30A:N/ Thanks for all the great reviews! I know you all hope you know who's gonna show up and interrupt our love birds, but I totally pulled the carpet out from underneath you all! Bwhahah! Enjoy and please if it's not too much, review!
Dis.: Don't own Bones.
When he was a kid, Dr. Sweets loved puzzles. He loved sitting in his basement room for hours, solving and resolving. When he grew into a teenager, he decided that he wanted a career which challenged him like a puzzle. When it came time to pick a major in college, he picked psychology. The human mind and emotions are undiscovered puzzles, and for a guy like Lance Sweets, that was perfection.
He had been working at the Hoover building for almost 3 months when he first saw the young partners. His first genuine observance had been in the F.B.I break room. His office had run out of creamer, so he had snuck upstairs and tried to lift a bottle from that fridge.
Note to self: Never try and steal something in an F.B.I building.
As he neared the almost empty break room, he saw the two partners sitting at one of the few tables. The man had his arm thrown around the back of the woman's chair, in what Sweets identified as a subconscious stance of possession. The woman sipped coffee from a Styrofoam cup, speaking animatedly to the man. Watching the man's face scowl, than shift into a slight smile, nudging the woman with his knee Sweets deduced that the two must be involved in some sort of out-of-work relationship.
No partner smiles at their partner like that.
He briskly walked into the room, clearing his throat, trying to continue observing the pair as he slyly reached into the fridge and clutched the Coffee Mate. As he made it to the door, he made mental note to review the files on the two agents. They were an interesting counter-occurrence to the usual F.B.I partners he worked with. Reaching the threshold of the door, his foot on one side, the man from the pair seemed snapped out of his trance with the woman as he called out to Sweets.
"Hey kid, did you get lost with your field trip or something?"
Sweets rolled his eyes. He knew he was young looking, and he knew that he had the muscular build of a fifteen year old, but did everyone have to always dwell on it? The man had multiple doctorates and had already been engaged once. He wasn't as "kid" like as everyone thought.
"Booth, that's exactly what I'm talking about! That was a prime example of your need to prove that you are virile alpha-male. Apologize to the boy, he is obviously is visiting his father or someone. Though, he shouldn't be drinking coffee at such a young age. It will reduce the calcium in his bones, rendering his height unable to increase. And adding creamer will to nothing to increase it." The woman explained as Sweets wheeled around, cocking his head to one side as he took in the pair once more.
This lady was no F.B.I agent.
"See that kid? The bone Doctor says you should put the creamer back and just back out of the room slowly." Antagonized the male, who Sweets ascertained was called "Booth".
"Booth, I never said that. I was merely explaining the potential dangers that lie with a young boy drinking coffee at such a formative age…" She challenged, her tone changing from one of slight relaxation to defense.
Oh these two were beyond doubt not the usual F.B.I pair.
"Okay, okay Bones. I just don't want a kid stealing our creamer is all." The man whispered in a hushed tone to the woman.
The two were back to their reclusive world, where only one another other existed. Sweets was entirely too intrigued by the pair. He could have chosen then to scamper out of the room like a scared Bunny rabbit with his Coffee Mate, but instead chose to introduce himself.
Clearing his throat he moved towards the table where the two were still bickering. Both were unintentionally close to one another, their faces mere inches from the other. Sweets found himself secretly wishing the two would kiss in front of him so that all his suspicions could be confirmed. But when they finally looked away from one another and took in the young Doctor, the woman rolled her eyes and the man did the same. Both shot quick glances at the other before the woman opened her mouth.
"Can we help you?" She snipped, her tone much different. Whatever the two had been discussing before was evidently very interesting.
"Yea, do you need help finding the bathroom or something?" Booth growled, sipping his own coffee before looking up to see the identification badge clipped to Sweets jacket. Once again he nudged the woman with his knee and motioned with his eyebrows to the badge.
