Ok so next Chapter, sorry if it sucks. Read&Review Thanks to the few who have.

I do not own Bones, sadly. Or any of its characters.

had managed to make his way through the Hoover hallways without anyone stopping him to chat about a profile or seek a bit of off the cuff advice from their resident shrink. Back in Agent Booths big black SUV he had convinced himself he could handle the task at hand and get back to his day...right just compose a simple summary. As he rounded the corner and saw his office door, his resolve began to falter. Once he was in that room he would have to do something he had not done consciously for years. Reaching for the doorknob, he paused for just a moment as if to steel himself against some attack then opened the door. Once inside he walked over to his desk. As he sat down he noticed a stray red rubber band lying haphazardly near the base of the small desk lamp. Snatching up the rogue office supply he opened his desk drawer retrieved an impressive rubberband ball and returned the offending band back where it belonged. He took comfort in the neat orderly appearance of his workspace. Come on stop stalling, time to do this. Just a simple summary... yeah ..real simple just sit here let your mind drift back... back..after nearly TWENTY YEARS OF TRYING NOT TO REMEMBER THAT TIME...SIMPLE! Aggravated with himself and the task itself Sweets flopped down on his couch. He grabbed a throw pillow and hugged it to his chest, he closed his eyes as he let his chin rest on the pillow. He thought back to his parents, he wished he could stay in those memories, but pushed back further. Just focus on a single moment, let it take you into itself. He was there inside that dark cramped closet... again. He could remember crying out for Daddy. Daddy please, I want out! Crying until he was hoarse and passing out from exhaustion... Lance felt his heart begin to race...inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly he calmed himself. Other memories came then went...all of them...were the stuff his nightmares had always been made of... but popping up inbetween the were random moments...impossible flashes of things he didn't want to accept. Those were the memories that made his stomach twist into knots. The emotions that were attached to them were even worse...automatically he began pushing them away...such things never happened. As he pulled himself back into the present Sweets found himself clutching the pillow so tightly his knuckles had gone white and pain shot through his hands as he attempted to release his grip. Tossing the pillow across the room the psychologist slid into his desk chair, opened his laptop and began typing, furiously punching at the keys. He gave brief bare bones descriptions of the abuses he remembered and he knew were similar to Brian Forrester. It was not his best work...hardly worth the effort. Sweets was done. Agent Booth and Dr. Brennen could solve this case with or without his simple little version of events or not, but he was not going, willingly back into that dark place inside himself. He shoved the single sheet of paper into a crisp clean manilla folder then placed it in the top drawer of his desk, he prefered to hand it Booth himself instead of risking its misplacement by simply leaving on Agent Booth often cluttered desk. Lance was glad that the task was done. Now he could go back to his regular duties...back into the therapist chair and off of the couch. Glancing outside he noticed how dark it was, suddenly it occurred to him his trip through time must have been longer then he thought. Checking the time on the old wristwatch his father had given him Lance was suprised, 6:30 already? Apparently time flew when you weren't having fun too.He thought about dinner, he should probably eat...he could order takeout, but as the images of food popped into his mind, a wave of nausea crashed over him. Nah..food could wait. So instead Lance opened up his email to see what work was waiting for his attention. Reaching into a side drawer he pulled out a pair of highend wireless headphones, with a few taps of the touchscreen he soon was lost in speed of light pounding of drums, manic guitar rifts and the shrieks and screams of Deaths leadman. Totally immersed, he began replying to the numerous emails that had built up through the day.

It was late when Agent Booth and Dr. Brennen stepped off the elevator in the quiet bullpen area of the Hoover. But Booth had insisted that he needed to stop by his office to pick up a file Agent Shaw had compiled of recently released convicts that fit the child killers profile. As they made their way around the room Booth noticed the light still on in the psychologists office.

After grabbing the files from his office Booth and Bones entered Sweets office. They found the man at his desk, his thrashing head partially obscured by the laptops screen. The fingertips of his left hand striking the desktop at a manic pace building in speed and intensity until crescendoing into pounding the hard surface before transitioning back to fingertips. All the while his eyes maintained there lock on the computer screen as he typed away with his right hand. So lost in that world he didn't even see Booth and Bones barge unannounced ,once again, into his workspace. Which explained why he nearly jumped out of his chair, when a grinning Agent Booth tossed one of the small "theraputic aids" ,aka a bright yellow smiley face stress ball at the therapist. It bounced it off his head, coming to a rest on the keyboard.

