Hey, so this is the second chapter. I don't know where it's gonna go but here it is. LacieKat16 :)

Previously

"So what was the matter yesterday?" he asked. Lance got really still at this. He could feel his ears burning up. Using his spoon, he played around with the soup, trying to avoid Booth's question at all cost. All the same while the dream from last night came rushing back to him.

"Sweets?"

Booth watched as Sweets fiddled with his soup. The blush rising to the shrinks cheeks, burned candy apple red. Booth could tell that something was up, but knew that Sweets didn't want to talk about it.

"Okay. We'll just drop it." Booth said as he patted the back of the younger man's hand sympathetically. After a few more moments of awkward silence, Booth got up to leave. After a quick good-bye, he left the building and got into his car. While he drove, Booth couldn't help but remember the way that the young psychologist was so quiet around him now. This was odd even for them. Sweets and himself had always been honest and open with each other.

How odd, thought the agent. Pushing the thoughts back, he focused on making his way to the Jeffersonian, to meet up with Bones on some new evidence in the case. It took twenty minutes to reach the huge building and upon entering, Booth ran into Angela Montenegro, literally.

"I'm so sorry Angela." Booth apologized. Angela just laughed and shook it off, smiling as she did so.

"Nah, it's okay Booth. I was just on my way to see Sweets in his office." She stated.

"He's home sick today. He wasn't feel so well last night. I was just there, bringing him some chicken soup. He looked almost as sick as he did yesterday when we were working together." Booth exclaimed. Angela nodded and turned around to head to her office.

"I'll go over during my lunch break see if he's okay." The tall brunette mused. Booth nodded along and the two split and went their separate ways. Booth had just passed Cam's office when Brennan caught up with him. She started jabbering away about how the victim broke a bone.

"Gotcha Bones. The guy was dead when his killer tossed him overboard and that broke a couple bones. Right?" Booth said in words normal people would understand.

"No, Booth you need to use the correct terminology. The victim suffered a post-mortem compression fracture after being PUSHED off a 30ft ledge." Dr. Brennan exasperated. Huffing at her partner's incompetence, Temperance left. Rolling his eyes Booth walked out of the Jeffersonian and headed back to the J. Edgar Hoover building.

When Angela split away from Booth, she had a sneaking suspicion about what was up with Sweets.

"Cam. Cam. CAM!"Angela yelled and jogged off to where her boss was standing. Cam who was signing off on some evidence to the case, looked up.

"Yes, Angela?" she asked.

"Do you need me for anything else?" Angela questioned. Cam shook her head in response. Angela grinned

"Why do you ask Angela?" Cam wondered.

"A friend of mine is really sick and needs my help. Do mind if I take the rest of the day off to help him?" Angela asked.

"Sure, if we really need you, we'll give you a call." and with that Angela took off. Getting into her car, Angela wondered about what had Sweets so sick. A problem with Daisy? With Booth? She was worried about a sick Lance Sweets. Mostly because the man never got sick or missed work. He loved it. He had told her so, in one of their many private conversations. But what had him so worried? He sometimes got so hyped on something it would make him sick. Something that happened to be hereditary. Angela got that way too. What everyone didn't know was that Sweets was Angela's younger half brother, on their mother's side. After Angela's parents split, her mom fell in love with a carnie and took off. Leaving Angela to grow up on tour with her dad. After the two had found out they were related, they became almost inseparable. No body knew about it though. They wanted to keep it secret. The train of constant though kept Angela occupied long enough so that when she looked up, she was out side, Sweets' apartment. Walking up to the door she buzzed his number.

"Who is it?" came Lance's voice from the speaker.

"Take a wild guess little brother." Angela replied. Click. The door unlocked and allowed Angela into the building. After climbing the stairs, something Angela never wanted to do in heels ever again. She knocked on her brother's door. It swung open revealing a rather messed up psychologist in Family Guy pajama bottoms and a grey tee-shirt.

"You, my wonderful brother, look like hell." She stated simply. Lance rolled his eyes at her, but smirked. Stepping aside, he let his big sister in.

"What is it Angie?" he asked innocently.

"Whats up with you? I want to know whats going on in my little Lance's head." Angela threw back. Lance flopped down on his couch and sighed, putting his head in his hands, blush running up his cheek like a marathon. Angela sat down next to him and wrapped her arms around him.

