The Crossover in the story

by sldlovestv18

The Jeffersonian team has a serial killer and when the physical evidence welds nothing, Booth's leads pull up nothing, and Sweets falls ill, they call in the BAU to help. Turns out Sweets and Spencer had met before. Spencer gets told some things by Sweets and Daisy about their feelings towards eachother and it turns into an adventure to get the two together. Set in season 9. R&R

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

HEY THERE! SO this is a crossover, the first I have ever done, so of course I had help! This story was cowritten by my good friend annoyingantisocial, who just rescently got into Criminal Minds, which is why Emily is mentioned at the begining of this. When we started writing she was only at the start of season 5 and I didn't want to confuse her of make her freak out so I just... planted Emily there, even though she doesn't really do anything.

On that note, this story is very sparce in Rossi and Hotch and a bunch of other characters and for that I am very sorry. We got carried away in writing our favorites and the others got left out. Very sorry.

So, I'm guessing for this one I'm either going to get lots of love or hate for this story so... Read it. Leave a review, please no flames. Enjoy

Disclaimer: Nor Bones or Criminal Minds are owned by me.

Booth peered into Sweets office to see the shrink staring intensely at crime scene photos. They had been working on a new serial killer case, bodies had been found at various stages of decay in a park. Brennan and the team had looked over all five bodies and found nothing besides cause of death. No connection between the victims was to be found. So now, it was up to Sweets to profile the killer to help Booth catch a lead.

"Hey, Sweets."

"Huh?" Sweets blinked up, looking around woozily before finding Booth a moment later. "Hi Booth..." The psychologist sighed, pinching his nose as he leaned back, looking paler than usual.

"Anything?"

"No... This guy is either clever or the most unorganized serial killer on the planet." Sweets sighed, leaning back in his seat further, sinking into it. "Can't think straight..." He breathed to himself.

"What was that?" Booth asked, quirking a brow as he moved further into the office. The lamp gave poor lighting for making any good guesses, but the agent knew rtain something was off.

"Wha-Nothing..." Sweets shook his head, sitting up too quickly and nearly falling from the chair.

"Woah, Sweets, what is wrong?" Booth asked, rushing over to his shrink friend.

"Nothing, low- um, low blood sugar probably." Sweets rubbed his face as he steadied himself. The room was starting to spin.

Booth snorted, and unable to ignore the fact Sweets looked like a sick toddler in a suit, pressed his wrist against the younger man's forehead. "You're burning up!" Booth squawked, and Sweets shook his head slowly.

" 'M fine. It was a long day." Sweets' words were getting slower. "I've been warm since, like, noon. No big deal."

"There's a thing going around Sweets." Booth was falling dangerously close to worry now. "Fever. Headache, stomach ache, dizziness. It lasts almost a week."

"Jones had it last week, right?" Sweets said, trying to change the subject, and not realizing he was failing miserably.

"Didn't you have a session with him last week?"

"Did I?"

"Don't play stupid, Sweets, it doesn't fit you." Booth crossed his arms at the woozy man.

"No... I can't remember..." Sweets slurred before falling over to the ground. Booth hollered out, catching catching the attention of another agent.

"Get !"

"Where...?"

"My office!" He growled and the agent nearly fell over when he began running.

"Have you eaten today?" Booth asked Sweets, lifting him up a bit.

"No...coffee...didn't...sleep." Sweets mumbled yawning. "Case."

"When'd you last sleep?"

"Tuesday?"

"Its Thursday!"

"I... Dun think soooo..." Sweets shook his head, seeming to look through Booth and not at him. "It's cold... It's cold in her'..."

"BONES!" Booth hollered out the door as of that would make her come faster. Sweets glared sleepily at him.

"Sh, m' head..." Sweets huffed, trembling now. "It hur's. Since yesterday."

"Sweets, don't talk now." Booth patted his shoulder before shouting for Brennan again.

"What's wrong?" Brennan asked as she rushed into the room. Her eyes widened at the scene that greeted her.

"He fell over." Booth said, backing away. He knew the drill.

"Vertigo." She mumbled, already checking vitals. "Help me get him to the car. Medical treatment would be best."

"What's going on bones?" Booth asked, bending to pull Sweets up. "I mean he was pale all day but..."

"Lack of nutrition along with this type of aggressive virus means it spread faster throughout his body."

"Damnit, Sweets, why didn't you just eat something and stay home like a normal person?" Booth said as he lifted Sweets up by carrying him over his shoulder, Sweets simply mumbled back.

"We should get him there quickly." Brennan said, feeling Sweets forehead. Booth grunted his agreement, nearly lifting the young man off the floor.

"He's heavy for a twig." The agent grumbled, heading for the elevator.

"You've seen him naked, Booth, I've seen him shirtless, I think we can agree that while he isn't like you or Hodgins, Sweets has decent muscle mass and muscle is-"

"I get it, Bones." Booth blushed, brushing off the horrible memory of naked Sweets from his mind. The agent around them stared at the couple as they carried the shrink to the elevator.

"Aye!" The Canadian agent that Booth actually liked, grudgingly, shouted. "Is the Doc alright?"

"He's suffering from severe vertigo due to a head fever and lack of nutrition-"

"Were taking him to the hospital." Booth cut in.

"Oh, well I hope he'll be alright."

"He'll be just fine." Booth nodded.

"I'm the prettiest Pumpkin at the fair..." Sweets slurred.

"Probably."

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"Hello, Agent Booth, meet Agents Prentiss, Morgan, JJ, and Dr. Reid. I'm Agent Hotchner." Hotch shook Booths hand.

"Thanks for coming, I appreciate it."

"May I ask why you waited to call us in?" Hotchner moved with a kind of threatening grace Booth envied. "It would've been better if we had been informed sooner."

"Yeah well," booth sighed, looking at the board. "We had a profiler on it, the best here, but he got sick."

"Sick?" Morgan snorted, and Booth tried to dislike him. It was harder than he thought. "Can't work from home?"

"Doctor Sweets was infected with a severe and aggressive strain of a recent flu." Brennan explained, voice colder than usual. "He's experiencing extreme vertigo, and is having trouble seeing. Let alone profiling a murderer."

"I'm sorry about Morgan, he can be a bit brash at times." Hotch said.

"I can be brash!?"

"Agent Reid and I will be going to see Dr. Sweets in the hospital to see what he was deduced so far, Prentiss and Morgan will go with Dr. Brennan to learn more about the bodies." Hotch said in his strong leader voice.

"I'll go with you." Booth returned, the same tone surprising the other team. "Need to make sure he isn't still trying to work when he can't even sit up." Booth gave a rueful smirk.

"Sounds like someone I know." hotch said, glancing at the twig of a man behind them. Booth snorted at that, gaining something he decided to Hotchner's version of an 'I am amused' face.

"You said this profiler, his name is Sweets?" Reid asked, tilting his head.

"Yeah, why do you ask?"

"I knew someone with the last name Sweets, but I doubt it's the same person. It's an interesting coincidence, though. We should get going."

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"Angela, I fine!" A weak voice sounded from the hospital room.

"No you aren't, you can barely talk let alone sit up so stop moving!" Lance struggled to no avail, every time he righted himself the world would tip and tilt and ring until he fell back over, feeling as if he were doing cartwheels in a funhouse spiral.

"I gotta work..." Sweets coughed, opening his mouth to reply but being stopped by a cold tingle over his skin. "I'm gonna-" Angela had been here everyday for nearly a week, so she grabbed the bucket. Sweets emptied his stomach before flopping back with a groan.

"Hey, Sweets, we have some guests for you to talk to you about the case." Booth walked in smoothly.

"No, no, he is healing." Angela asserted.

"Angela, it'll take just a minute and it's a federal matter." Booth said as the two other agents entered.

"What?" Sweets' face was buried in the pillow. "Who?"

"The BAU from, they're-"

"You called in other profilers?!" Sweets said, sitting up to quickly and tumbling into Angela's lap. He whined pathetically, making the artists eyes tear in sympathy. "I was working on-"

"Lance Sweets? Is that YOU?" Reid blinked rapidly, and everyone-except Sweers-whipped around to stare at him. Sweets flailed like a newborn fawn, brown eyes squinting painfully to make the world hold still.

"Spencer?" Sweets said unsurely, "Spencer Reid?!"

"Yeah, it's me! You work for the FBI?" Spencer asked, walking up to the shrink.

"Yeah, I do, YOU work for the FBI?"

"Yeah, man."

"It's been-" Sweets had a coughing fit. "So long since we talked!"

"I know, I got busy."

"Clearly."

"Well look at you, an FBI psychologist. Never would have thought." Sweets teased.

"Me either."

"I need an explanation!" Booth said and Hotch nodded in agreement.

"What?" Both men looked at their superiors, nearly the same look on their faces. Except Sweets was looking a little to Booths left.

"Which Booth is real?" Sweets mumbled.

"The one on the right." Spencer said and Sweets looked at Booth.

"Thanks. What are you talking about, Booth?"

"You two know each other?" Booth asked, looking confused.

"Oh yeah," Sweets smiled. "Almost went to school together."

"I found Lance wondering around the Caltech campus all alone and felt empathy for him because he was 14 and I myself was nearly 17. I helped him as he visited a campus." Spencer smiled. "Looking back, I should have kept better track of him, Lance was a troubled teen."

"Spencer." Sweets cleared his soar throat, his already red cheeks flushing darker so her was nearly purple before looking at Spencer. "So the BAU? What's it like? That's the dream job." His tired eyes sparkled.

"Amazing." Reid smiled, "interesting, and well gory, of course."

"I remember the first time I actually saw a murder victim in person, I nearly vomited." Sweets said before yawning. "His... His stomach has being removed by one of my friends... It was wicked... Wicked nasty." Sweets hazily rubbed an eye.

"Was that the Gormagon case?" Reid asked enthusiastically. Sweets nodded, giving a small smile. "The profile was very impressive."

"Thanks, I was a newbie back then..." Sweets smiled before yawning yet again.

"Can you guys go? It's time for him to nap." Angela said, looking over Sweets in a motherly manner.

"I can take over your spot here, Lance and I can catch up, maybe talk about the case when he feels up to it." Spencer looked to the protective woman then his superiors.

"I dunno..." Angela bit her lip, eyes on Booth. He looked to Sweets and her eyes followed.

"I wanna talk to Spence." Sweets mumbled, sounding like a child.

"Dr. Sweets clearly isn't in any state to give us information, you can stay here intill he is." Hotch said, almost smiling at the end. "If it's okay with Mrs. Montenegro, that is. Agent Booth tells me you're an artist, maybe when I get to the Jeffersonian to check on my agents you could show me some art. You should talk to Agent Rossi when he arrives, he is a rich novelist."

"Then he should talk to Brennan." Angela sighed, standing up and peering down at Sweets. "Alright, fine, but only cause he looks pathetic. Stop puppy eyeing me." She scowled through her smile at Sweets. "I'd be happy to show you my art, Agent Hotchner, also I do want to meet the famous BAU."

"Get Agent Rossi's autograph for me." Sweets said, settling into bed and Angela glared at him again, still smiling.

"Don't kill him, Angela, they need him." Booth teased.

"Fine fine..." Angela started to walk away.

"Mrs. Montenegro?" The small voice of Dr. Reid called after her, she turned to tilt her head at him. "It is just the flu, right?" And in that moment Angela resigned herself to loving yet another puppy-shrink.

"Yes but baby boy shrink here didn't eat or sleep for two days so he nearly died and scared the crap out of us all."

"I love my work, bite me." Sweets breathed out tiredly.

"Lance if you don't eat or sleep you won't be alive to DO your work." Reid scolded like an older brother, mouth a thin line and the younger man blinked up at him.

"Would it help if it was sorta an accident?" Sweets offered the older man. Reid's shoulders lowered an inch, his face considerate.

"I've done that," he agreed. "But I never got horribly ill afterward."

"Does the not eating or sleeping happen a lot for you guys too?" Angela whispered to Hotchner.

"Frighteningly often." He replied, still squinting at the two men.

"What you thinking, profile man?" Booth whispered to Hotch, watching the young men as well.

"About the case or our coworkers?" He replied, barely glancing at the other agent.

"Coworkers." Booth said,scrutinizing the young men still, but not like Hotch. "They're very similar, though your sweets was abused as a child. Reid abused drugs in the past, and Sweets had a stint with...something in his teens." Hotch scrutinized them. "Both geniuses, obviously, but Reid has taken an older brother role almost immediately. Oddly because he is treated as a younger sibling by most of my team. I believe together they will make a very impressive profiling unit, though."

"You got all that?" Booth raised a brow. "Respect. Yeah, I think Sweets might have smoked pot when he was into that Death Metal crap. It makes sense though, Reid looked over Sweets when they first met so he would be more welcome to a big brother roll." Booth rubbed his chin. "You gotta point about the profiling thing- what, how do you know about Sweets' abuse?"

