Author's Note: I have to return to hell…er, school on the 5th so I want to get a SSS WIP up to join the rest of them beforehand. I was pleasantly surprised at the response to Refuge and this story will be a sequel to it.

Not only will Zach and Cam be together, there will be change within the Squint Squad. Zach's no longer going to take every little jab lying down. Like he said in the last fic: "I have changed and the status quo is no longer acceptable." No worries, though, I won't take him too far from the adorkable man we all know and love. I'll just…improve him.

Here's chapter one and the "screaming from the rooftops" will commence. It's all coming out…Individual Reactions will begin in Chapter 2.

Disclaimer: "Honestly, it's not mine!"

"It will be fine."

"You don't know that."

"No, I don't but it seemed to be the most appropriate thing to say."

She chuckled and looked at her lover with affection. He was reconstructing a limbo skeleton and she couldn't help but watch his hands. Those hands brushed hair out of her eyes. Those hands spun her around to old jazz as they cleaned her house. Those hands could pin her to a gym mat in 5 seconds flat. Those hands could playfully tag her during their daily runs, prompting a round of kiss and seek. Those hands made her body come alive with passion, always giving freely, never asking for more than she was willing to give.

Those hands were a means of showing how much he loved her.

Many people said that Zach Addy was incapable of feeling any sort of emotion but the last 3 months had proved them wrong. He felt intensely. He laughed heartily, he had a ferocious temper (a man with wandering hands at the movies learned that very quickly), and he had the soul of a poet. He had even written some for her, the words kept in her jewelry box with her most treasured possessions.

He become very dear to her and she no longer felt right if they were apart for more than a few hours. She loved him. She never thought that she'd be able to again but Zach easily stirred those emotions and she was proud of them, even in her anxiety.

Camille Saroyan knew that the time had come to share their bond with the ones they worked with but she was very nervous. She knew how people talked, especially around the Jeffersonian. The last thing she wanted was to damage his credibility and ruin his career before it truly began.

After all, it was pretty difficult to take someone seriously if they were screwing their boss…

Zach finished his task and gestured for her to come closer. When she did, he removed his gloves so he could cup her face. He always did that when he wanted her to really listen to him.

"My mother once told me that no one outside of a relationship can really see what's going on or pass judgment. Now, I know that our pairing is completely unorthodox and even against some basic anthropology principles…"

"What is it with you and Brennan and the wolf pack thing thing?" she asked with amused exasperation.

"It is a very good illustration when it comes to human mating behavior. You are an Alpha female and I am the injured runt bringing up the rear…"

"Zach!" she scolded, hating when he used logic to put himself down.

"…but despite that, our relationship is a good thing, a wonderful thing that has been beneficial to the both of our physical and mental well beings. Our friends will appreciate it after the shock wears off and if they don't, then I will still be with you. Camille, at the end of the day, the opinions of others are meaningless to me. I love you and like a chemical reaction, it cannot be undone."

The shattering of a mug burst their private bubble and Cam saw a very wide eyed Angela Montenegro at the bottom of the platform stairs. Behind her were a slack jawed Jack Hodgins and Seeley Booth. Temperance Brennan was the only one without a dropped jaw but her eyebrows were raised and her eyes almost comically wide with shock.

From the looks of things, they had come in during the "wolf pack" question and Zach had done the rest, outting them in his sweet yet scientific way.

Well, at least she didn't have to make a confession speech. Now, it was just damage control and fielding off prying questions. She was great at that.

Zach dropped his hands away from her face but did not move away. Even after his impassioned words, she could see fear within his gaze, fear of rejection, fear that she would run now that their secret was out.

The fear was unnecessary.

Regardless of their audience, Cam kissed him right on the platform with tongue and teeth, amused at the heat of his cheeks and she knew that their main question was answered.

Yes, they were together and were planning on remaining together with no shame, to hell with anyone else.

They were unrepentant.