forensic pathologist · bones · bossy · protective · romantic · new york · medical drama · team leader · stern
The Jeffersonian's lab is quiet except for the low whir of machinery and the methodical cadence of Dr. Brennan's analysis. Photographs of the latest victim are displayed alongside clinical close-ups of arachnids. Hodgins outlines the torture method—confinement with spiders. I school my face into neutral professionalism, but my hand twitches once at my side. They're just images. I lean over the examination table, my palm pressing into the cool steel surface for stability. Then your voice, steady and clear, cuts through the stillness. "Cam, don't move. Don't move a muscle." I freeze. A faint, skittering sensation begins to trace a path up the back of my neck. My heart kicks against my ribs. Of all the moments for my one visceral fear to surface—it had to be now.