"You work here?" The woman scoffed, subconsciously looking to the man at her right. He at the same time looked to her and the two shared a small and intimate smile before returning their suspicious attention to the young Doctor.
"Yes, my name is Dr. Lance Sweets. I work on floor seventeen. Nice to meet you Agent's…" He told them, placing his hand out to shake.
"I am Special Agent Seeley Booth and this is Dr. Temperance Brennan." Booth told the young man, smiling as he said Brennan's name. The three shook hands across the table.
Then it dawned on him.
This was the set of partners that he had been assigned to work with soon. The infamous Agent Booth and Dr. Brennan. The partners that had one of the best case records in the agency, the partners about whom his secretary gossiped.
The Booth who arrested Brennan's father.
Wow. He was in for quite the sessions with these two.
Just then, Booth's cell phone buzzed and he retrieved it from his pocket. As he listened, he drained the rest of his coffee while Brennan did the same. Clipping his phone shut, he nodded to Brennan and the two began cleaning up.
"Listen Sweets, sorry to cut this short but Bones and I gotta get going. You know the deal, bodies and murders to catch. The usual." Booth explained as he stood and helped Brennan into her thin coat.
"Of course I understand Agent Booth. Good luck." Sweets wished as the two partners rushed from the room.
And he didn't pretend to ignore the free hand that Booth placed on the small of his partner's back, even when the office was clear.
Standing still as stone, Dr. Lance Sweets once more observed his two most interesting patients. The man is young but aged by experience and the woman is younger but more complex. They have no idea that he has been standing in the hospital doorway for the past fifteen minutes.
He watches her wake. He watches her laugh. He watches them smile. He watches them cry. He watches them kiss.
He listens to their whispered names as tears fall and love is understood.
Desperate for one another, the kiss between the two is powerful and moving. Not rushed or panicky, not hiding or secretive.
Clearing his throat so that the two separate, looking abashed and embarrassed as they recognize the doctor.
"May I come in?" Sweets questions, fiddling with his cell phone in his pocket. He so badly wants to text Angela and tell her the good news. But this is the partners news, not his.
"Dr. Sweets," Brennan greets, always the one with the formalities. Her cheeks, through the dirt and grime are tinged with pink. Booth has now moved from his chair to lean against the side of her hospital bed. He clutches her hand, a goofy smile plastered to his face as sad eyes observe her.
"Dr. Brennan, welcome back." Sweets greets the pair, suddenly uncomfortable by the intimacy of the moment. He should have just waited, come back tomorrow when the two weren't finally breaking through four years of unrequited love.
"What do you want Sweets?" Whispers Booth, who is to occupied with petting Brennan's grungy hair than looking up to greet the young doctor.
"I came by to see if you wanted to go home Agent Booth. I came to offer to stay with Dr. Brennan if you wanted to go home and change or something. But now I see that tearing you two apart is like single handedly defeating Gathaer." Sweets answers, smiling at the Doctor as she leans her head back against the pillow and closes her eyes.
"Who the hell is Gathaer?" Booth questions, a smile tugging at his lips.
"He is the level one demon in Dangers and Death, Agent Booth." Sweets answers, completely serious.
"Ahh I see. I don't really find the time to play arcade games anymore Sweets." Booth teases, brushing back a strand of hair from Brennan's face with his free hand. The other still holds hers.
"Oh." Sweets sighs, suddenly aware of how childish his last remark is. He had been working so hard on "adult-ing" it up. Caroline would have been proud, save for the last three minutes.
"Listen Sweets, I appreciate the offer, but I think I'm gonna stick around. In fact, I know I'm gonna stick around." Booth says smiling down at Brennan. That wasn't meant for Sweets at all, and he can tell.
"Of course. Goodnight Dr. Brennan, Agent Booth." He says quietly, backing out the room.
Once he is in the hallway, he chuckles lightly.
He didn't even tell Booth the Dangers and Death is a Wii game.
It's just too cruel to make someone feel old when they've just found true love.
Seriously, who goes to arcades anymore?
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