Lance Sweets stumbled into his office after a particularly interesting case. He felt the shirt clench around his scars on his back reminding him Brennan had seen just that. He fell back on to the couch, not bothering with the pain it caused him. He looked across his desk staring at the picture.
It was of him, and his family. There stood two older adults, each with their share of grey hair. And then Lance, he was about twenty when the picture was taken, and he had on more casual clothes. Next to him, was a girl, she was quite a bit shorter than him. Her brown hair pulled back into a curly ponytail, and her almond colored eyes happily staring at the camera, it was his sister. In between them, was another boy. He had his dark brown hair cut short, his shirt had sleeves rolled up, and attached to his khaki shorts was a container and a duffel bag., he was Lance's brother.
Just as he was about to look away, his phone rang. He dug it out of his pocket to answer it, not bothering to look at the caller ID. "Lance."
The voice was female, shaky and soft. He recognized it immediately. "Carli."
"Lance, you have to get down here now, its, its Derek." His sister cried through the phone. Lance rose from his sofa, and headed for his office door.
"I'm on my way, where are you guys?" He asked, picking his coat and keys from the stand beside the door.
"At the house." Carli whispered.
"Just stay there." Lance whipped open the door,and standing in front of him were his colleagues, Booth and Brennan. Brennan looked concerned, and Booth looked well the same way he always did when he greeted Lance.
"Get out of my way." Lance nearly shouted, bolting for the stairs. All that running had paid off, as he reached his car in the garage in only a two minutes. He drove as fast as he could out of there and to the streets of DC.
He reached the house in less than five minutes, he paid no attention to Booth and Brennan pulling up behind him, and he didn't care. He stormed into the small house to see his sister kneeling over the couch were his brother lay asleep, Lance hoped, beaten up and bruised.
"He just barged in here, and Derek, he just." Carli was attempting to say, Lance put his hand on her shoulder and she hushed herself.
"When did he leave?" Lance whispered.
"He hasn't." Carli managed to say clearly.
Lance looked around the house, and when he felt a sharp pain on his back, he knew he had found him. Lance turned around to meet another punch this time on his face. Lance gripped his jaw and this time swung back, satisfied when the man grunted.
"Sweets!" Brennan called from outside, and he heard Booth kick down the door.
Lance waved his hand out towards the couch, while Brennan obeyed, Lance noticed Booth heading his way. After receiving another punch to the gut, Lance stumbled to the floor. He couldn't quite hear the sounds of his sister's screams.
He felt a kick to the head and his vision started to fade. He watched a blurry Booth start to beat the crap out of the man, as Brennan looked over his brother and attempted to comfort his sister at the same time. Lance stood up, but when he did, he felt once last punch and his head collided with the wall.
The last thing he heard was his sister's cries, and the last thing he saw was the old, evil face of the man that he hated to call his birth father.