"Why don't you start from the beginning." she suggested. Lance nodded and launched into his tale, telling Angela everything. From the dreams to the break down at the office yesterday evening. He even went in to detail about how Daisy offered to cook for him. Angela laughed there.

"The thing that scares me most is that I think I really love him. Like I am actually in love with Seeley Booth." Sweets admitted hanging his head in shame. Angela tilted his chin up and smiled.

"Lance, you are my baby brother. I love you no matter what. It's what family is for. Right?" Angela said quietly. "And to be perfectly honest. I think you and Booth should get together. I think you'd work out fine." Lance stared at his deranged sister. She simply sat there smiling at him as if nothing was wrong. He shook his head and laughed.

"Now tell me in full detail, the dream you had last night." Angela asked in all seriousness. Lance shook his head again.

"Sometimes I don't get how we're related, because we are almost nothing a like," Lance laughed, "But okay, here it goes..."

When Sweets finished, he looked up at Angela, who was sitting next to him with her mouth open and a misty look in her eye. Angela promptly shut her mouth and wiped her eyes. She sat silent for a few minutes and then looked over.

"Damn. I wish my dreams about Hodgins were that erotic and romantic." She gasped. The two laughed for a little while until things got calmed down.

"So what we need to do is train you to be around Booth. That way you can be pervy shrink here in the privacy of your own home and still work. I know it's killing you being away from the office." Angela stated whilst clapping her hands together.

"How are we going to do that? Every time I see Booth, I get all hot and bothered and end up having a panic attack." Sweets mumbled. He looked up to see his sister with a cheshire cat grin spread wide across her face.

"Why don't we tell everyone.."

"No. We are not telling everyone I've got the hots for Booth." Sweets nearly yelled. Angela huffed.

"Not that. About us. Being brother and sister?" Angela exclaimed grasping at straws. Sweets then smiled.

"Oh okay."

"That way, you can be around Booth, but as my brother and not a pervy stalkerish psychologist." She laughed. Maniacs, their family was full of them. A few hours later, Sweets and Angela entered the Founding Fathers Tavern. They saw their group of friends over in the corner. Daisy looked over Angela with venom in her eyes. She softened them when Sweets looked at her.

"Lancelot. How are you feeling?" She shouted over the noise. He smiled down at her and took her hand, tugging her off to a remote corner of the bar.

"Look Daisy, I like you."

"But?" Daisy asked.

"Well, It's just I've done a lot of thinking and you and I just don't seem to work. I'm really sorry but I think it would be better if we went our separate ways." Lance said. Tears welled up in Daisy's eyes. That was expected. What wasn't expected was Daisy storming over to the group and smacking Angela across the face before running from the bar. Lance rushed over.

"Angie, are you all right?" Lance asked.

"ANGIE?" Hodgins bellowed. He looked pissed. Angela, got up with help from Dr. Brennan and then stood in between Hodgins and Sweets.

"Sweets, you better not be stealing my woman. No wonder Daisy was so angry." Hodgins exploded.

"Jack you don't understand." Angela started.

"Understand? UNDERSTAND? Of course I understand. Who could love a crazy maniac like me?" Hodgins ranted.

"Lancelot, how could you hurt me and Hodgins like that? What has gotten into you two?" Daisy, who had come back for her purse, pleaded.

"Everyone calm down, it's not what you think. Please." Lance begged the group. Jack who was still huffing at the very least took the seat farthest from Sweets, but stayed still. Daisy, sat down in the chair closest to her.

"Angie, may I?" Lance asked and continued when she nodded. She was still trying to keep Hodgins in his seat.

"Angela and I are not a couple in anyway shape or form. The reason we are so close is because Angie is my half sister. We're siblings not lovers." Sweets exclaimed. Hodgins breathed a sigh of relief.

"So your Angela's brother?" Daisy asked. Sweets nodded his head. Daisy looked over at Angela.

"I'm so sorry I hit you. I should have just asked." Daisy apologized. Angela opened her mouth to speak when Dr. Brennan jumped in.

"I've been telling you all that anger is an irrelevant emotion." Brennan piped in. Booth rolled his eyes at his partner. Sweets looked over at the agent and caught his eye. Booth smiled at the psychologist, who then got very heated. Sweets looked away and caught his sister's eye.

Help me. He mouthed at her. She nodded and they both walked outside. Sweets leaned bent over himself.

"I can't do it. I can't look at him, talk to him let alone think of him." Sweets cried, tears pooling in his eyes. Angela rubbed her brother's back. Back in the bar Booth looked over the shrink, noticing how pale and clammy he looked. Angela walked back inside and grabbed her coat.

