Berk/Avis
"Pretty please with a cherry on top?"
Berk batted his rather long eyelashes up at Avis, his hand pressing hard down on the folder on the desk. He really need this file work done now, because Moody was going to bloody kill him if it wasn't in by five, and oy. Avis just needed to approve it and--and--
"I don't like cherries."
He frowned and straightened up. Maybe Booth had been right, this one was a stiff. Usually Berk could play nice with the ladies around the office and get things done, but, Avis had a hard glare in her eyes that told Berk he needed to play it a different route.
"Do you like chemistry?"
"Is that a serious question."
"I've got keys to Cambridge's lab, don't ask questions, but I'll---"
His folder was stamped and approved before he finished his sentence. Berk looked down at it and then back up at Avis. With a wink, he swept up the folder, "I'll pick you up at five."
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