"His robe," Hotchner nodded at the young man. "Leaves little to the imagination. I can make out a few of what appear to be whip scars. I know its abuse based on the evidence of his past, people don't go after a high without a reason."

"Good point. Then here's another question, what made your nerd get addicted?" Booth asked, quirking a brow.

"He was...kidnapped." Hotchner cleared his throat. "Drugged, but couldn't quite drop the habit."

"Jesus... It sucks when that happens. The kid seems to have recovered well, though, he in NA?"

"Yes, he's been doing very well." Hotchner nodded, "And Sweets? First time malnutrition has affected him so much?"

"That I know of..." Booth sighed, hands on his hips and head low.

"You think it isn't."

"He was in a really tough foster home as a kid... Plus he tends to be forgetful about things like food when he has something important going on." Booth said, watching as Sweets asked Angela to get something from the table next to him and Angela pulled out a face mask. Reid smiled at it before taking it and putting it on.

"Time to go, guys." Angela said, walking up to the men.

"Call me when he's coherent." Hotch said at the same time Booth said, "Call me when he wakes up." Reid blinked at them before giving a short nod.

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"Okay, so this my office." Angela said, leading Hotch into her office before seeming a bright blonde woman in there, looking into her computer room before turning to them. "Who are you?"

"I'm Penelope Garcia. I heard we were going to be working with you guys and I HAD to come. Your computer system is legendary." The woman grinned brightly at them. Angela blinked, looking at her polka dot dress and furry hair clips before grinning right back.

"Oh we're gonna get along just fine." Angela said, crossing to the system. "Angela Montenegro." She held out her hand, which Penelope took.

"I know, I'm practically a fangirl." She replied, and Angela laughed.

"You're the BAU's tech goddess, right? I've read about you." Angela chuckled and Garcia nodded.

"Yup, and may I say your system is even more gorgeous in person. I know some of the programming is out dated but..." She leaned in and whispered. "I could totally design you something if you want, under the radar? It's sorta my specialty." Angela glanced at Hotchner, who was squinting at one of her paintings then turned back.

"Only if you let me help?" She whispered back, and Gracia's ever present smile grew as she nodded.

"These paintings are very interesting, though the styles and tone change drasticly between paintings. What happened to make you start drawing things like this." Hotch pointed to the unicorn painting.

"Got married, had a baby." Angela smiled. He nodded, some kind of recognition in his eyes and a little tilt of his lips, before the stoic leader was back in place.

"Hey, Hotch, where is Reid? I thought he was with you." Garcia asked, tilting her head. "Where my boy genius?"

"At the hospital with Dr. Sweets," Hotchner said, "They knew each other, apparently."

"I've started to assume all boy geniuses know each other." Angela said, picking up her tablet and starting her machine. Garcia practically jumped into the air.

"My precious 187 has a friend?" Garcia grinned. "Why didn't you take pictures? This is something I have to see."

"Garcia." Hotch asserted.

"Don't worry, we'll visit later." Angela whispered to the other woman and she nodded.

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Reid watched as Sweets stired from his sleep. The sick man started to cough and smacked his dry lips together as he woke up, his cheeks still flushed with sickness. Reid sat down the dull novel he'd found, the third one he'd read already, and kept his focus on Sweets.

"Wa'er…" Sweets coughed, eyes barely slitting open. Reid nodded silently, leaning forward and putting the glass the nurse had left to Sweets mouth. Sweets glared at him, ineffectively, and sipped. "Can...do it..myself."

"I doubt that." Spencer smiled, sitting the cup down. "So, how many degrees did you end up accumulating?"

"Four. Two doctorates." Sweets smiled tiredly. "And... You?"

"Five. Three Doctorates." Spencer smile back before frowning. "And... And your parents...?" Sweets glanced away, sighing deeply.

"Gone, right before I joined the FBI." He said, Reid pursed his lips.

"I'm sorry." Spencer said.

"It's fine, they were old, suffering... I'm fine now... Really..." Sweets said, closing his eyes but not sleeping. Reid sighed, leaning back with his arms crossed.

"I put her in an institution." Spencer said after a moment.

"Good," Sweets mumbled, eyes still closed. "She's safer there."

"She was so angry…"

"Does she even remember you put her there?" Sweets asked.

"Sometimes she does, other times she doesn't." Spencer whispered. "She seems to have forgiven me, but..."

"I think," Sweets shifted, groaning with the movement. "You haven't forgiven yourself, which will make it seem as if she hasn't forgiven you."

"Psychological projection." Spencer sighed, giving Sweets a dark look. "Don't analyze me."

"Sorry, habit…" Sweets mumbled, shrugging. "But I'm right."

"I know." Reid sighed.

"I suppose you have to talk to me about the case now..." Sweets coughed, fighting back his need to vomit.

"I'd like to," Reid leaned forward. "But you don't look up to talking much."

"Work-"

"Can wait." Reid lifted the novel he had set down. "How about I read you this for awhile. The doctor's say you will be well enough to leave by tomorrow. We can talk after lunch."

"I won't be able to go to work for another week." Sweets mumbled before rolling onto his side and grabbing a pan before dry heaving over it.

"I know, but if they're letting you go home it means something." Reid leaned back, crossing his legs. "Mom read to me when I was sick."

"Mine….too…." He huffed, before flopping back to look at Reid. "Only a chapter, we need to talk about the case."

"After lunch, you need nourishment before you do any heavy thinking." Reid said. "Judging from the dry heaving, you have emptied yourself of food already. Should I call the doctor?"

"No... No..." Sweets shook his head. "Just... Read, for now."

"Alright, this boks called 'The Fault in our Stars'." Reid said, clearing his throat.

"Wait, seriously? Like the famous movie?"

"It's a movie?"

"Yeah, dude...oh my God you haven't changed." Sweets laughed, motioning for Reid to continue reading. Reid continued on intill Sweets slowly fell back asleep.

He sat the book down and looked at his friend and tilted his head. Lance had changed, grown so much since he had seen him last. He also saw the scars. Lance hadn't told him about those. It made his stomach do something funny, almost as if he too had gotten sick. Lance was a genius, just like him, and a genius in the foster system...It would've been horrible.

"Who are you?" A voice asked and Reid turned to see a young woman with a ponytail at the door with a card and a balloon in hand.

"Dr. Spencer Reid." The Agent got to his feet, stretching out his hand. "With the BAU, I'm an old friend of Lance's." The girl took it, shaking the hand with a surprisingly tight grip.

"Daisy Wick," She paused, glancing at Sweets. "We were engaged."

"Not anymore, I take it?"

"No, but we are still friends." She tied the balloon down. He eyed her speculatively, profiling brain working faster than common sense.

"Still sleeping together?" He asked, making Daisy flail and turn around.

"NO." Daisy squeaked. "Not after the second break up, I would never! At least, he wouldn't. After the breaking off of the engagement he decided he didn't want to have casual sex and I would never violate that." She wasn't looking him in the eye. Reid nodded, deciding to drop it for now.

"Are you working the serial killer case?"

"Yes... But I heard Lance was sick so I wanted to visit him." Daisy said as she sat the card on the side table and reached over and touched Sweets face softly. Reid looked away to give a semblance of privacy.

"Are you an intern?"

"Yeah me and one other are working with Dr. Brennan."

"Must be amazing." Reid said, looking at the ground.

"It is... Dr. Reid, have you ever wanted someone one way, but if you acted on it you would lose them entirely?"

"No, I don't believe I have..." Reid sighed, tilting his head at her. "I do know people who have."

"Did they do it? Did they cross the line?" Daisy asked looking up at him with large eyes.

"Usually they couldn't help it." He nodded, looking down at Sweets.

"I love Lance the friend... But I have to admit I miss Lance the lover." Daisy sighed, stroking Sweets hair. "Does that make me a horrible person?"

"Love is one of the-uh- most difficult emotions to move on from." He said, sitting back on his chair. "The chemicals in the brain that fire are somewhat addictive."

"I feel that." Daisy chuckled. "But does it make me bad? Lance seems to have moved on."

"He may have," reid tilted his head. "But the lance I knew would never let love go completely."

"I have to get going... Maybe you could talk to him for me?" Daisy bit her lip hopefully.

"I'll try." Reid nodded, giving her a little smile.

"Thanks." She said before stealing a kiss to Sweets' forehead and leaving. Spencer went back to staring at Sweets. His old friend came with many new questions about the younger man.

"Did..." Sweets mumbled, barely awake. "Did they kiss?"

"What?"

"Hazel and Augustus? Did they kiss?" Lance sighed.

"Lance... How long have you been awake?" Spencer asked, looking in the direction Daisy left.

"Not...long." He rubbed his eyes. "I saw Daisy leave."

"Did her kiss wake you?" Spencer asked.

"She kissed me?" He mumbled, blinking. "Wait...yeah maybe, I dunno the world look like...the mystery mobile."

"From Scooby doo?"

"You get that reference!" Sweets sighed, smiling fondly at his friend.

"My godson loves cartoons."

"Awesome... But yeah, Daisy kissed me?" Sweets looked confused now.

"On the forehead."

"Why... Why would she do that?" Sweets rubbed his face. Reid stared openly at him, completely astonished.

"Don't you read body language?"

"Yeah…?"

"Then," Reid shook his head, sighing. "You'll figure it out, and yes, Hazel and Gus kissed."

"Good for them." Sweets smiled before frowning and looking uncomfortable. He soon started to try to get up against his body's protests. "Spencer, help me get up. I need to go to the bathroom."

"Don't you have a bed pan?" Spencer complained, trying to push him own. "It's a bad idea, you're still dehydrated."

"I'm tired of the bed pan! It's embarrassing." Sweets huffed in agitation, squirming to get up. Reid groaned, but tried to pull the younger man up.

"You-Ermph!-know th-that...I am-Ah!-not extraordinarily strong, right?"

"Yeah, but together we can do th-Oh shi-is!" Sweets pulled them both onto the bed, causing the machines to whir and scream and the men to giggle like children. "The nurses will get here any second now."

"What's wrong it here?" A nurse came in, as if on cue.

"Nothing, I was trying to help my friend out of bed, he has to go to the bathroom." Spencer said, crawling out of the bed.

"Yeah, so would you help us here?" Sweets before his stomach made a gurgling sound and he groaned. "Like now?"

"Mr. Sweets, you have a bedpan."She chided, looking surprisingly like a mother with her arms crossed and brow drawn.

"Doctor." Spencer piped up in a soft tone. The nurse turned to look at him, eyebrows raising now. "Dr. Sweets…"

"Oh! My apologies," She blushed softly, then turned back to Sweets. "Well Dr. Sweets, staying in bed is best."

"I don't want to use the bedpan-" another gurgling sound. "-geez- come on, please! Help me up!" Sweets fought his dizziness to try to get up. The nurse-whose name tag said Nurse Rosie- sighed and looped an arm around him.

"Hey puppy eyes, help me?" She said to Reid, who nodded once and mirrored her movement.

"Nurse Rosie?" Sweets asked, squinting at her Winnie the Pooh print scrubs. "Aren't you a children's nurse?"

"They sent me up here, said it's be better for you." She said, trying to move him off the bed slowly.

"Why on earth would they do that!?" Sweets pouted before groaning as he was slid of the bed. "I'm not a child!" More gurgling. "Ah- hurry hurry hurry."

"You're potty dancing." She said with a teasing smirk, "And I think maybe it was the illness. It's more prone to children."

"Jones had it!"

"Just telling you what I know, darling."

"Whatever, now come on, or you'll be cleaning feces off the floor, you won't be laughing then." Sweets squirmed as he tried to move foreword. "Hurry, hurry!" Rosie shared a look with Reid and began walking him towards the bathroom that was a little bit down the hall from his room. "Thank you!" Sweets said as they reached the bathroom. "Now just sit me down and I'll call when I'm done, but- uh... Put some distance between you and the door alright?" Sweets looked supremely embarrassed. Rosie covered her mouth to prevent laughing, but Reid looked unfazed. The nurse began leaving, but Spencer didn't move.

"Come on, puppy eyes." She gripped his arm, tugging him towards the door.

"Go, Spencer, come on." Sweets whined and squirmed from his spot on the porcelain throne. "I gotta G-GO. Some privacy, yeah?"

"Alright!" Spencer said walking out with Rosie.

"What's got you all pouty, puppy eyes?" Rosie asked as they shut the door behind them.

"Hm? Just thinking..."

"Do a lot of that don't you?" Rosie said, looking up at him.

"Yeah."

"Care to share what has your brainy bits all clogged up? You worried about your friend?" She asked.

"Yes," he nodded, feeling worryingly safe with the woman. "Not just now, his past too."

"Don't know as much about him as you thought?"

