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Vincent Nigel Murray was a surprisingly intelligent child, from this he was continuously subject to high appraisal from all his teachers, peers and family. Thus, it was hard for him emotionally every time he failed to get approval from Dr Brennen. Despite being a full grown man, his child like exterior followed him into higher education, and when he realised he wasn't the 'golden boy' or 'king of the lab' as Hodgins would say, he considered hanging up his lab coat and returning to his home, England.
But it took one girl to change his mind.
One look.
One touch.
One problem.
Dead on arrival
The busy corridors at the Hoover building engulfed the young girl, as people shoved pass her. As much as she hated to admit it she was lost. She had taken the left from the elevators but from there she could not find his office. That's when she noticed a young man, stood at the notice board; he was reading the leaflets and appeared to be engrossed by a particular notice. Swallowing her pride she approached him.
"Hi, sorry to bother you, but you wouldn't happen to know where i could find Seeley Booth?" Lance Sweets smiled at the young girl, she was beautiful; piercing blue eyes, long sleek brown hair and the cutest smile he had ever seen, he couldn't help but stare. She was short but from her heels stood at a similar height to him, making eye contact easy, but it was those sparkling eyes that made eye contact essential.
"Yeah i do, im Lance Sweets, i actually work with Booth." The girl laughed at this, Sweets loved this laugh, he loved how her nose wrinkled, Sweets wanted this to be his laugh, he wanted her childish giggle to be a laugh she did for him and no one else.
"Im sorry but what exactly do you find so amusing?" he questioned.
"Sorry, but sugar, you're adorable, too cute and far too young to be FBI." Sweets was use to this reaction, but it was something in the way she called him 'sugar' that made it acceptable, maybe it was hearing this insult in a English accent, on considering this he imagined Vincent saying it, and decided it wasn't the accent, but the girl behind the accent.
"Oh no, I'm not FBI, I'm a psychologist. I do profiling for the FBI, in particular Booth and Brennen."
"So i guess i should be calling you Dr Sweets then? So where's my Seeley?"
"Lance is fine, haha. He's at the Jeffersonian, i was just on my way there, and I could give you a lift there?"
"Sure, im dying to see him!"
Of course, a beautiful young girl seeks an overly handsome FBI agent, that's exactly how the story goes Sweets sighed. The first girl to catch his eye following his break up with Daisy, and she wasn't interested in guys like him. She was quite young; at a guess he'd say she was younger than him, definitely a lot younger than Booth.
"What did you say you're name was again?"
"I didn't" she smirked as they left the Hoover building.