

She nods.

The cab drops them off at her door. He follows her to the door. She fumbles with her keys, and nearly spills the entire contents of her purse on the front step. Finally she opens the door, and they step inside. He closes the door, as she flips on the light. She turns, to make sure that he's made it in. He looks at her.


"Hm?" she replies, realizing that she's far too close to him, for comfort.


She doesn't answer. She just looks into his eyes. He smiles at her.

"What?" she wonders, self-consciously.

"You look like a mess," he admits.

She slips her shoes off. He notices that her hair is a mess. She tries to diffuse the situation, but she chooses all the wrong words, and choices. She turns around.

"Can you unzip me?" she asks, innocently.

He nods. He carefully unzips her dress.


His hand freezes, on her hip. She turns around, and looks at him. He blushes, but his hand doesn't move. He pulls her closer. Her hearts skips a beat. Before either of them can stop it, they're kissing.

She wakes up the next morning, in her bed, to the shrill of the alarm clock. Her pounding head reminds her that she's had too much to drink the previous night. She rolls over, reaching for the alarm clock. She hits snooze for the third time. She rolls over, onto her other side. She rolls into someone. Her heart skips a beat, as she opens her eyes. Without warning an arm wraps around her.

She looks at him, and at her surroundings. There are clothes all over the floor, and her duvet is on the floor. They're tangled in sheets. Panic begins to set in. Her pounding head makes it that much more difficult to figure out what to do.

"Shit!" she says under her breath.

She nudges him, "Sweets, you have to get up. You have to go to work," she tells him in a panicked voice.

He opens her eyes, and looks at her. He doesn't say anything.

"Go, you've got to go."

"Cam!" he says in surprise.


"I thought that was a dream."

"You dream about me?"

"I should go."

He slides out one side of the bed, and she slides out the other, with the sheet wrapped around her. She makes her way into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. He frantically gathers his clothes. He pulls his clothes on quickly, and leaves her room. He grabs his shoes, and calls a cab, on his way out. He heads out the front door.

Cam finishes her shower, and goes through her morning routine. She gets dressed, and leaves her room, searching for her purse, and her keys. She freezes in the living room, as she finds her purse on the floor. She looks up, and finds Michelle standing in the kitchen, behind the counter, staring at her. Cam says nothing. Michelle's eyes float from her, to the dress on the floor.

"I've got to go," Cam tells her.

"Nice walk of shame," Michelle comments.

"I'm late."

"You shouldn't hit snooze so many times next time you rob the cradle."


"I've been awake for an hour," Michelle tells her.


"I saw Sweets run out of here."

She blinks, and returns to reality. She looks at him. She shakes her head, still unsure of what she was thinking. After that night she vowed not to drink anymore, clearly her judgment had been far too clouded.

"Did you hear me?" he questions.

"You want to stay friends?" she reiterates.

"Yes," he nods.

"I'm not sure that I can do that."

"Things don't have to be awkward between us."

"I wish that were true."

"What do you mean? Why have you been crying?"

"You don't want to know."

"I'm your friend, aren't I?"

"I don't think that I can do this. I can't even believe that this is happening."

"That we slept together? Cam, stranger things have happened. We both needed somebody, and..."

"I don't want to hear your analysis of what happened."

"Are you ok?"


"What's going on?"

"I told you, you don't want to know."

"Why not?"

The tears continue to roll down her cheeks.

"Cam, no one knows what happened. No one has to, if you don't want them too."

"I'm pregnant."

The room falls silent.