"Something like that." Spencer sighed. "Plus, I think he needs to stay in the hospital a little longer. He can't walk on his own yet. He needs to stay, but..." He sucked his teeth.

"He wont..." Rosie bit her lip and looked at him. "I've the next few days off, boss made me, I could keep an eye on him. Not the first home visit I've done, used to be my job actually."

"Lance won't have any of that. I'll have to get the doctor to keep him her without him knowing it was me." Spencer ran a hand through his hair.

"Right."

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"We are here, Reid, you said Dr. Sweets is ready to talk?" Hotch walked in with the rest of the team to see Reid and Sweets eating lunch.

"No I don't actually-"

"Yes," sweets put down his spoon. "Yes let's talk."

"Lance, you have to eat." Spencer scolded.

"Do I reaalllyyyy?"

"YES." Reid said, putting spoon back in his hand.

"But I'm not hungry anymore, I wanna work!" Sweets pouted at him with pleading eyes.

"I don't care. You cannot work if you do not eat." Spencer shot back, eyes hard. "It'll effect how well you do."

"You're not my mom!"

"Then stop acting like a child." Spencer shrugged and Sweets glared at him.

"I can work AND eat, okay? Let's do that. I wanna figure this thing out." Sweets sighed, sipping his soup. "Are you going to introduce your friends?" Reid glared at him another moment before starting to point out the team.

"JJ. Morgan. Prentiss. And you know SSA Hotchner." Reid said, glancing to make sure Sweets understood.

"Uh don't forget me!" A blonde piped up from the back, standing beside Angela. "I'm the glue that holds them together, the brilliant, and the beautiful Penelope Garcia." She smiled like sunshine and Sweets laughed.

"That's the one I told you about, that's Sweets." Angela smiled.

"Oh, he's even cuter in person, he's like a puppy! And I could just eat cereal out I those dimples!" Garcia clasped her hands together.

"Nice to meet you." Sweets chuckled before starting to cough. Garcia made an unhappy face, and Reid stared at him like a mother hen, frowning.

"Oh look at my new baby, all sick!" Garcia signed, flailing a bit.

"Why am I everyone's baby?" Sweets pouted. "Can we please just finish this profile before my after lunch nap? Please?"

"Okay, what do we know?"

"Killer has no signature or gender preference, he has killed two men and three women that we know of." Sweets sighed before eating more soup.

"Weapon?" Hotch asked, sitting down.

"Varies. But the victim always is missing their left ring finger."

"That could be the signature, that's what's important to him." Morgan said.

"So what is special about the left ring finger?" Garcia blinked at them all, looking lost.

"A message?" Reid suggested.

"A reference to their own marriage?" Sweets suggested sleepily.

"Perhaps the unsub's wife has left him and when he sees people who appear to be cheating or abusive it triggers his need to kill." Hotch nodded.

"We should... Expand the search area for more-" yawn. "More bodies. That way we can get a better timeline, maybe more evidence." Sweets rubbed his eyes.

"Good, now everyone go. It's time for Lance to rest." Spencer said, taking up the bowl of empty soup.

"Can't I stay just a bit longer to watch my new baby?" Garcia crooned.

"Trust me, you don't want to. He farts in his sleep." Spencer said plainly and Sweets glared at him.

"I can take it." Garcia smirked, "You guys aren't the most fresh smelling group either."

"Sorry." Sweets blushed, looking extremely embarrassed now by the turn in conversation. "I haven't had a good shower since I've been here."

"Reid forgets basic hygiene at least once a month." Prentiss said with a playful smile.

"GO." Spencer said, looking like a mother hen. "He needs to rest if he is going to recover."

"I'm staying, sweet cheeks, I can work from here." Garcia patted her laptop.

"Fine, but the rest of you," Reid flapped his hands to make them leave. "GO!"

"You have to work eventually, Pretty Boy." Morgan chuckled as they all left. Garcia went and sat by the bed and soon Sweets was resting again, breathing heavily through his mouth because of his clogged nose which made him snore.

"Sooo... You going to tell me more about your friend?" Garcia grinned. Reid glanced at her, sighing heavily.

"Lance Sweets," Reid said, crossing g his arms with his thumbs up. "Is an old friend I met nearly a decade ago. We were close for a while."

"Oh sweetie, you know I want more detail than that." Garcia smirked. "You are hovering over him like a new mother. Spill."

"When I met him I thought...well he reminded me of myself." Reid said, "He was like a brother. He was staying on campus for a week and I just sorta..." Reid shrugged, lost for a proper word.

"You bonded with him." Garcia smiled. "Tried to stay in touch when he left. How old was he when you met?"

"14." Reid said, "I kept up with him after we lost contact, reading and research. He was abused in foster care."

"By his foster father when he was like four!" She exclaimed, pointing accusingly. "You had me pull that file when I started!"

"I don't remember doing that." Reid smiled, straitening Sweets gown and blankets.

"Oh yeah Mr Eidetic memory." She laughed, looking at them fondly. "Hes lucky to have met you then. It would've been hard."

"He has scars, he didn't tell me about them before." Spencer said in a very low, soft voice that portrayed light betrayal.

"He was 14, probably small right?" Reid nodded mutely. "Awkward, lanky, and a genius? Scars would've made it even worse. I doubt he told anyone."

"But... I wasn't anyone. I was his friend, I mean, told him about my mother." Reid looked at her with his puppy eyes.

"Oh sweety pop." She breathed, wrapping an arm around him. "Sometimes people think they're too broken for anyone to care about, and if they show their cracks they'll lose people."

"He wouldn't have lost me, I was different." Reid leaned against her, being uncharacteristically touchy.

"He was a just a kid then, 187." Garcia replied softly.

"Do you think...maybe he'll tell me more about himself now?" He asked, pressing his lips together in a pout.

"Maybe, Hun." Garcia gave him a squeeze.

"I found he was engaged for awhile to, isn't that nice?" Spencer gave a small smile.

"Who was the lucky lady?"

"An intern named Daisy." He said softly, "She's very peppy, but cares about him deeply."

"What's wrong with pep?" Garcia pulled away some, mocking offense. "I'm peppy! I'm full of pep!"

"And that is what makes you great." Reid smiled. "She still loves him though, she tries not to, you can tell she is trying but..."

"Ah, loves hard that way." Garcia pages his shoulder. "They'll work it out, I'm sure."

"Yeah, but he doesn't seem to notice her feeling from what I've seen." Reid said before chuckling. "But that is just like him, really." He gave a small smile. "He's grown so much, though."

"I'm sure you have,too." She smiled. "Since I've known you you've grown up."

"True." Spencer nodded.

"What're you talkin... Bout?" The tired voice of Sweets sounded. "Sorry ta... Ta interrupt. Can't sleeps..."

"Have you been awake the entire time?" Reid's eyes were wide. Garcia was looking between them in confusion.

"Angela will be here soon." She blurted.

"Wasnt she here earlier?" Sweets looked at them with bleary eyes. "What... What was ya talkin bout, Spence?"

"She left for coffee." Spencer said, sitting away from Garcia.

"M'kay... M'kay..." Sweets yawn and rolled onto his side. "Ughhhh... My brain 's... Fuzzily..."

"That happens before a fever breaks." Reid said.

"His fever has broken three times before." Angela smiled as she walked in. "He talking all loopy?"

"M not loopy!" Sweets protested, frowning. "Youre loopy. All of you...what's loopy mean?"

"Close your eyes, sweetie." Angela patted his shoulder and he complied, rolling back over. "So how has he been today?" Angela looked up at Spencer for answers.

"Mostly sleeping, sometimes talking, often lucid." Reid replied, matter-of-factly.

"He's been doing better about lucid, but he is still really dizzy and weak. Congested... Coughing... But he has been puking less lately." Angela smiled. "So, you knew Sweets in college? Was he short? Was he cute? I bet he was adorable."

"He seemed to be 100 pounds at most, below 5'8" and had curly hair." Spencer yawned, eyes closing tiredly. "He...uh...he loved playing my roommates piano..."

"Awhhh." Angela squeed. "Hey, if you are tired you can go home and rest, I can hold down the fort here intill you are rested. Sweets will still be here later, Dr. Reid." Angela tilted her head at him.

"You can call me Spencer..." He mumbled, already curling up in his chair. "'M fine here,...not tired..."

"Lies." Angela laughed, shaking her head at him.

"Don' bother, Angela... He's as stubborn as he was 'n college." Sweets slurred in his half sleep.

"Maybe we should leave the two geniuses to rest?" Garcia smiled. "They have had a big day."

"Sweet puppy smarties," Angela giggled. "Want to see an amazing, all night vintage store I found?"

"Let's do it!"

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"Morning..." A slight congested voice greeted as Reid opened his eyes and looked up at Sweets.

"It's night time." Spencer responded, stretching himself out.

"Details details." Sweets smiled smally. "Nice nap?"

"Yeah." Spencer said as he walked over to Sweets' bed. "So... What have you been up to lately?"

"never saw you sleep before," sweets said. "And I finished the book...very sad."

"Well that's not really what I asked you, Lance." Ried chuckled. "I meant what has been happening to you before this case."

"Nothing." Sweets said too quickly. "Everything's fine..."

"Well that was a rushed answer." Spencer quirked a brow. "Something up?"

"no I just," sweets sighed, glancing to his old friend. "I have nothing but work now."

"Because you broke up with that lively intern Daisy?" Spencer probed, hoping to get a real answer. He could better understand the dynamic if he knew Lance's side of the story.

"Some. And now I live alone and just..." Sweets shrugged, "sometimes don't feel like part of the group." He sighed deeply through his nose. "II sound like a child."

"No- no, I understand." Reid said, placing a tentative hand on Sweets shoulder. "Have you tried to find a new girlfriend so maybe you'll feel less lonely?"

"I don't know about that." Sweets mumbled, "Maybe, there is a girl across the hall..."

"That's the spirit." Spencer smiled before looking uncomfortable. "And the Daisy girl... How do you feel about her?"

"I love her." Sweets said simply. "But we've grown apart."

"You seem to be close friends now, I don't quite understand." Spencer's brows were scrunched together.

"I can't just stop talking to her," sweets sounded helpless. "It hurt at first but she's my friend."

"Look, Lance..." Spencer started before stopping himself. It wasn't his place to divulge the thoughts of that young woman. "It's worth it. To be around her, even if it's not how you want."

"I suppose." Lance sighed, closing his eyes.

Spencer sighed before entering a torrent of thought. He wanted to help his friend, he really did. But what was he supposed to do?

"I could," Sweets intoned, near sleep, unaware of his words. "Tell her. Maybe. Valentines day is coming up..."

"Maybe, I can help if you want." Spencer said, unsure if he was even going to get a real response from the man.

"hmm...good." Sweets' eyelids fluttered shut. "Very...good."

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Angela walked back into the hospital room, where Sweets was sleeping soundly now. She smiled at him before Spencer jumped up at her.

"Sweets and Daisy are still in love, what do I do!?" He whispered quickly. Angela's dark eyes went wide, in amusement and confusion.

"what do you mean sweety?" She laughed.

"They are still in love but it's all weird for them and each of them thinks the other it their friend and I'm the only one who knows, help me." He said quickly, looking frantic now. Angela couldnt help but giggle at his wide eyes.

"Want some help?"

"That's what I said!" He squeaked. "I don't know what to do, I've never been in this situation before, but I want to help Lance. He's my friend."

"we need a plan." Angela announced and reid quickly shushed her.

"plan for what?" Garcia grinned as she entered, and the others hissed their shushes at her.

"Sweets and Daisy are still in love, Daisy is Sweets ex." Spencer whispered, nodding his head at the stirring Sweets.

"Wait so we get baby shrink a baby coroner?" Garcia said softly.

"anthropologist." Reid corrected.

"But yeah, we get baby shrink a baby anthropologist." Angela smiled. "I wanna do this, Sweets deserves some love."

"I want to help!" Garcia sheered, then slapped her hand over her mouth. "Please?" Was muffled.

"Yes, but we need a plan, something sneaky and romantic. Valentines is in a week and Sweets has gone into quick recovery, we can DO this." Angela grinned widely.

"We could give them subliminal hints." Reid suggested.

"That's no fun." Angela wrinkled her nose before hearing Sweets moan and roll over. "Maybe we should do this else where." Garcia pulled both of them by their wrists.

"we could send them anonymous gifts." Garcia smiled when they were outside.

"And force them to spend time together alone!" Angela was nearly hopping.

"I haven't told the doctor to delay his release yet. We could I list her help in caring for him intill he is work ready." Spencer suggested.

"You. Are. Brilliant!" She grabbed his face and kissed his forehead.

"i know."

"He's OUR genius." Garcia grinned. "Now let's DO this."

"By Valentines day!" Angela cheered.

"We can do this, because we are supremely awesome." Garcia grinned.

