BOOTH'S WORRY
It was one of those days where everything seemed to be going wrong for Booth.
First he and Bones had gotten in a fight. Nothing too serious of course, but enough to put him in a bad mood. Then he spilled coffee on his crotch and the case he was working on seemed to come to a dead end. The suspect who Booth was sure was the killer had a good alibi.
He did not need Sweets telling him all the psychological reason why Booth and Bones might have gotten into a fight.
While Booth and Sweets walked on the sidewalk to Royal Diner he just kept jabbering on about stuff Booth did not want to listen to.
"It wasn't really a fight. Just a little argument. It's nothing, husband and wives argue sometimes. So drop it, okay Sweets?"
They had continued to bicker until Booth snappped and said something. He can't really even remember what he said, just that it insulted Sweets and/or his profession. They walked in silence the rest of the way.
Eventually Booth started to feel bad about what he had done and looked at the young psychologist to apologize for what had done, only to discover he wasn't there.
Booth looked around for Sweets, but found nothing. Thinking that the younger man had just went ahead of him to the Royal Diner Booth kept going. When he walked in he expected to find him in their booth. This was not the case.
He checked all over the restaurant. Nothing.
The big brother instinct had begun to take over Booth and his head was starting to fill with worry. He got out his phone and tried to call Sweets, but it went straight to voicemail. Booth sent him a text and went back outside to try and search for him.
A while later it was beginning to get dark and his phone kept going straight to voicemail. Now Booth was thinking about all the awful things that could've happened to the kid. He could've been mugged, kidnapped, possibly even killed.
When you work in Booth's field your mind has a tendency to go to the worst possible scenario.
Just when Booth was ready to go to Sweets' house he saw a tall form walking towards him with a ruffled shirt, a big lump in his arms, and a big grin plastered on his face.
Sweets.
Seeing that he was okay Booth's worry changed to anger. The kid had him out of his mind! Then he turned to curiosity because what the hell was he carrying?
As Sweets came closer Booth could see that the lump was actually a cat.
"Sorry, I just saw this little guy. He looked so scared and hungry I had to check him out. Then I didn't see you, so I looked for you at the Diner, but you weren't there. I've been out here looking for you actually." Sweets said to Booth, their argument seemed to be forgotten.
Booth wanted to yell at him. He also wanted to laugh a little hysterically. Instead, he had to admit.
The cat was cute.
A/N: My first fanfic woohoo! Yay! I hope people read this. Please review and I will love you forever 3! Sorry if it sucks, I just NEEDED to write a oneshot as my first try to this, so it was a bit forced.
I love constructive criticism, just try to make it sound nice and helpful, not hateful.
Shoutout to SwaggyZebraTW for being awesome and nice. She's a really great author so go check out her stories!
Also while writing this I listened to A LOT of Dayplayer. Ever heard of it? It's John Francis Daley's (Dr. Lance Sweets) band. I really love it so go listen to them!
Byee and thank you so much!