"Dammit Booth! Are trying to give me a freaking heart attack! ",Sweets shouted at Booth while reclaiming his position in his chair. His face flushed with anger and embarassment. As he calmed his breathing to less panicked levels, Sweets glared at the yellow smiley face mocking him from the keyboard, snatching it up he tossed it back at Booth only to watch as he deftly caught it. "Would it kill you to ever knock?!", even as the words left his mouth he knew the truth in Booths inevitable comeback.

"Knock? You really believe knocking was going make a difference? When your in here headbanging to ...what? ", Booth picked the headphones up from where they had landed on the desk after being tossed off. Placing them over his ears he winced as the jagged rifts of death metal assualted him. "Death metal? Really? Huh.. no wonder you jumped out of your skin.", Booth teased, but he remembered that day at the diner the denial then admission, "..sometimes when its been a hard day at work, I might listen to a few bootleg cds ..." today definately qualified.

"Are you alright, Sweets? ", Brennens worry filled eyes hinted she too remembered that paticular conversation, "I attempted to dissuade Booth but he could not help himself." She shot Booth with a scolding "I told you so" glare. "Given todays events it was quite childish behavior."

"It's okay , I am fine...I was just really startled... that's all. And Booth I'm sorry for yelling at you...I ..I know you were just joking around. Just next time, could you flick the lights off and on or something? ", Sweets said as he forced a smile across his still rosey face.

Booth felt about two feet tall, what was just fun for him probably wasn't so much for the guy behind the desk, " Look, no problem ...it was my bad. Alright. Uh.. yeah sorry Sweets."

The trio sat and stood in awkward silence, until Sweets opened the top drawer of the desk pulling out the folder. He stood, grabbing his jacket from the chair and folding it over the arm that held the folder, then stepped beside the agent. He treated Booth to an apprehensive glare before presenting him with the folder.

"I feel this will suffice, now its late and I think I'll head home, Good night .", Lance noticed that Booth had yet to reach for the offered manilla folder. Dear God Booth wasn't wanting to read and review was he?" "Booth? This is why you dropped by right? For this?" The last word came out as a hiss. Come on Booth just take it. Then we can all go the hell home. Sweets was relieved when the agent finally took the file. Booth never waivered eye contact with the younger man, who to his credit maintained his own apprehensive glare.

"No. I mean ...sure.. if you were done. But, no Sweets, that's not why we stopped by. It's late, your light was on...and after a day like today we just wondered how you might be doing.", Booths voice had taken on that tone he had whenever he scolded Parker or Christine. Or errant kid shrinks. Booth looked at the file wearily, then back to Sweets. "Go home its been along day. Goodnight Sweets."

"Goodnight Booth. . Uh...thanks for looking out for me.", With that Sweets bid a hasty retreat from his own office. Leaving behind people who seemed to care for him. Even at times like these when he underestimated the level of concern they had for him. Way to go Lance!

After watching Sweets leave Bones edged closer to her partner. She placed her hand on his broad shoulder, "Booth? You seem upset. Is it because of my condemnation of your prank? Or Sweets yelling at you?" She spoke gently. Perplexed by his action of not simply taking the file and bidding Dr. Sweets goodnight. Booth turned to his wife giving her a wistful smile.

"I'm okay Bones...no, you were right about tossing the ball and he was well within his rights to yell at me. I don't know...it was just the way he decided the ONLY reason we came by was for that report...like... we don't care about how all this... crap could affect him. I guess it pisses me off.", Booth was holding up the folder looking at it, "And that look he had when he handed this to me and those words "feel" and "suffice". Bones, I can tell you now, there is nothing new to be learned in this. Whatever it is that he went through he isn't going to tell us. At first I thought maybe he just couldn't remember stuff...but ..it's all there. He's done with this case... for now. We will follow the leads we have." Bones wrapped her arms around his strong warm chest, resting her chin on his shoulder as she mummered softly, " You are such a good man, Booth. We can figure this out. Don't worry I am sure Sweets knows how much you care...we all care. It has been a long day for us both. Let's go home.", she nuzzeled in and kissed his neck as Booth returned her embrace and buried his face into her soft hair, losing himself in the feel of her.

"Your right. Let's go home Babe."