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"Daisy?" Spencer cleared his throat at the intern, who smiled at him.

"Whatcha need, Spencer?"

"I need to ask something of you... Regarding Lance." Her eyes widened strangely, fear sharp in the chocolate coloring.

You didnt-"

"oh no! Nonono!" He waved his hands desperately, "I need a favor."

"Oh, well what is it?" She tilted her ponytailed head.

"Lance is being released tomorrow and he is going to need some help..." Spencer pressed his lips together.

"And?"

"And you're off work tomorrow." Spencer continued, making puppy eyes at her.

"Oh... I don't know..." Daisy bit her lip.

"Please, I have to work and it would be a great opportunity for you to spend time with him alone." Spencer smiled, raising his brows now. Daisy waved her hands, face red.

"Fine, fine..." She bit her lip.

"Great." Spencer grinned edited turning around. "Be at his apartment tomorrow at 8:30 in the morning."

'Phase one completed.' He texted Garcia as he walked off. 'Tell Angela to send the gifts.'

At Sweets' bedside a nurse nearly fell over at the squeal the blonde released. Angela swung around the corner at the noise and grinned.

"I'll call the flower shop!"

"What's goin' on?" Sweets asked, being woken by all the commotion and rubbing his eyes. "Flower shop?"

"Nothing, sweetie, I'm getting some flowers for a Valentines dinner for Hodgins." Angela smiled, hoping this lie would satisfy the shrink. Sweets nodded slowly, eyes nearly closed again.

"Good...nice...smell pretty."

"Thaaatttt's right, baby shrink, just close your eyes." Garcia cooed at the young man, rubbing his shoulder. "Gotta rest up for that trip home tomorrow."

"Mhm..." Sweets fell soundlessly back to sleep, looking like a child curled up in bed.

"Can we get him a teddy bear as one of the gifts from the secret admirer?" Garcia grinned at Angela. "He seriously needs one if he is going to sleep that cute."

"Totally going on the list." Angela matched her new found friends smile, nodding.

"Let's get this thing started!"

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Sweets yawned and stretched his sore muscles. He rolled over and opened his eyes carefully and saw the blurry outline of something on his bedside table. He blinked his eyes sternly before opening them and seeing a white teddy bear with a red belly sitting there with a note pinned to it, curious he plucked the note up to read it.

'Hope you get well soon my darling-S.A' he furrowed his brow, confused by the entire situation and still groggy.

"What do you have there?" Spencer asked, walking in like he hadn't planted the bear there in the first place. "A note?"

"Mhm...from 'S.A'." Sweets said, inspecting the bear like he expected it to be hiding a severed head.

"SA? Like Secret Admirer?" Spencer asked as Sweets reached out and squeezed the extremely soft and plush bear.

"I...maybe, I hope so." He nodded, thinking of all the other meanings it could have. "But who?"

"My guess is someone who loves you." Spencer said, sitting down.

"Maybe it's that handsy woman who lives down the hall from me. She always flirts with me when when run into each other." Sweets said, picking the bear up now and holding it. "Damn, this thing is soft."

"Possibly," Spencer nodded, "But I think its someone who knows you rather well. 'Darling' is usually a deep emotional attachment nickname."

"I barely showed you the note..." He sighed. "Curse the eidetic memory."

"Point being, this someone who has a deep connection with you."

"Well, I don't know anyone like that anymore..." Sweets said before hugging the bear with one arm. "I'm keeping the bear, though, this thing is awesome."

"As you wish." Spencer said with a shrug.

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Daisy scanned over the bones carefully, looking for any marks they missed. Suddenly, Angela burst in with flowers.

"Ohhhhh, Daisy, someone loves you! These just got delivered." The woman grinned, handing over the assortment of flowers. "And they come with a noottteeee. Read it! I wanna know what it says!" Daisy, dumbstruck, obeyed without much thought.

"'These pale in comparison to your beauty, but its the best I could do.-S.V." she read aloud.

"Awwwhhhh." Angela covered her mouth with a smile. "Someone has a secret admirer! And they has such good taste in flowers."

"They are beautiful..." Daisy smiled, sniffing them.

"Who do you think it is?"

"Lance used to say I was more beautiful than any Daisy he'd seen." She shook her head sadly. "But he wouldn't send them. I've no idea."

"Well I'm sure you'll figure it out." Angela smiled, hugging the woman. "Maybe if you're lucky you'll get some Valentines lovin' from this S.V." She wiggled her brows. Daisy snorted and looked away,shaking her head.

"I don't know if I'm interested in anything but ice cream and sad movies this year." She shrugged.

"Come on, this guy could be amazing for all you know. He seems super sweet." Angela patted her shoulder. "Don't go celebrating Singles Awareness Day on me."

"Maybe." Daisy smiled, sniffing the flowers again softly.

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Angela walked into the Diner, where Hodgins, Booth, and Brennan were waiting, texting on her phone.

"Sorry I'm late." She breathed as she sat by her husband.

"Where a been,Ange ?" He gave her a crooked smile, putting his arm over her shoulders. "Ordered your favorite." He leaned over and pecked her cheek.

"She has been spending time with that FBI tech woman." Brennan said, sipping her tea.

"Don't worry, Bren, you are still my favorite." Angela giggled. "We have been working together on a project."

"We're on a serial murder case." Booth said, confusion crossing his features.

"Well you've given us no projects in the last 48 hours, we got bored." Angela defended.

"Does this project have to do with flowers? Because Sweets asked me if I was excited about our Valentines dinner... Funny thing is we aren't having one." Hodgins quirked a brow at his wife. Angela gave him big eyes, lip poking out.

"Why not?" She said, making sure to give her voice an extra wobble.

"Because, Michael Vincent has a party to go to on Valentines day plus we are investigating a serial killer." Hodgins said before tilting his head. "What are you up to, Ange?"

"Nothing." She chirped, smiling as her food arrived.

"Fine, don't tell me." Hodgins said, taking out his phone and starting to text someone. Soon Angela's phone beeped and she looked at it.

'Tell me.' It read and Angela sighed. The phone beeped again. 'Please.' She glanced at Booth and Brennan, who were in the midst of an intense banter over what she thought might be shoe brands.

'Sweets and daisy are still in love.' She sent back, glancing at Hodgins, then sipping her drink.

'No sh!t.' She got back after a second, and sent a dark look his way.

'Penelope, Spencer and I are trying to get them back together!' She typed back.

'I'm in.' He typed back with a grin before putting his phone away.

"So! What're we talking about?" He said with the far over sized grin. She wavd her hands, trying to shush him when the other couple gave them an odd look.

"Are you texting dirty things?" Booth asked with a little smirk.

"Do we look like two fifteen year olds?" Angela laughed, shaking her head.

"A little." Booth said, earning kick in the shin under the table.

"Come on, Ange, you can admit it." Hodgins said, eager to embarrass his wife, even though it would mean he would be sleeping on couch. Angela gave him a glare that might have leveled a small village, and he just smiled cheekily at her.

"Oh yeah," She said, not taking her murderous look from his face. "I was telling him how I would be in complete control, like usual."

"Woah." Booths eyes went wide.

"And I told her how much I will enjoy it, like always." The cheeky grin remained.

"Stop." Booth covered his ears.

"Yeah, he loves it." She said, voice emotionless. "He's scared of being in charge." Hodgins gave a small smirk, impressed by her challenge.

"She's scared of being controlled, actually." Hodgins returned, making his wife snort and smile viciously back.

"Knock it off!" Booth complained, shaking his head. "Never wanted to know any this."

"You brought it up, Booth." Brennan said, tilting her head.

"Well I'm sorry! Very sorry!" He groaned, still covering his ears, making Angela and Hodgins laugh.

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Sweets scowled unhappily as Spencer rolled him down his hallway towards his apartment. They had insisted on it on account of the fact that he 'couldn't walk' or whatever. Then, he saw one Daisy Wick standing infront of his door. His face went stark white, and attempted to crawl into the back of the wheelchair.

"Spence!" He hissed jerking his head at the woman who was nervously bouncing with her bag hanging from white knuckled fingers. "She's here! Daisy!"

"I have to work, she wants to help." Spencer shrugged a shoulder. "This is a good thing for you."

"No, nope, No!" Sweets intoned, shaking his head.

"You two can get close again, that's what you want." Spencer said firmly, rolling him up. "Hello, Daisy."

"Damn you..." Sweets muttered before plastering on a smile. "Hey Daisy!"

"Hey! I... I brought soup." She smiled, shaking a container of chicken noodle soup. "I thought you'd like some... Since you liked it so much the last time you had the flu."

"Thanks..." He said softly, blinking up at her with big eyes.

"Take good care of him. I recommend watching movies with him to cheer him up and keep him occupied." Spencer smiled and handed Daisy the keys.

"Star Trek." She nodded, and Sweets tried not to smile.

"Mix in some Star Wars to." He smiled, walking away.

"Okay, here we go." She said, opening the door and rolling him into the place. "This place is really nice, Lance."

"Thanks." Sweets blushed, starting to get up from the chair and stumbling in the process.

"Sit down!" She squeaked, reached forward and grabbing him do he didn't fall and they froze a second. Sweets could feel her breath on his neck and her body pressed against him.

"I was trying to get to the..." He breathed after a sec, flicking jus eyes to the couch. She cleared her throat stepping away to quickly and making him fall backwards onto the couch. She yelped, hopping a little. "This'll work." He mumbled into the cushions.

"Here." She said, helping him sit up before sitting next to him. "So... Movies?"

"Right yeah movies." He nodded jerkily. She got up and popped in a Star Trek DVD before sitting by him again.

After a minute Daisy got the movie started and after ten minutes she was leaning against him out of habit, not thinking of it. Sweets was very aware if this action. It filled him with pleasure and warmth but also dread and worry. He wanted to touch her, to wrap an arm around her but if he did he knew he would break and kiss her and more and he couldn't do that to their friendship. He couldn't lose her. He had to repel her, and fast.

'Come on, Lance, do something, anything. Be gross, do anything! Come on!' His brain screamed at him.

"I have to poop!" He announce, looking at her with a mirrored expression of disgusted surprise. His face was a deep red as he stared intently at her eyes, unable to break the contest.

"Okay." She scrunched up her nose after a long silence.

She stood up before helping him up and over to bathroom. He sat on the toilet after she left the bathroom, not having to go to the bathroom but needing to sit somewhere.

'Really, Lance? I have to poop? That was your best idea?' He scolded himself internally. Pulling at his hair he sighed and doubled over, glaring at the floor like it put the words in his mouth.

What was he going to do? A whole day with Daisy in close quarters. It's his worse nightmare and his greatest dream all at the same time. What was he going to do.

'Easy, you keep your penis out of your friend.' His brain answered. He groaned, stomping his foot in disgust with his own mind.

"You...ah...you okay Lance?" Daisy's soft and awkward voice followed a light knock.

"I'm fine." Sweets cleared his throat to keep it from cracking. "I had a big breakfast at the hospital." He said randomly before cringing. There was something wrong with him. Why did he say that?

"O-oh uhm...right." Daisy said, and he could imagine her scrunched up and red face. Ponytail swinging as she shook her head. "Do you... Um, need help?"

"No! N-no, I'm almost done." He needed stop talking, or rip off his lips. Either would work. After a moment a he flushed the toilet and stood up carefully on his tired, shaky legs. "Done!"

"Uh...good?" Daisy mumbled, stepping to help him back to the couch.

"I'm sorry about..." Sweets gestured at the air randomly. Daisy made a noise that he assumed was agreement and sat a good foot Away when they got to the couch.

"Movie." She said, nodding in confusion.

"D-do you want a drink? I think I have some beers in the fridge." He offered before cringing internally. What, he was trying to get her drunk after that whole debacle? "Or you could have some milk or juice..." He cleared his throat.

"Still have orange crush?"

"Never let myself run out." He smiled and she returned it before hopping up with adorable grace. He watched as she glided off to get a drink. God, he loved her, he loved her so much.

Soon, she returned and sat down on the other side of the couch. He frowned on the inside as he looked to the screen. He may have repeled her a bit too much.

"Got you a bottle of water ," she looked to the floor, face downward as she glanced up through her lashes. "Don't want you getting dehydrated."

"Thanks." He blushed, grabbing the bottle. "Uh... I really am SO sorry about that whole... Poop thing, it was really rude and gross and...I understand if you want to leave..."

"Lance," she held up a hand, shushing him. "Shut up."

"Ex-... Excuse me?" Sweets squeaked, blinking. She gave him a little smile.

"Stop talking, you're making it worse." She teased, playful glint in her eyes. "You're sick I don't mind a little gross. My jobs way worse anyways."

"True..." Sweets smiled. "It doesn't help that hospital food has been wreaking havoc on my intestines."

"I'm sure." She giggled.

