Cam

She couldn’t believe he was gone.

There was so much she wanted to say to him. She had planned on calling him but with work and her father’s death she simply didn’t have the time. She would always tell herself she’d call him tomorrow.

Then the call came in the middle of the night saying he was gone.

Camille looked down at the body of her ex-husband, Senator James Truman. He died in his sleep from an undiagnosed congenital heart defect at 40. He was too young.

Today she had worn all his favorite things. The diamond earrings he had given her for their first anniversary. Her 4.02 ct.  three-stone platinum diamond  engagement ring. The little black dress with strappy heels he had surprised her with on her birthday. Then there was her favorite, and his dog tags. Ten years in the Marines and he still held true to his code of honor.

Her hair flowed along her back. She could almost imagine him tucking it behind her ear before he kissed her left cheek. It was always the left cheek. James believed it was his good luck charm.

A single tear escaped her. She would miss her Jamie.

She had traveled alone back to Seattle alone after taking a leave of absence from the Jeffersonian. She told her friends that she needed a vacation.

Friends They had never felt like her friends. Even Seeley had become distant since his obsession with Brennan began. Her mother was gone, so was her father, and she barely saw her sister any more. No, Camille Saroyan was alone.

“Good bye James.” She whispered as she ran her hand over his silver casket.

Leaving the funeral home she stepped into the overly bright sunny day. Even the sun was against her. Slipping on her Jimmy Choo sun glasses she walked to her rental car.

“Dr. Saroyan?” She turned around to see a hefty, balding man jogging towards her. “I’m sorry Dr. I tried to catch you inside.”

“How can I help you?” She asked patiently.

“My name is Stan Coffman. Senator Truman was one of my best friends. He never forgot you, Camille.” She ignored his use of her first name. “He spent hours talking about you. I’m sorry for your loss. I just wanted to give you this.”

He handed her a plain white envelope.

“He asked that you open it when you were alone and that you consider his request carefully.” He shook her hand and walked off without another word.

Cam stared after him for a moment, wondering what James wanted her to do. It better not be something silly like jumping out of a plane to prove she was still alive. She was alive. She had the broken heart to prove it.

She tucked the envelope in her purse and got into her rental car. She had another week off and she planned on spending it at home.

Alone.

Later

Cam sat in front of her fireplace rereading James letter.

I’m not sure why I’m doing this. I just know that every day that passes I miss you more. I was a fool, Cammie. I put you last. I should have given you the children you wanted. I should have slowed down but I didn’t.

Let me be blunt. I don’t want anyone else to mother my children.

A deposit has been made at the Washington Fertility Clinic. All you need to do is show up Cammie. It’s all been paid for and I’ve set up a trust for you. Neither you nor your children will ever want for anything.

Please Cam, consider what I’m asking,  I feel like I’m running out of time. Remember what your mother said, “God puts you where you need to be exactly when you need to be there.”

If you do this, you’ll never be alone again. You will have the unconditional love you’ve always wanted. You’ll have our child.

Here’s the stock number.

Love you always, James

Cam wiped away the tears that streamed down her face. It was ridiculous. There was no way she was going to have a dead man’s baby. She tossed the letter back into her purse before heading upstairs to her room.

As she went down the hall she looked in the other three rooms.

The one closest to hers could be a nursery. It was a good size. She could get a day nanny to help out. That way she could keep her job.

“No, it’s too impractical.” She whispered to herself as she climbed into bed. Suddenly her phone rang. “Hello?”

“Cammie?”

“Sarah?” Her sister kept the strangest hours.

“I’m at that diner place that Booth likes. Guess what I heard? Guess!” Sarah sounded like a holler monkey when she got excited. “Booth is giving that Dr. Chick his sperm. She’s going to have his baby!”

“God!!!” She slammed her phone down and turned off the light. She thought about James request. It wouldn’t hurt to talk to someone about it.

Jeffersonian

Booth was holding an impromptu meeting while Cam was away. Really it was an excuse to jack off, but they would all say they had learned something valuable from it. They were discussing what to order for lunch when Angela came running in.

“Guys you’re never going to believe this.” She gasped trying to fill her lungs with air. She had just run up four flights of stairs. She was too excited to wait for the elevator. She turned to Booth. “Was Cam ever married?”

“No, why?” He looked at the dark exotic woman. She was sexy, kind of kooky but defiantly sexy.

She held up a news paper and began to read.

“Former wife of Senator James Truman, Camille Saroyan, mourns the loss of her beloved partner.” She squealed. “Cam was married and he was hot.”

She passed the paper to Booth.

“No way. Cam would have invited me to her wedding.” He read the brief article on their marriage. He looked at the black and white photo of Cam in her wedding dress. Her groom stood behind her with his arms wrapped around her waist.  “I knew him. We all attended the same high school. Cam, couldn’t stand him.”

“Well, I guess feelings change.” Angela said looking over Brennan’s shoulder. “Damn she looks good. Look at that rock.”

“Why didn’t she say anything?” Hodgins asked.

“I don’t know but I’m going to find out.” Booth flipped out his cell phone and dialed her number. “Hey Cam, give me a call when you get this please. It’s kind of important.”

“This is not important.” Brennan said.

“Well she won’t call me back if I don’t say it is.” He ran his hand through his hair. Damn! He hated surprises