"Lance isn't feeling well. I'm gonna take him home." Angela stated. Everyone acknowledge her and smiled and waved at Lance out the window. Once safely inside the car, Sweets started crying. Tears streamed down his cheek and onto the collar of his shirt. Angela reached over and rubbed Lance's back once again. Angela drove him back quietly and dropped him off. Lance wiped his eyes and let himself in. He shrugged out of his jacket and threw it towards the couch. Stripping, Lance crawled into bed and cried himself to sleep.

Agent Seeley Booth watched as Angela drove away with Sweets in the passenger seat. He hadn't noticed how much Sweets and Angela looked a like. Now it was so obvious, he wondered how people didn't figure it out earlier. As the little get together came to a close, Booth sent the last person home in a cab, a very drunk Jack Hodgins and then headed home himself. When he reached his small apartment, he let himself in and dropped his briefcase on the table. With one hand he pulled off his tie and threw it into his special tie basket his sister had made on a whim. He slipped out of his jacket and unbuttoned his dress shirt. Eventually he stripped down to his boxers and slipped under his covers. The only thing was, he couldn't get to sleep. His mind wouldn't let him. So many things ran through his head, keeping him from closing his eyes. Eventually Seeley couldn't take it and did something he hadn't done in a while. Write in the journal that he had to do when he was recovering from his gambling problem. It was one thing he hated but couldn't necessarily get rid of, because it had it's times where it helped him.

Today is March 23, 2008. I've been gamble free for, oh who cares. Force of habit when it comes to writing in this stupid thing. Today was interesting. Angela and Sweets are brother and sister. Who would have guessed! Bones maybe. Cam's been talking to me lately. She's the only one who knows that I'm gay other than my Pops. I told her when she first asked me out all those years ago. Pops figured it out because he just knew everything. She's been trying to talk me into admitting who I have a crush on. Okay now I sound like a teenage girl. This guy is younger, smart, talented. Everything Cam and Pops have always been hoping for in a gut that I would meet. I want to tell him but I don't think that the timings right. I don't know what to do anymore. I'm still "closeted" as Cam is calling it. I know I could trust Angela, maybe I'll talk to her. Booth.

After writing everything down, Booth's mind was finally at peace and he slipped off to sleep in no time. He slept peacefully and woke up with a refreshed mind. After making himself an omelet, he texted Cam.

To: Cam

From: Booth

Meet me for coffee?

Booth's phone beeped.

To: Booth

From: Cam

Sure, Café at the end of Broadway?

Booth sent off one more text telling Cam, he'd meet her there in half and hour. It took Booth about twelve minutes to get ready and then he headed out to the Café. Pulling up outside the front door, Booth quickly caught sight of Cam in the back corner booth. Booth walked inside and sat down across from his friend. A waitress came up and took his order, coffee, black with two sugars. As soon as the waitress turned around, Cam launched her verbal attack at booth.

"So are you ever going to tell me who you like. I'd like to go on a double date sooner rather later." Cam said. Booth chuckled and shook his head. They both fell quiet as the nosey waitress came back with their orders. She stayed longer than either person would have liked and it wasn't until she realized that she wasn't getting any gossip, that she left.

"So whats on your mind, Seeley." Cam asked.

"Do you know why Sweets has been acting so weird lately? He's been jumpy, panicked. Completely all over the place." Booth explained. Cam put her coffee on the table and folded her hands together. This meant that she was serious about something.

"I don't know. I'd ask Angela. You know I couldn't believe that they were brother and sister. It was just surprising." Cam stated. Booth chuckled and nodded his head in agreement.

"I hear you and the fact that Sweets broke up with Daisy last night was just over the top. No Daisy slapping Angela was over the top." Booth responded. The two friends eventually just sat there enjoying their coffee in comfortable silence. When they had finished their coffee, Booth payed and then they both went on their ways to work. As Booth entered the building, he saw Sweets headed up for his office. Booth followed the young doctor, curious as to why he was at work when he was so sick last night. Booth knocked on the shrink's open door.

"Agent Booth, what can I do for you?" Sweets asked, with a small smile tugging at his lips. Booth cocked an eyebrow.

"What are you doing here Sweets? You looked really bad last night. You should be home resting, getting better." Booth stated. Lance smiled at him and shook his head.