"I was just worried because you were sitting really close and then that happened and now you're far away and I thought might have grossed you out a bit." His blushed deepened. She shrugged and got up sitting next to him with a big smile.

"Better?" She teased, bumping his shoulder.

"Yes." And no. "It is... But I'm a little cold, I have blanket in the closet, would you..." He smiled sheepishly. She nodded, bouncing around like she used to when she spent the day with him.

"Blue one or green one?" She said from the depths of the closet.

"Either!" He chirped back and she went back into the closet. She was so nervous and Lance was acting so strange. Had Spencer told Lance about her feelings? She looked over into the living room and looked to Lance. He was so beautiful, he really was. Even when he was sick. She walked over with the blanket.

"Here you go." She smiled, placing the blanket over him.

"Thanks." He smiled, pulling it up over himself. "Hey, can you get my bag..?"

"Sure." She picked it up and handed it over.

"Thanks." Sweets said before digging around in the bag and pulling out the bear from the hospital. Daisy made a strange noise in her throat, a flash of jealousy hot in her chest.

"Where'd you get that?" She squeaked.

"Someone left it for me, a secret admirer. It is super soft." Sweets smiled, squeezing the animal. "Feel it." He pressed the bear against her face.

"Yes, very soft." She said into the bears stomach. "I got flowers from a secret valentine."

"Oh... That's nice." Lance did not like this person and he didn't even know who he was. "They left a note?"

"Yeah." She nodded. "They said the flowers paled in comparison to me, like you did when were dating..." Daisy smiled. Sweets felt a strange jealousy in his stomach. He wanted Daisy to be happy but at the same time he wanted to find this man and punch him in the face.

"Mans got taste." He teased. "What kind of flowers?"

"An assortment of red and pink roses with some Daisy's mixed in, they were beautiful."

"Sounds like." Sweets nodded before letting out a few deep coughs. A silence began to stretch taut between opened his mouth to speak when Daisy's phone went off.

"There's a break in the case." She stood up. "They expanded the search for bodies and found more, I have to go..."

"Okay..." Sweets nodded, feeling a mix relieved and disappointed.

"Oh, but what about you, you're sick. You can't even walk."

"I'll be-" sneeze. "Fine." He fluffed his hands.

"I'll call that nurse." Daisy nodded, already dialing.

"No, no." Sweets protested but Daisy called anyway.

As soon as the nurse arrived Daisy left and Sweets felt empty again.

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"Hey, Bones!" Booth said, walking into the lab. "How's it going?"

"Daisy is re-articulating the skeletons and Angela and Garcia are finding the identities. Hodgins is analyzing the bugs and particulates." Brennan said, her face twinging at the mention of Garcia.

"Garcia and Angela have been spending a lot of time together." Booth said, sensing her discomfort. "You know, I'm suspicious of this project if theirs."

"As am I." And if Booth was not mistaken she sounded disgruntled, and even a bit jealous.

"Has your team found anything?" Agent Hotchner's voice echoed on the platform.

"We found the first victim. Amongst others." Brennan said, turning to face him. "We are currently investigating but we have many bodies here. Have you found anything?"

"We need more information." Hotch said, straightening his suit.

"Like?" Booth asked, tilting his head at the other agent.

"Anything they all had in common, besides the missing finger?" Hotch was looking between Brennan and Booth now, Derek coming up the stairs and causing the system to screech. Reid swiped his card, silencing it and following.

"They find anything, Hotch?" Derek asked.

"They think they going the first victim." Hotch answered.

"We need cause of death on them stat, then, the first victims are the most telling." Spencer said.

"Great, also, have either of you seen Garcia? She's been missing all day." Derek put his hands on his hips.

"She's with Angela." Spencer answered.

"You two seem to be around her a lot. What's going on here? You guys up to something?"

"No, what?" Spencer shook his head, looking at them with innocent brown eyes. "What could we possibly be up to? We're in the middle of serial homicide case."

"They are working on a project. Angela told us they were but she wouldn't say what." Brennan crossed her arms.

"We have eight victims here and you're worried about their project?" Reid Spluttered, looking towards the corpses., eyes wide.

"Angela is my best friend, I'm always curious about her doings." Brennan crossed her arms. "And from your behavior, I know you are involved with their project as well."

"I have to go work on a geographical profile." Reid replied rushing off the platform.

"I can help!" Sweets said, rolling in on his wheelchair. Everyone blinked owlishly at the man. A woman in her early fifties followed him in, sporting candy printed scrubs.

"He insisted!" She defended, then she spotted Reid and smiled blindingly. "Hey puppy eyes."

"Lance, you need to rest! ... Hello, Rosie." Spencer sighed.

"You can go now, Rosie, I'm good here." Sweets smiled, rolling forward. "I need to work, I don't like being cooped up so long."

"Youre still on medical leave!" Booth protested, stomping down the stairs. "They're thinking about getting you psych eval."

"Why would they do that, my body is sick not my brain." Sweets looked confused. "I'm not crazy."

"Your sickness was increased exponentially by lack of food and sleep." Brennan responded from beside one of the bodies, where she was inspecting the hands. "Both signs of severe depression."

"I was working on a CASE. Excuse me for loving my work." Sweets crossed his arms and scowled. "This is ridiculous."

"It's 4 pm, when did you eat last?"

"Uh..."

"Didnt Daisy bring you soup?" Reid asked.

"Yes, but that doesn't mean I ate it. Do you eat all your food as soon as you buy it? No." Sweets rolled his eyes. "I'm planning on eating, I just want to work a little." Sweets rolled forward more.

"No." Booth said, turning the wheelchair around. "You haven't eaten solid food in over A week. You sleep when you pass out. I won't stand For this."

"And I won't stand for not working." Sweets said, speeding up so he escaped Booth before wheeling away quickly. "Just an hour or two, promise."

"No,Sweets!" Booth growled, chasing after him. "You're on mandatory leave. You CANT work!"

"I'll work for free. I'm not going home!" Sweets ride swiftly around the platform, avoiding Booths grasp. "I'm fine, Booth, go be an agent somewhere."

"I'll stick to being your supervisor here!" Booth ran after him, suit jacket flapping behind now the entire lab had stopped to watch the spectacle that had transpired.

"No!" Sweets said with a slightly weezy voice. He was starting to tire now, damn flu making him all sleepy and fatigued. "Lemme 'lone!"

"Hold still dammit!" Booth waved his arms over his head.

"No no no!" Sweets said, though he began to slow down, allowing Booth to catch him.

"Gotcha!"

"No!" Sweets jumped from the wheelchair and rolled to the floor. Booth threw his arms up, cursing the lord that stuck him with this brat, and tackled.

"I wanna work, Booth, please." Sweets wheezed pitifully as he squirmed against Booths grasp. "I'll be fine. Pl-" cough cough. "Please."

"No. Shut up, you're going home." Booth grumbled, lifting up the squirming man with a grunt. "And Agent Morgan will keep you there. Alright?"

"No, not alright. I'm filling an assault report on you when I get back to work." Sweets gave him a sickly glare.

"Mhm." Booth said, rolling Sweets towards the door.

"Spencer." Sweets reached out and latched onto his arm. "Tell him I can stay, please?"

"No Lance." Reid shook his head. "You're sick. You have To Go home."

"Morgan, I think its best you do go home with Dr. Sweets." Hotch nodded at his agent. "Keep him there and laying down."

"But Hotch we are working on a case and he's a total-"

"Morgan."

"Alright." Morgan sighed, stepping off the platform.

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"Alright, kid, here you you go." Morgan rolled Sweers into the younger mans room. Sweets crossed his arms and pouted.

"I want to go to work, I'm not crazy." Sweets said.

"I know you aren't crazy." Morgan sighed. "I looked you up. You're actually pretty impressive."

"Thank you." Sweets said as he was helped into bed. "I like to think Im pretty good, which is why I should be to work not be cooped up here like a sick child."

"You are a sick child. " morgan retorted. "I'd make pretty boy stay in bed if he was like this, too."

"I'm not a sick child, I'm twenty-nine years old." Sweets snapped. "I'm a grown man and I can take care of myself."

"Obviously you can't or you would have stayed in bed." Morgan pulled an arm chair beside the bed and sat back, arms crossed.

"I can handle alittle work. I'm tougher than I look." Sweets insisted, leaning back in bed tiredly.

"I don't doubt it." He agreed, "But you should stay in bed anyways. You'll work better healthy."

"I'm not even that sick." Sweets sighed.

"Doctor says you are." Morgan replied, pulling a magazine off the bedside table and flicking it open.

"They are wrong." Sweets sighed before sneezing. "Ugh... Ew... Tissues... Tissues." He looked around for his tissues. Derek bent over, pulling them from beneath the bed and tossing them to him.

"Thank you." Sweets breathes, whipping the snot away before looking at Morgan and seeing him smirk. "Shut up."

"Wasnt Talking." derek laughed.

"Your eyes were saying volumes." Sweets said bitterly, eyes starting to drop. He was starting to feel increasingly tired. His bed was so warm and cozy... Soft... Fluffy... Fluff... "What profile do you have so far?" He slurred out.

"White Male." Derek began.

"Almost always...seems like." Sweets mumbled.

"Early to mid thirties." He continued, rolling his eyes in amusement. "Failed marriage or lost spousal figure. The victims are surrogates."

"But he kills males and females... They can't be surrogates, then they... Um, they would fall under one- one type and or gender... But this guy is all over the... The map." Sweets yawned, rolling over in bed. "You're wrong."

"Not necessarily." Derek replied. "All the victims identified so far have dark brown hair. Could be coincidence, but they're all going through divorces or separations of some kind right now. Perhaps an asexual unsub? Or pansexual? Gender is not as prominent in their choices. Gender fluid partner they're representing even. The public is more diverse lately."

"It's more likely... That the UNSUB was wronged and when he sees people in the same situation, he kills the people he perceives as the bad one, or the wronger. It's all about... Anger and compulsion... Sees the person, feels the anger... Kills them..." Sweets yawned again, rubbing his eyes.

"Like he wants to kill the person who wronged him." Derek made his 'didn't I just kind of say that' face.

"He probably... Probably has... If he has, the first victim is it..." Sweets slurred before drifting to sleep. Derek snorted and shook his head, this kid was something. Derek sat there for a few minutes before an idea struck him. He dialed quickly.

"Hotch." He began, "He knew they were going through a divorce or separation. His anger is calculated, like he builds up to it."

"He's met them before." Hotchners voice responded.

"He may have met them at a support group and when his went through he snaps, kills the ex, and starts going after the others." Derek said quickly.

"What does doctor sweets think?" Hotch asked and Derek held the phone up so he could hear Sweets' loud snoring. Morgan heard his bosses low chuckle and smiled to himself.

"So, as you can hear, he's thinking very deeply about it." Derek said with a chuckle of his own.

"Alright," Hotch's voice was lighter than usual. "I'll put Garcia on marriage counseling groups."

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With a more complete profile, the case was solved in a snap. The first victims husband was the killer, though by the time they found him he was becoming delusional. He kept all the fingers in a box like trophies. He was shot dead resisting arrest.

Spencer, Garcia, Hodgins and Angela continued with their plan, now unhindered by a case. Though, they were having little success. They needed ideas.

Little did they know Booth had grown suspicious and was now looking through their phone records.

Now the group was sat in Angela's living room. Ideas and they're potential failures bouncing back and forth, the entire group shouting and whispering at random intervals. . Soon, there was a knock at the door.

"I got it!" Angela chirped, trotting to the door to see a very angry Booth upon opening it.

"You're getting them back together!?"

"Who?" He budged past her to glare at the gathering. "Good to see you too Booth, I'm fine today and you?"

"I can't believe this!" He hollered. "You meddling, matchmaking,...MIDDLE SCHOOLERS!"

"Suess in the house with the mouse!" Garcia raved.

"You guys can't get Sweets and Daisy back together! Each time they do this it gets worse!" Booth huffed, slamming down the phone records. "You shouldn't meddle."

"You went through our phone records?" Hodgins said, "Dude I feel like a legit spy!"

"Hodgins!" Booth scolded. "I'm being serious, what are you guys thinking?"

"That Lance is lonely, and hes still in love her." Spencer responded plainly.

"Well duh!" Booth said, "But that doesn't mean its a good idea for them to get together again!"

"Think it is, and I Knew him before you did."

"But I've known him longer so I know that'll end poorly." Booth crossed his arms.

"Maybe, but don't you care for Lance's happiness at all?" Spencer asked, crossing his arms with a glare. Booth made a noise like someone had punched him in the stomach, face falling.

"Of course I do." Booth replied, "I'm just not sure Daisy Wick is the answer."

"He's in love with her, Agent Booth, and it is killing him trying to be just friends with her." Spencer said. "I don't know about you but I won't stand for it, if she is what he wants he should have her, and she misses him to."

