(The Lance to the Heart)
A/N: if you haven't seen Bones 12x01 yet, you might want to skip this chapter for the time being. It contains mild spoilers.
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His friend's memorial service over, Booth thought that he could move on with his life. He didn't want to dwell in the past and yet one phone call forced him to deal with a past he'd rather forget.
My name is Dr. Roshan. I saw on the news that Dr. Lance Sweets died . . . was murdered and well, one of my patients is Dr. Zach Addy. You may not know it but, Dr. Sweets visited Dr. Addy once a week. He's been a regular visitor for many years. I believe that Dr. Sweets and Dr. Addy had a close relationship, more friends than doctor patient.
Growing impatient, Booth interrupted the psychiatrist. "I'm busy Dr. Roshan, could you just cut to the chase. Why are you calling me?"
Yes, of course. The reason why I am calling you is because Dr. Addy is rather isolated. The only visitor he has or had was Dr. Sweets. I'm afraid if I tell Dr. Addy that Dr. Sweets is dead he may not believe me or at best take it badly. I was hoping one of his friends would come visit him and tell him the news. It might help soften the blow.
Surprised with Dr. Roshan's revelation, Booth stared at the Bobble-head Bobby sitting towards the front of his desk. "Zach hasn't been getting any visits from Dr. Jack Hodgins or Dr. Temperance Brennan?"
No. Dr. Brennan stopped visiting at around the same time that Dr. Hodgins did. The only one that has been consistent in visiting Dr. Addy has been Dr. Sweets and now that he's gone . . .
"Right." Booth rubbed his forehead. "Why are you calling me?"
Dr. Sweets left instructions that if anything were to happen that required outside help with Dr. Addy and he was unavailable then I was to call you.
"Me?" Confused, Booth felt a headache coming on. "Why me?"
I'm sure I don't know Agent Booth.
Since he trusted Sweets and he knew that Sweets must have had a reason to place him on the contact list, he might as well take care of it. "Look, I'll make some time and come over there this afternoon and talk to Zach."
Thank you, Agent Booth. I really do think this will help Dr. Addy.
"Yeah." Booth ended the call, opened his desk drawer and fished out a bottle of aspirin. Lately his life had been nothing but pain and disappointment. Having to talk to Zach about Sweets was going to be hard, but Sweets had trusted him and he'd do it. He couldn't break Sweets' trust.
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Once he was there, Booth considered leaving. He really didn't want to be involved with the former intern and he still wondered why Sweets had thought he should be responsible for Zach. He had never been a friend of Zach Addy, but he realized that bringing in Hodgins or Brennan might be a bad idea. He knew for a fact that they used to visit the doctor on a regular basis and he wondered why they had stopped. There wasn't enough information to allow him to understand what was going on, but he knew that they must have had a valid reason and to get them involved now might just make Zach's situation worse as well as theirs.
Dr. Roshan led Booth to Zach's room in silence. The psychiatrist found Zach to be a very interesting patient and one that he observed almost incessantly. Zach's past with Dr. Brennan and the Jeffersonian might turn out to be the key to a project he wanted to start and now that Lance Sweets was no longer available to Zach the situation might be fortuitous at best.
Pausing in front of the door leading into Zach's room, Dr. Roshan rested his hand on the doorknob. "Agent Booth, Dr. Addy is considered an ideal patient. He isn't disruptive nor does he show aggression. I do know why he is here, but I just thought I would mention that we have never had any problems with him."
"Right." Booth wanted the doctor to open the door so he could get the whole thing over with.
Since the agent didn't say anything further, Dr. Roshan opened the door and led the way in to the room. "Dr. Addy you have a visitor."
Surprised, Zach closed the book he was reading and stared at Booth warily. "What are you doing here Agent Booth? Is something wrong with Dr. Brennan?"
"No she's fine." Booth stood just inside the doorway and clasped his hands on his hips. "I just came by to give you some news."
Since he hadn't seen Booth since the day Caroline Julian had informed him in the hospital that the Master was dead and he was going to be institutionalized, Zach wasn't sure he liked the fact the agent was now in his room. "What news?"
"Dr. Sweets is dead." It sounded harsh, but Booth knew he had to be blunt with Zach. "He was murdered a few days ago."
The blood seemed to drain from his face, leaving Zach paler than normal. "Murdered?"
"Yeah." Booth really didn't want to talk about it. "He was serving a warrant and he was murdered.
Appalled, Zach felt his mouth open as he sat frozen for a few moments, starring at Booth. "I . . . I . . ."
His duty done, Booth nodded his head. "I'm sorry to bring you bad news, Zach."
Slowly, Zach stood up and started to tremble. "You are not my friend. You are not my friend. Why did you come tell me this? You have never been my friend." A feeling of doom coming over him, Zach shook his head. "Hodgins and Dr. Brennan . . . Dr. Sweets was my friend, but you are not my friend. You have to leave now. Leave now."
Not really surprised that Zach was angry, Booth shrugged his shoulders. "If you need help, tell Dr. Roshan to call me and I'll see what I can do."
"YOU ARE NOT MY FRIEND!" Zach screamed at the Agent, tears falling down his cheeks. "LEAVE NOW!"
Unable to help the man, Booth left the room, closing the door behind him. His duty done, Booth made his way out to the parking lot and unlocked his SUV. Turning to look at the entrance to the institute, Booth sighed. "What a waste."
Once Booth was gone and the door was closed, Zach charged over to his bookcase, grabbed some books and threw them at the wall. Over and over he pulled out books and threw them, crying the entire time.
Fascinated, Dr. Roshan attempted to place his hand on Zach's arm only to have it thrown off. Once Zach had emptied the bookcase he pulled on the case and knocked it to the ground. I didn't kill anyone. I didn't.
Now alarmed, the psychiatrist moved to the door, opened it and called for help.
Zach beat his hands on the walls, screaming mindless words. The only person who knew he was innocent was dead and he might be trapped in the institute for the rest of his life.
When two orderlies arrived, Zach panicked and tried to fight them off, falling on the bookcase and hitting his head on the corner of the solid piece of oak furniture. Before he blacked out, his last thought was of Booth and how the agent had just told him the worst news of his life. He is not my friend.
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