"I can't stand being out of work. I love it too much. Angie says it's part of a family trait. No matter how sick we are, if there is something we love to do, we do it. I'm not contagious so it won't do any harm." Sweets answered. Booth rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"Well it's good to have you back none the less." Booth called as he left the office. He looked back at the shrink who had returned to doing paperwork, worried. It was only two days ago that Sweets had keeled over in the parking lot. Booth's phone rang a couple of seconds into his worry.

"Agent Booth." He said flatly.

"Booth, it's Brennan. Angela found a suspect with the Angelatron. His name is Randall Thomas Grant." His partner voice carried out of the speaker.

"Okay, I'll pick him up." Booth said.

"Oh, Booth," Angela spoke up, "Take my brother. This man has a list of admittances a mile long. Lance might be able to help with getting through to him."

"Sure thing Angela." Booth said and with that he hung up. He turned around and headed back to the office he had just left.

"Hey, Sweets. Are you busy?" Booth asked.

"Not at all, why?"

"Angela found a suspect with a long list of loony bins, as previous addresses." Booth said as he twirled his finger at his temple. Sweets laughed and grabbed his coat. In the car ride, Booth gave Sweets the file Angela had faxed over, including a picture. Opening it up, Lance got a good look at the guy and the reasons he had been admitted.

"Wow, this man's life is like a field day for me," Sweets exclaimed slightly excited, "Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, Anxiety, Depression, Schizophrenia, Paranoia, the list just goes on and on. He served an eighteen month tour in Iraq, He's been arrested for drunken and disorderly conduct, OUIs, possession, assault, theft. The only thing not on here is murder."

"He sounds like so much fun," Booth said sarcastically. Sweets grimaced at him, not impressed by Booth's attitude. For the rest of the car ride, the two stayed silent. When they reached the suspects home, gun shots rang out in the air. Booth pulled his gun from it's holster and exited the car.

"Stay here." he ordered Sweets. Lance watched from the car, as Booth identified himself. Randall took aim and fired at Booth. Lance screamed as Booth fell to the ground. Randall seeing his opponent down took the chance and bolted. Once he was gone, Sweets dashed out of the car and to Booth's side. Blood was pouring out of the agent's abdomen. Sweets pushed his hands to the wound trying to staunch the bleeding and called 911. What seemed like hours, the ambulance showed up and took Booth to the Hospital. Sweets followed. Booth was taken immediately into surgery. The Jeffersonian Team showed up at the waiting room. Angela, seeing her brother shaken and panicked, dragged him off to the cafeteria so that they could talk privately.

"Lance, what happened?" Angela demanded. Lance swallowed hard.

"W-w-we had g-go-gone to pick u-up t-the s-suspect and h-he had a g-gun. I s-stayed in th-the car. B-booth," Lance trailed off, a new batch of tears fresh in his eyes. He cleared his throat, "Booth was about to go up to the man w-when he shot Booth and ran." Lance broke down sobbing.

"Lance, I think you need to tell Booth how you feel about him. Today just proves how short life is." Angela cooed. Lance hiccuped.

"Angie, what if he hates me after." Sweets replies. Angela looked at her brother and shook her head.

"No what ifs. You need to tell him. End of story." She said adamantly. Lance nodded and wiped his eyes.

Upstairs, the surgeon came out. He looked over the crowd gathered in the waiting room.

"Which one of you is Cam Saroyan?" the doctor asked. Cam stood up.

"I am."

"Follow me," the doctor stated and led Cam to the Intensive Care Unit, "He's out and awake. He asked for you, saying their was something he needed to get off his chest." Cam nodded and followed the surgeon quietly, until they reach Booth's room. Cam stepped inside and smiled at Booth.

"Seeley?" Cam said. Booth looked up only half awake, thanks to the pain meds the doctors had given him.

"Cam," Booth said hoarsely, "I need to tell you something."

"If it's about Parker, I will personally make sure he is taken care of." Cam interrupted.

"No, I'm gonna get out of here. I have to. Not just for Parker, but for myself as well. I'm in love. I need to at least tell him that I love him." Booth rasped.

"Who's him, Seeley?" Cam asked.

"Sweets. Cam, I'm in love with Lance Sweets."

So what did you think? Angela and Lance are Brother and Sister! Booth and Sweets are both in love with the other. Will they admit it to each other. All the more reason to write another chapter. I know its a cliffy. Personally I hate them but it is such a great tool for a author. R&R. Thanks. :)