"I know that!" Booth growled, shaking his head. "But she broke his heart last time or has that slipped this groups mind?"

"Actually, he broke her heart and ended up destroying his own in the process I more accurate." Angela said. "It was the time before that she broke his heart."

"He lived with me for six months." Booth hissed.

"Why won't you let him be happy? He loves her, Booth, you're like his brother. You should be helping us!" Angela scolded. Booth swung around and gave her a look that made Even Angela cower.

"Don't you dare tell me I don't want my family to be happy." He ground out. "And I want him to be happy. But every time they get together one or the other ends up crying on the floor. So I just wanted to make sure you guys aren't getting too wrapped up in the valentines day spirit."

"It's what Lance wants, Agent Booth, and you should respect that. Even if it might end poorly, its what he wants. He just needs help because he's too afraid to act on his own." Spencer said.

"Ugh fine! But just because someone wants something doesn't always mean they should get it." He warned, stalking towards the door.

"We could really use your help, Agent Booth. You and Dr. Brennan know more about Lance than any of us." Reid said and Booth sighed and turned around.

"All that cutesy stuff won't work. It helps, because they are starting to really rebond but if you want to make them get back together to have to go through the one thing that stuck them together. Sex." Booth Crossed his arms. Angela glanced around the room.

"And we do that... How?"

"Have the letters and gifts become more suggestive, put them in situation a were they might have sex, spill water on them or something. If it helps... Um, Sweets used to buy Daisy lingerie. The frilly kind and the... Sexy type, also the type... I think he called them crotchless?" Booth cleared his throat.

"Its interesting how much you know about their sex lives." Reid responded.

"I wish I didn't, trust me." Booth shuddered. "I got a nice eye full of it once, it was... Yuck! Which reminds me, Daisy also likes underwear with the day it is on them." Booth felt like his face was going to explode. Garcia was eyeing him strangely.

"Alright so buy underwear for Daisy.." angela wrote something down.

"What're you staring at?" Booth asked Garcia, noticing her staring.

"Nothing gorgeous." She smiled, "I just think you're more for this then you wanna admit."

"No, I'm not, but if you are going to do this you should do it right." Booth grunted. "Sweets is tricky, though, so the notes is where the suggestiveness really has to kick up. The most important part is getting them into the right situation. Leave them a romantic movie for them to watch, spill water on one of them so the other will help the other... That type if thing, understand? If this is going to work, they have to have sex. That'll be the trigger."

"Sex is the stresser." Reid stood, flipping the notebook open. "I can work on the linguistics of both of them. Write the notes to make it sound like them. More suggestive."

"Uh-huh, yeah, whatever that means. Can I go now that I gave you some info? Can you guys run on that?" Booth nodded his head at the door.

"We have coffee and cookies." Angela offered.

"It couldn't hurt to stay a few minutes..." He stayed all night.

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"Hey, Spencer." Smiled the bedridden Sweets, who had given up on trying to go to work now that the case was done.

"Hey, Lance, how are you today?" Reid smiled back at him.

"Good." Sweets said in his still slightly congested tone. "Daisy was over today again."

"Yeah I know." Reid nodded, sitting in the chair.

"We watched Star Wars together..." Sweets smiled wistfully before looking embarrassed. "I... I almost kissed her but I..." Sweets grumbled the last part.

"You...?"

"I might have... Belched in her face..." Sweets face was bright red. Reid laughed, shaking his head. "It's not funny! There is something wrong with me, I keep embarrassing myself infront of her, it's like I have some kind of brain tumor." Sweets covered his face.

"You still have feelings for her. You aren't with her so you don't know how to act." Reid explained. "You could just tell her "

"No no..." Sweets shook his head. "I can't, she doesn't love me back. It would ruin everything and I can't lose her." Sweets rolled over and buried his face in his pillow. "Just kill me now."

"What if she does love you back?" Reid pressed.

"She doesn't, and even if she did, she doesn't after my behavior the last few days." Sweets groaned. "I look like a pig."

"Your sick." Reid said, rational as ever. "She knows that."

"Sick does not excuse rudeness, Spence." Sweets whined. "She must hate me by now."

"You were to be married?" Reid questioned, and Lance nodded. "Then it was thru better or worse. She was prepared for that."

"No, she wasn't." Sweets snorted, bitterness in tone. "She was never ready to be married, not really. You didn't see her face immediately after each... Occurrence... She was so disgusted, Spence."

"She's not gonna stop loving you based on grossness!"

"She might. I've been really gross." Sweets shrugged before yawning. "That's assuming she loved me before this whole debacle. Imma go to bed, Spence..." Sweets eyes had already fluttered shut.

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"Hey, Daisy, how was Sweets today when you visited him?" Angela asked, walking up and sitting by the intern.

"Adorable." She mumbled, then blushed. "I-i mean...uh..."

"I think I know what you mean." Angela giggled. "So it went well?"

"Yeah... I mean he has been acting different and there have been a few... Accidents." She nose curled up slightly. "But he's been great, all things considering."

"Great, oooohhh really?" Angela teased, bumping her shoulder.

"Shut up." Daisy laughed, bumping her back before looking at the counter. "I mean... I thought he was going to kiss me earlier... But he did something else instead." Daisy wrinkled her nose again.

"What?" Angela asked with trepidation.

"He...asked if I farted..."

"Oh." Angela cringed.

"Yeah, and that was after the burping accident..." Daisy sighed. "Maybe he's been acting like this because we aren't dating, so he's acting like he would around a friend? Maybe?" Daisy frowned at the counter. It hurt her to think he didn't think of her as a girlfriend anymore, even though she wasn't.

"Hodgins never did that after our first break up." This was going to interfere with the plans. Damnit Sweets. "Maybe he is nervous?"

"I don't know... He's just acting so... So gross and weird. And I'm trying to be nice because he's so sick but it's just... I don't know. I love him but he's just acting like..." Daisy waved her arms around.

"A boy." Angela nodded, "Maybe he just doesn't know what to say, so he just shouts things!"

"It's not just shouting, there's the burping accident and yesterday when he was just coming out of his nap and he just... Let's one rip. Then he looks at me and asked if it was him or me." Daisy shook her head. "Such a boy. He's lucky he's beautiful. And he is so sweet the rest of time... I'm just confused."

"I'm sure it'll make sense soon." Angela wrapped an arm around her. She was going to kill Sweets.

"I also got a note." Daisy chimed. "From SV."

"Oh, you did?" Angela pretended to be excited. "Tell me, what did he say this time? Spill it."

"A rose by any other name would smell as sweet...Unless it was Daisy, because then it would be even better." She giggled. "He sounds like a nerd. I love it!"

"So sweet." Angela giggled she thought she would like that one. "Nerds are the best."

"Lance used to write me nerdy little things like that... I miss that Lance." Daisy smiled distantly at the table.

"Sounds a lot like him." Angela said, faking consideration.

"It sounds like old Lance, seems like now-a-days I'm stuck with the Lance that burps in my face." Daisy grumbled, crossing her arms.

"Its just acting like a boy." Angela explained, shrugging. "Maybe he'll get better when he gets back to work."

"Maybe..." Daisy sighed, sipping her drink. Angela had to talk to Sweets, stat, before wrecked everything.

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"Hey there, my sickly duckling." Angela said as she glided into Sweets living room, where the man was currently laying out on his couch with a box of tissues and an old kungfu movie.

"Will this ever end?" Sweets whined pathetically.

"No, you're going to be sick forever." Angela teased and he glared at her tiredly. "That's not why I'm here. I'm here about Daisy." Sweets blanched, blinking at her with saucer eyes.

"What a-about her?"

"She says you've been acting weird... Care to share?" Angela tilted her head and Sweets groaned and covers his face.

"She hates me, doesn't she?"

"Don't be dumb." Angela laughed, sitting down. "She just doesn't like being treated like a boy."

"How am I treating her like a boy?" Sweets looked genuinely confused.

"Uh farts, burps," she was ticking her fingers off rather threateningly,in his opinion "Pooping. Should i continue?"

"No, I got it." Sweets sighed, digging his face in a face pillow. "I don't mean to, honest, it just... Slips."

"Because you still love her?" Angela prodded.

"Spencer told you!?" Sweets hissed with wide eyes, looking like she had just smacked him in the face.

"No..." Angela made confused eyes. "I just sorta put it together... I mean its a little obvious."

"Damnit..." Sweets sigh, falling limp in defeat. "That's... That's just great. She's probably figured it out by now to, huh? I must look like a jackass."

"She doesn't know." Angela responded. "Maybe...you should tell her?"

"No... No, never. She doesn't love me anymore and I can't lose her. I mean, she's beautiful, she's the most beautiful person in the world and I'm just..." He waved a hand.

"An adorable genius with an awesome job?" Angela smiles.

"Average, compared to her. She's... So amazing..." Sweets smiled to himself. "I should have moved to the Malukus and eloped when I had the chance, it was when I decided not to that our relationship died, it was brought back but it was never the same... I wish I had that back, I love her... I do... Love her so much."

"Get. Her. Back." Angela cheered.

"Angela, no, she doesn't love me anymore and with my behavior this week?" Sweets blew a raspberry. Angela groaned picking UP a pillow to shout into. "Plus she's got a secret admirer anyways..."

"Oh honey..." angela gnawed her lips unsurely.

"He seems like a nice guy, she showed me some of his notes. Maybe he's what's best for her..." Sweets ran a hand through his hair. "She met him, date him, and get married with two piont three kids and a dog, she deserves that."

"She doesn't even know him!" Angela protested desperately. "What if he's a stalker? Don't they send notes sometimes? You have to protect her in case!"

"His notes aren't possessive or angry, they are sweet and dorky, romantic. Indicates sexual attraction, not obsessive love." Sweets sighed. "He likes her, I should be happy for her. Focus on my own secret admirer, maybe."

"Maybe." Angela agreed, mentally noting that the group needed to review the plan. "You might be surprised."

"I should... I should focus on my own. I could fight for her, but would it be worth it if I lost her friendship?" Sweets looked troubled. "I can't even act right anymore, I see her and my body just... Malfunctions."

"On honey..." She repeated. "If she's what you want you can't let her go."

"I'm not sure..." Sweets yawned. "I wanna risk it."

"You have to, because if you let her go you'll never be happy like you are when you're with her ever again. You just need to relax, get to know this post second breakup Daisy, get close... Then take her back." Angela brushed a thumb over his cheek. "You have to try..."

"Yeah..." He hummed, "maybe I will."

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Sweets took a deep breath into his stressed lungs before opening the door to see one Daisy Wick. He smiled tiredly at her.

"Look who is walking." She smiled at him and his heart leaped a little.

"Bearly, just bearly." Sweets breathed. "So let's sit?"

"Love to, but you have to eat." SHe scolded, holding out a soup cup.

"Let's do both." He took the soup before waddling over to his couch. He patted the spot next to him. "Join me, I promise I won't fart on you this time." He joked, trying to smile at her without giving himself away completely. She laughed, plopping gleefully beside him.

"Wanna watch...saved by the bell?" Sweets suggested with a smile. She gave him a funny look, not exactly unhappy, just interested.

"Yeah sure."

"Awesome." Sweets said, getting up and starting the show on his DVD player before sitting back down, tired from doing just that. "You remember the last time we watched?" He asked as he picked up his soup.

"Yeah," she said softly, smiling. "That's one of my favorite memories with you."

"Mine to... Well, second favorite." Sweets said before sipping his soup. Daisy turned to give him her 'Don't you are stop talking there Lance' face. "What?" He smiled playful at her. "Do you want to know my favorite? Fine, you badgered it out of me. It's... The proposal." Daisy's immediate reaction was shock, and the blinding glee. She hit his arm gently, blushing.

"That's gotta be one of my favorites." She agreed, "But honestly...I loved it when you just grabbed me and kissed me right in front of everyone!"

"Best firing ever." Sweets agreed with a laugh. "That's a favorite to... So, did you get anything from SV?" He asked and she smirked.

"Well, he got on these." She said, pulling the corner of her pant down and pulling up her underwear slightly to reveal it. Sweets eyes widen, his cheeks warm from a memory.

"Looks like something I-I would get you..." Sweets mumbled. She raised a brow at him and he went into panic mood. "Oh- what. N-not anymore- of course. We're friends. Buddies, pals." He gave her soft nudge on the shoulder before flinching internally. That was blinked at him, face a strange and disappointed mask, before turning back to the tv.

"Right. Pals."

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"Baby girl, you feel like telling me why you've been so busy since our last case?" Derek Morgan wandered into Garcia's lair on a slow day.

"Nope." Garcia smiled, tapping away at her eyes. "Why don't you profile it out, Mr. BAU? We've already had two figure it out, you can do the same. Or maybe you aren't as good as you think." She teased.

