Set during season 4

Lance Sweets sat in his office looking at a picture of Daisy and him, they were happy... It might only be love for one of them but on the outside everything looked good, and nobody suspected a thing. Sure Daisy was a little out there, but at least he was making someone happy.

He sighed setting the picture of them both back on his desk, it was more of an ornament to show people he had a girlfriend. It was sad really, Daisy was just for show. Sweets had never known love, sure he had seen guys he found attractive, but he remained a closeted homosexual. He surveyed the dark room and sighed, this was all he had, being a psychologist for the FBI, at least he was good at something. The clock on his mantle piece chimed only once, was it really 1:00am? He had been sat, moping in his office for four hours with no disruptions... Nobody wondered where he was, or what he was doing, if he wanted to go out for the night or anything. Not even Daisy! Sweets picked up his phone and noticed it had been on silent.

Daisy W 22:41: What time will you be home? x

Daisy W 23:56 I'm going to bed, don't over work yourself! Love you x

Sweets smiled a little, he may not love her but at least she cared. She understood that working for the government meant he was busy, well...sometimes, sometimes he just stared off into space for hours on end.

However, he decided that now it was probably best for him to head home. Nobody seemed to need his assistance so it was pointless him hanging around, heck with all the lights off everyone probably thought he had gone home. As he put on his jacket he looked out his window at all the pretty lights, he loved the city at night. He grabbed his black shoulder bag and slung it over his shoulder as he opened his office door, as he shut it behind him he looked around the office to see what poor souls had been forced to stay the night to work a case.

Only a few agents lingered but the person who caught his eye was Special Agent Seeley Booth, he was in the staff room pouring himself a cup of coffee. Sweets decided he would go say goodnight to the older man. As he approached him the agent sipped at his coffee and made a face of disgust.

"You know," Booth said tipping the contents of the cup down the drain, "if we have to stay here all night the least they could do is provide decent coffee!"

Sweets chuckled, "well-"

Booth huffed, "don't try and stick up for them Sweets, aren't you an expert in people? Can't you say that we need nice tasting coffee in the workplace!" Booth said with his hands on his hips.

"Who is this 'them' you're referring too? The government, the F-"

Booth interrupted the younger man, making a noise in frustration and sat down. "Stop analysing me!"

Sweets smirked a little but decided not to push him.

"Did you want something?" Booth asked looking up at the other man.

"Just saying goodnight," Sweets said, "I'm heading off home."

"Alright for some," Booth snorted.

Sweets sat down too in concern, "is something wrong Agent Booth?"

"It's Parker..." Booth said, "he was supposed to be staying round mine tonight but I can't leave until I finish this case."

"And you're afraid you've upset your son?" Sweets asked.

"Of course," Booth said, "it's upset me, so he must be too!"

Sweets watched as Booth wiped his brow and glared at the table in anger. He knew Parker meant everything to him, especially since he didn't get to see him much anymore.

"Bones and Wendall are looking at the skeleton, to see if she missed something in her initial examination of the body." Booth said, "we've come to a dead end and it's messed up all my plans!"

Sweets pursed his lips, he glanced down at the table in thought and then looked up at the man, "is there anything I can do to help? I mean I know-"

"No!" Booth interrupted him again, "you go home, enjoy your night."

When Sweets didn't budge or respond the agent looked up at him in question, "why are you still sitting there?"

"Because I want to help solve this case," Sweets replied.

Booth sighed, "you can review the case file if you would like... take it home, see if there's anything you can think of. Everything has been accounted for, we have a murder weapon, time and cause of death. Everything but the who."

"Great!" Sweets smiled, "I can do that for you!"

Booth stood and walked to the elevator, Sweets followed behind swiftly.

"Take the file home though, I wouldn't want you staying here." Booth said pressing the up button.

As the elevator started to move Booth noticed Sweets staring at him, "what?"

"I just- you're here..."

"I am yes, did you want a medal?" Booth asked as the doors opened, he started walking towards his office.

"Well no, I just- I mean- you're here... So why can't I be?"

Booth came to a halt at the doorway to his office and spun round, "why Sweets? Because you have a choice to go home. Take it."

Sweets looked into Booth's eyes and tried not to wince, the older male could be very intimidating.

"O-okay," the younger man said as Booth retrieved the case file off his desk.

"I'll need it back by tomorrow afternoon," Booth said, "you understand?"

Sweets nodded and took the case file, "of course... See you tomorrow Booth."