My first Sweets x Cam story. Please review. I know it's short, but I want feedback before I continue.
Sweets sunk in his desk chair, thinking of the current events. Booth and Brennan were back, seeming to enjoy the lab once again. But his fiancée didn't come back with them – and never would return. She chose science over him, chose the jungles over a warm apartment. And there on his desk she was smiling at him from a picture, torturing his inner soul. He was a psychologist – why he was thinking like a depressed patient… that he couldn't solve.
His thoughts were jumbled as Cam walked in, seeming angry… the type of angry that he saw in pissed off serial killers. She stood over his desk, hands clenched on the hard wood.
"I can't stand this, Sweets!" she had a minor growl to her voice, as if someone cracked the most precious bone.
He calmed down and looked at her, "Can't stand what? Sit down…"
"We almost lost a case awhile back because of you, with the Gravedigger. Because both Brennan and Booth see you. Then Daisy and Angela started seeing you – it's frenzy, Sweets!"
"Is this going to take long? Because you really should have made an appointment," Sweets was calm on the outside, but angered in the inside by the rudeness that anyone could come in his office at any given time.
"I don't make appointments. I'm the head of this department! What we're going to do is this – either you hide your information that people do come to you for psychology in the FBI and here at the Jeffersonian, or you find a new job. You got it, Sweets?" She whisked out of the room, her glare making everyone outside the office stare.