"Alright I'll take that challenge." he grinned, Leaning against her desk. "It started with the Jeffersonian team. Didnt end with the case, you spend most of your time with Angela, so you two are the master minds. Except Reid's been acting funny too, so pretty boys got something to do with it." Garcia giggled, biting her pen.

"Good, but you can do better." She leaned forward, looking flirtatious as ever. "Come on, impress a girl."

"Given Angela's caring nature and Reid's connection, it could be something for that Dr. Sweets..." His brows drew together. "He has something going on with that cute little intern with the ponytail... They read like exs, which means... You are trying to get those two kids back together!" Garcia clapped, giving him a cheer.

"You go profiler man!" She smiled, but then her face drew into worry. "You cannot, under any circumstances, tell ANYONE about this. Even Hotch!"

"Why not? We could help you guys. How has your little operation been going?" He crossed his arms. Garcia pursed her lips, pouting. "That's what I thought. Now, what's the game plan?"

"We need to organize an event... One we where we control everything. You're right, we need to recruit some people for this." Garcia sighed.

"Lets tell JJ at least, for now." Derek suggested. "Shes the master at organizing events."

"Yeah... I'll tell Angela that she can go ahead and tell Brennan and Cam. We need more bodies in the group for this to work." Garcia wiped out her sparkly phone. "Let's do this."

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"Okay, we are here... To organize a series of happenings to get Sweets and the lively intern Daisy, back together." Garcia clapped her hands. "Ideas? Anything from our newcomers?" Brennan blinked like she'd just been teleported there, and Cam looked entirely unimpressed.

"Why don't we tell them to get over themselves and realize what everyone knows?" Cam inquired.

"That's no fun."

"We need a game plan, our window for an event is fast inclosing. Dr. Sweets will be ready to leave his apartment in days, we have intill then to come up with a plan." JJ said. "We need a plan to not only push them together but make them feel so attracted they can't help themselves."

"How about a Valentines celebration?" Brennan suggested. "The holiday has great romantic significance. We could have a party at Founding Fathers or one of our houses."

"Good, but how do you make them unable to ignore the sexual tension?" JJ turned to Brennan.

"Booth and I had sex after one of my interns was shot and I got pregnant so we stayed together." She stated analytically.

"Let's not kill anyone, sweetie, maybe we can just get them to wear something sexy." Angela patted Brennan's shoulder. "I can convince them to spiff up for the other." Brennan nodded, accepting that answer easily.

"Alright...yeah." JJ gave a confused smile.

"We have to make it so they are close, so we have to engineer it so they have be that way." Morgan claimed, crossing his arms.

"Close proximity can increase their sexual tension to a breaking piont." Brennan nodded.

"Assigned Seats?" Cam asked speculatively, eyeing the group with befuddlement.

"No, let's just flow with it, once one shows up, make sure no one sits by them so that they have to interact." Morgan said. "If this situation is as bad as I heard, it might help if someone is discretely refilling their drinks, for some liquid courage."

"Yeah, probably..." Angela sighed. "We are going to do this thing. Valentines day, Founding Fathers. Go team!"

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"Hey, Angela, what're you doing here?" Sweets asked as he opened the door.

"You look better, Sweets." She smiled.

"I feel like I've been hit by a truck." She shrugged practically skipping inside.

"Have any Valentine's plans?" She hummed.

"That party you guys invited me to." Sweets sighed, plopping down on the couch.

"Do you know what you'll be wearing?" She chirped. "It's quite the affair, Daisy will be there."

"I was going to wear a suit."

"No."

"No?"

"Jeans. Tight ones." She instructed. "And a dark red or purple button up, but with no patterns on it."

"Why?" Sweets whined, tilting his head.

"Because Daisy is coming to this party and you have to look hot if you want to win her over!" Angela put her hands on her hips. Sweets grumbled, collapsing on the couch.

"You think she'll like me all dressed up, even after...the incident."

"The incident?" Angela asked slowly.

"I called her my," he whispered the last word.

"Your what?"

"My pal." He huffed, rolling over and burying his face in the couch.

"Why... Why on earth would you do that!?" Angela pinched the bridge if her nose.

"I saw her underwear and panicked!" Sweets exclaimed through the couch. Angela began curing every romance movie she could think of, and that was quite a few.

"Sweets-Lance," she sat next to him. "If you want her back act like you did when you dated."

"These were really hot underwear, Angela. With lace."

"Lance!"

"Right... Look, I was doing fine, for awhile but then... Underwear... Sexy sexy underwear. What was I supposed to do!?" Sweets rolled back over.

"Just smile and say they look good and continue on." Angela sighed, patting his back.

"What's wrong with me?" Sweets grumbled into a throw pillow.

"You're in love, sweetie, you're in love."

"Why is this so hard?"

"Because it's love. Listen, you have three days till the party, fix this."

"Okay... I'll try."

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"Guess who's here to help you pick out something for the Valentines party?" Angela asked as she glided into the young interns dwelling. Daisy yawned, and gave her a small smile.

"My...I s'ppose." She rubbed her eyes.

"Come on, sweetie, buck up. We are going to have you looking awesome for the party, so we need the perfect outfit if you are going to win Sweets over!" Angela clapped her hands. Daisy gave a sad little puff of laughter. "You mean my pal?" Daisy said bitterly, sighing softly.

"You're still upset about that?" She tilted her head. "Sweets told me about it, was it really that bad?" Daisy shrugged, looping her arms around herself and plopped on the couch.

"Did a boy you like ever say 'let's be friends' to you?" Angela nodded, remembering the smacked in the face with a dirty shovel feeling that caused. "Yeah...well it was pretty bad."

"He was just nervous, sweetie, I'm sure he didn't mean it like that..." Angela places a hand on her shoulder. Daisy pushed play on her remote, letting Taylor swift fill the air in a soft voice.

"Oh no you've resorted to T-Swift? This is bad."

"Maybe I was fooling myself to think he might love me again..." Daisy sighed, shaking her head before biting on her lip. Angela began cursing Everything she could think of.

"No honey I don't think so." Angela sat beside her. "I think he might."

"You think?" Daisy asked, the picture of insecurity. "You really think he does?" Angela smiled, standing and Holding out her hands.

"Absolutely, now let's go dress you up!"

"I thought we were just picking an outfit out..." Daisy grabbed her hands and let herself be pulled up.

"That's no fun. I gotta see you in the clothes. Plus it'll be a nice boost to your self esteem." She lead her over to her closet. "Something strappy, go!" Daisy snorted, but obeyed, rummaging through her clothes to find a dress with an open back.

"Hm, more casually sexy!" Daisy cocked her head. "Maybe skinny jeans and a dark top, that one with the straps on the back and the scoop neck! Ah and boots with lace boot socks, you'd be irresistible!" Angela cheered.

"If you say so... Like this?" She took out a strappy shirt.

"Yes! Perfect, sweetie, Sweets is going to be ALL of over you, trust me." She grinned.

"You think?"

"I'm sure." Angela gave her a hug. "Now go try it on."

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"Woah, look at you, Sweets!" Booth grinned as his friend entered the bar. Sweets was wearing tight medium wash jeans and a purple button up with the first few buttons undone. The young mans face heated and he cleared his throat, fidgeting.

"Yes!" Angela punched the air when she saw him, and grinned blindingly. "You untucked that shirt, Sweets!" She said as she spotted the tuck and hastily untucked it.

"Daisy here yet?" Sweets cleared his throat, glancing around the space.

"No, sit down and have a shot of whiskey." Angela gestured to an empty seat.

Whiskey? But its really earl-" his complaint was shut down by a glass being shoved against his lips. He quickly sucked it down as to avoid choking. "Okay."

"Trust me, sweetie, you need it. Daisy is coming soon and she is going to be looking good and we can't have you messing this up." Angela patted his head.

"You'll do great, Lance." Spencer smiled at his friend before looking to the bartender. "Another drink for my friend."

"Another! But-" the words died on his tongue as Daisy swept in and science be damned if the entire bar didn't go silent for a moment. Sweets grabbed the drink the barkeep set down and swallowed it without hesitation.

Her hair fell in waves over her shoulders, framing her perfect face in the most unfair of ways. Her eyes looked larger than ever, but her eye-shadow was light. Daisy's lipstick, on the other hand, was deep red. She gazed around until finally finding the group.

"Hey, guys!" She chirped happily but all Sweets could do was watch her beautiful lips move, that is intill she started her prance like walk over to the only available seat, the one next to Sweets. Then, he was focusing on an entirely different part of her anatomy.

"Pretty..." Sweets slurred in daze before snapping into reality as she sat be him. "I mean, hi! Hi, uh..." He squeaked, eyes drifting briefly from her face to her chest area before snapping back up. "Daisy! Hi, Daisy!" She was as red faced as he, blinking at his outfit.

"Woah..." She breathed, biting the inside of her cheek. "H-hey Lance."

"You look... Uh, you look..." His eyes briefly drifted again. "Great... That's... That's a top."

"Oh, I understand what Prentiss ment when she said cutting an IQ In half Now..." Spencer whispered to the others who were not entranced.

"Mhm." Derek nodded. "Boy is at less than half levels."

"Thank you... I think..." Daisy cleared her throat, trying her hardest not to stare at the chest hair poking from the shirt. Temptation proved too much and she ended up reaching out and touching his chest. "This is a nice shirt to..." Angela squealed from somewhere far far away to the (almost)couple, as they were unable to look away. "Purples good on you."

"Thanks..." Sweets blushed. "That red looks awesome on you... The top and the lips. It is your favorite color after all." She smiled brilliantly at him, brushing a stray curl from her face.

"I like the jeans. Its different."

"Thanks... Looks like Angela was right... The jeans were a good idea..." Sweets cleared his throat. "I gotta go to the bathroom, back in a sex- sec! Back in a sec!" Sweets got up and walked off and Daisy couldn't help but lean over to watch him walk away. Angela let out a slow whistle and smiled when the young woman turned.

"Looking good girl." Angela complimented.

"Lance is... Woah... Did you see his butt in those things? Thank you, for telling him wear them, I mean wow." Daisy bit her lip and took up the drink the bartender left. Angela elbowed Reid almost violently, barely able to contain her glee.

"Ow!" Reid squeaked, rubbing the elbowed area. "Why!?"

"You are doing great, sweetie, just try not to grope him... Yet." Angela grinned at the young woman.

"That might prove difficult."

"Down, girl!" Angela laughed. "You'll do great, drink, laugh, don't grope the boy."

"He's looking at me like he used to." She smiled day dreamily.

"In that case it's a miracle you haven't gotten pregnant yet because he is about have sex with you with his eyes." Angela snickered. Daisy giggled as Sweets made his way back to the table.

"What are you guys talking about?" He gave a confused smile.

"Girl stuff, I'm going to go over there... With my husband..." Angela smiled, getting up and allowing Sweets his seat at the bar back.

"Weird." Sweets said as he sat down. "So... Uh... Drinks?"

"Yes, drinks." Daisy said. "Strawberry margaritas?" Sweets nodded, ignoring Morgans confused and amused snort. Macho men.

"Let's do it."

Time passed and the almost couple was still flirting lightly, so Booth convinced the barkeep to play some music, in hope of getting some dancing started. Daisy's eyes locked with Sweets when their song began floating from the speakers.

"We have to Dance Lancelot." The old nickname slipped from her alcohol loosened lips.

"No, no... I'm drunk, I don't want to dance." Sweets places his head on the table, giving her a pitiful look.

"Please, Lance-a-lot." Daisy gave him pleading look.

"Okay, okay... Just a song or two... But especially this song." Sweets got up from his seat and took her hand. Daisy squealed adorably and stood with him. "Care to dance, Miss Wick?"

"Okay..." Daisy let him lead her out to a more open space and letting him wrap his arm around her.

"I know this isn't the slowest song but I think if we don't hold on we might fall." Sweets chuckled. Daisy nodded, not minding the proximity at all. She loops her arms around his neck, laying her head on his shoulder. Angela smiled as the couple start to sway and shuffle their feet before looking to the others, who smiled at her. The plan was starting to work.

Sweets squeezed her closer, enjoying the feeling of her warm presence against his body. She looked up at him with her big eyes and he could swear they were calling him to kiss her. He wanted to, to just lean down and-

"We should get some food." He mumbled as the song ended.

"Okay." Daisy mumbled, disappointment flashing in her eyes. She started to walk off and the group held back groans as the couple walked back. Damnit Sweets.

"What're you doing!?" Angela whispered as she yanked the young man aside. Sweets sighed, giving a shrug.

"I don't even know if she wants me. I could ruin everything." "

"Sweets, how drunk do we need to get you before you aren't nervous anymore?" Angela whined, stomping a foot. Sweets gave her a look, knowing those words meant more than she intended but being too foggy to figure out what.

"How about you buy me another martini and we find out?"

"Go." Angela said, pushing him towards the bar. "Go sweet talk her."

"Okay." He said as he was sat back down. "Heeeyyyy, Daisy."

"Hello Lance." She said, not looking at him and continuing to play with a cherry. He leaned in and got by her face.

"What has my Daisy so floppy? Wheres the smile? Show me the smile, come one." He poked her cheek. "Come on." Daisy bit her lip to try and prevent the inevitable grin.

"Knock it off lance." She laughed.

"Never." Sweets leaned forward and hugged onto her. "Smile! I command you!"

"Stop it!" She said through her giggles as she held into him so they didn't fall.

"There's my girl!" He pulled away to Eskimo kiss her with his nose.

"Lance..." She giggled as they got their drinks.

"Kid, kid!" Derek whispered to Spencer, who was sitting by Sweets. "Bump into the good doctor, make him spill his drink on her."

"That seems rude." Spencer said, shaking his head.

"If he spills it on her he will want to help clean her up, maybe he'll take her in the bathroom... Alone... Maybe she'll have to remove her shirt..." Derek whispered. "Bonus pionts if he spills it on her chest area. Do it or I'll just push you into him."

"Morgan."

"Fine." Derek let out a loud laugh and slammed his body into Reid causing a dreadful chain reaction. Spencer went flailing into Sweets, then to the floor. Sweets drink splattered onto Daisy, along with almost his entire body.

"Oh my God, I am so..." Sweets scrambled about. "I'm sorry! Let's get you over, uh..." Sweets grabbed her hand and started to lead her to the bathrooms. "Here, let me help you." Derek silently cheered to Angela as Reid stayed lying on his back on the floor.

Sweets lead Daisy into the woman's bathroom, as to make it comfortable for her. He could help to yet, glance at her chest and body area as her shirt was sticking closely to her being now.

"Alright paper towels." He nodded, shuffling around, scrabbling for paper towels but when he turned he was greeted with a surprise. Daisy had removed her shirt, wrinkling her nose at it. Sweets made an unmanly squeak, frozen in place.

"Lance, give me the towles." She sighed.

"You... What... Bra." Sweets blabbered, blinking owlishly.

see through i know." She dismissed, "normal bra doesn't work with the shirt."Yeah, see through" she dismissed, still glaring at the shirt. "Normal one made me look tacky."

"Daisy, I'm sorry..." Sweets breathed, stepping forward.

"About wha-" she started to asked but Sweets had captured her lips with his own. Daisy froze, shocked at the sudden change in his behavior. Then she was quick to respond, grabbing his shirt and pulling him clothes.

"I love you." He whispered between fevered kisses, tugging at her pants. She giggled into his lips, unbuttoning his shirt.

"I love you so much." She kissed his nose. Soon they were lost in each other.

Outside the door stood Reid and Angela, guarding the door so no one walked in on them. A woman stumbled up to the door, blinking at the two guards.

"Wha-"

"Out of order." Angela said sternly.

"But-"

"ITS NOT WORKING." She said, frightening the woman off.

"Smooth."

"Thank you."

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Sweets looked down at the ground as he yanked his pants up from around his ankles. His breath was still quick from his recent feat. He was trying his best not to look at Daisy, who he knew was all sweaty and naked. Daisy let out a loud, hysterical laugh, frightening Sweets into looking up.

"S-sorry, I'm happy…" She mumbled, face bright red as she looked to the floor.

"I'm happy to..." He cleared his throat as she put her bra back on, which really wasn't very helpful to his problem. "We going to... Talk about this?"

"Well," she slipped her shirt on rather quickly."Is there a 'this' to talk about?"

"I don't know... Is there? I mean you said..." Sweets let out a squeak as he looked back to the floor.

"I love you Lance," she stated with surety. "And you love me. But do we want to...be together?"

"I don't know. I mean, I know I want to, but if you don't, that's fine with me. I can stay away if that's what you want." Sweets said as he found his shirt.

"No Lance i mean, I don't want to sound cliche." Daisy sighed. "All I want is you."

"Would it be equally cliche if I said that I felt the same way?" Sweets smiled as he slipped his shirt back on. Daisy practically tackled him, and he caught her in a sloppy kiss punctuated with giggles. "Okay, okay, calm down. We can't have sex in the bathroom again. Though I think we can agree that we are back together, yeah? And bonus points, your shirt is drying now!" He smiled before kissing her. She giggled, pressing a hard kiss to his lips before dropping to the floor.

"Absolutely Lance-a-lot."

"Whatcha doin down there, Miss Daisy?" Sweets cocked a brow at her. She gave him a funny little smile, then frowned at his zipped jeans.

"I've got one last thing to do before we go back out there."

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"Don't they look well sexed." Morgan chuckled sipping his beer.

"Morgan!" Reid scolded before actually looking at his friend. "Oh... Well, uh... They are holding hands."

"And his hair is spiked, hers is horribly tangled." He gave a low whistle. "Kids get freaky!"

"Morgan..." Spencer groaned, giving him a flat look, blowing a breath out his nose.

"She's walking funny to."

"MORGAN." He chuckled, raising his hands in surrender. "Shut up, they're coming over."

"Hey, Spence." Sweets cleared his throat as they sat down.

"What were you two doing in there, eh?" Derek smirked, earning him a flying elbow from Reid. He barely flinched when the boney arrow got him in the side.

"N-nothing!" Sweets was pink from his shoulders to his forehead. At the same time Daisy chimed with a smile: "Having sex."

"Daisy!" Sweets blushed before leaning in and whispering. "Why would you tell them that!?"

"Nothing to be ashamed of Lance." She leaned closer to fix his hair. "Plus, it was amazing."

"Oh my God." Lance slammed his head against the bar.

"I like this girl!" Derek grinned.

"My boyfriend is a little shy, and modest." Daisy smiled, stroking Sweets back. Angela, with surprising bat hearing as she was nearly across the bar, practically sprinted over.

"Boyfriend?" She was almost bouncing in her spot.

"Yes, boyfriend." Daisy smiled. "We decided to get back together."

"Yeah..." Sweets sighed, sitting back up and kissing Daisy on the cheek. Angela screamed and pulled Spencer up by his shirt to kiss him. Hodgins de a disgruntled noise from behind her, but looked more amused than anything.

"You could kiss your husband, Angie." Jack commented, and she spun around to do just that. Derek smirked up at a gobsmacked Reid.

"Don't worry, Spence, she has that effect on people." Sweets smiled at his friend. "Though I do question why she is so excited about this." The group turned to look at him with matching expressions of false-confusion and innocence. At that moment Garcia entered, turning head with her dark red dress, decorated with splashes of pink hearts, she saw the young couple practically in each others laps and grinned.

"I see my little love birds worked everything out."

"Yes we did." Daisy giggled, nuzzling into the croak of Sweets neck and kissing at his collar bone. Sweets was eyeing the group suspiciously, going through the last few days-what he could remember- clinically.

"SA and SV were ake." He said slowly, watching their faces. "Daisy kept coming over, Angela tried to make me better at flirting, Spence you were acting more awkward then normal…" His eyes grew three sizes and he stared at them accusingly.

"Sweety, what're you talking about?" Angela said, trying to cover things up. "Lets just try and celebrate you two!"

"Oh my God, it was YOU!" Sweets pointed at the woman. "You planned all this, didn't you!?"

"Spencer helped!" She waved her arms. "And Garcie! And Booth, Derek, JJ, Brennan even!"

"Angela!" The group exclaimed.

"You were all in on this?" Sweets blinked. "Why?" Daisy was looking at all of them, confused.

"We wanted you guys to be together." Spencer shrugged, playing with a spoon and not looking at them. "To be happy…"

"Why didn't you just tell us instead of this complicated plan with secret admirers and all this..." Sweets waved around his arms. Spencer gave him an exasperated look, then turned his eyes back to the table.

"You both made me promise not to tell the other…"

"Okay, I'll give you that one." Sweets sighed before looking to the rest. "The rest of you have no excuses."

"It was more fun." Hodgins was unconcerned while sipping his beer.

"You made me think that some smooth Casanova was moving in on Daisy for fun?" Sweets gave Angela a flat look

"We wanted her to think it was you." Angela whined.

"I wish I had known!"

"Baby, calm down, their hearts were in the right place." Daisy snuggled up to him, wrapping an arm around him. "It's sorta sweet that they all wanted to help us." Sweets sighed, leaning into her.

"I guess..."

"Thank them, Lance, it was nice of them."

"THANK them!? I-"

"Lance."

"... Thank you, for helping us get together." Sweets mumbled, glancing to the others shyly. Spencer's face sparked alight and he turned his eyes up to smile at Sweets. Sweets smiled back and the party went on.

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"Lance." Daisy's voice sounded from doorway of the bedroom. She sounded as nervous as he felt. In Daisy's hand was a stick, innocent looking but important, a stick that could change their life forever. "I did it... We just have to wait."

"Okay, it'll be okay no matter what." He repeated, the same thing he'd been saying since she announced 'I think I'm pregnant.'

"It will..." Daisy gulped, sitting down by him, staring down at the pregnancy test that seemed to taunt her. "Won't it? We'll be okay?"

"Yes." He hugged her with one arm, dropping a kiss on her shoulder. "We'll make a great team."

"Right... Right right, we will..."

"Daisy, look at me." Sweets grasped her chin and turned her head so she was looking at him. He gave her a soft smile. "You will be a great mother. You are sweet, caring, and wonderful. Any kid would lucky to have you as a mother." He gave her a kiss. She heaved a breath, worrying her lip.

"With you by my side," She lifted the stick to look at it, "I can be amazing."

"If you say so." He teased, pawing the stick down. "It won't be ready for another minute, calm down."

"You know you'll be a good daddy, right?" Daisy smiled at her mate, he looked aside to the ground.

"Yeah, I think I just might be." They sat in a balanced silence for a few moments.

"Its ready Lance."

"I know."

" we should look at it."

"I know."

"Oh, you look at it, I can't do it!" She covered her eyes and handed him the daunting stick. He looked away as he took it, hand shaking as it drew nearer to his eye line.

"Oh my God Daisy..." His words fell from his lips in a trembling gust. His love peeked through her fingers at him.

"What?" She squeaked and he was silent for a few seconds that really felt much longer, more like an eternity.

"You... You're pregnant." Lance finally replied, eyes reflecting the soft light of the room. "W-with our child..."

"We're a family."

"We're a family." He repeated, holding her close and giving her a kiss. "We're having a baby..."

"This is... Amazing... What are we going to tell the others?" She asked, blinking up at him as he rubbed her still flat stomach. "Should we wait? At least intill after the first trimester?"

"Yeah... But can I at least tell Booth and Spencer?" Sweets gave her a begging look. "They are my closest friends, please!"

"Yes, baby, of course." She pecked his lips..

"Thank you, thank you so much. Now, what do you and the baby want for dinner?"

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Sweets smiled brightly as he walked into the Diner to see Booth and Reid waiting. He couldn't wait to tell them, Booth was like a brother and Spencer was his best friend. Ever since they had reconnected they had become closer then ever, especially since they actually lived near each other now.

"Hey!" He waved to them, startling them out of conversation. "How's it going?"

"We're waitin' on you, kid, you said you had something to tell us?" Booth said, leaning back in his seat.

"Something good, judging by the amount of happiness you have been exhibiting the last few days." Spencer said, straightening himself out. Sweets was nearly vibrating in his seat, smiling like the hatter.

"I'm pregnant!" He blinked, shaking his head. "Daisy's pregnant!"

"What, really?" Spencer asked with a shocked smile.

"Uh-huh! We are having a baby, a tiny, squishy, crying machine." Sweets grinned even wider, just when they thought it not possible.

"You knocked up your first girl, Sweets, congrats!" Booth chortled, patting his good friend on the back. Sweets gave him a Look,but continued smiling.

"Who knows?" Reid asked.

"You two, and I would appreciate it if you guys didn't tell anyone else. Daisy and AU want it under wraps intill she is past the first trimester, but we decided to tell you two because, well, you two are special." Sweets rubbed the back of his neck.

"We're special!" Booth elbowed Reid playfully. Reid smiled back, and turned to look at his old friend.

"I'm glad this turned out so well." Spencer nodded, a smile stretching his face.

"So am I."

"You're going to make a good dad, Sweets." Booth ruffled his hair and Sweets laughed, looking at his smiling friends. He had his old friend and his new old friend here and they were happy for him, which made him even happier. He knew these two were going to be great 'uncles' to his unborn child. With that thought in mind, his smile stretched further as he laughed and ruffled Booths hair back. Then the agents phone chimed, signalling another adventure.

"We have a case." Booth stood, still smiling. He began to exit, and Sweets stood to follow.

"Wanna come with?" Lance asked Spencer, who grinned and grabbed his jacket.

Fin