We're a picture, in my mind
When I want to find you
I just close my eyes
And you'll never be that far from me
So don't say goodbye
And you'll never be that far from me
So I'm telling myself
That I, I will remember you
And all of the things that we've gone through
There is so much I could say but words get in the way
So when we're not together
I will remember you
The figure of a young man seated himself in Lance Sweet's office. Alone, he sat enveloped in quiet aside from the rustling of his patient files. Sighing, he dropped a file on his desk and put his face in his hands, massaging his tense facial muscles.
Lance Sweets was now deep in thought. It has been a year. A whole year. 31 556 926 seconds 525,600 minutes. 8765 hours. 365 days. 52 weeks. 12 months. A year. An entire revolution around the sun. On his desk in front of him lay a file. This was the file of two very stubborn partners. A forensic anthropologist and an FBI special agent.
Sweets sighed. He didn't know what was more depressing: the fact that it had been a whole year since he had seen two very good friends or the fact that they refused to admit their love for one another. Love. It had a totally new meaning with Temperance Brennan and Seeley Booth. There was no doubting that. Hell, he was going to publish a book on it! Little had he know that they'd almost slept together, contradicting the entire point of his book?
"Oh my God." Sweets whispered as he rubbed his eyes and swiveled around in his FBI chair. His eyes roamed the wall behind him. Besides the numerous certificates and documents boasting his achievements, his walls were drenched in photographs. Lance stood from his chair to get a better view of the pictures. He looked at a cluster of the photos of his dearest friends and colleagues.
The first was a picture of him and Daisy on their first date. Daisy. Thoughts of her sent his ears ringing. Literally. Sweets had never met a woman as joyous, playful, and loud as one Daisy wick. His Daisy, the one who had once blossomed as his girlfriend. Daisy. The woman who had left him for dry bones and mosquito bites in Maluku. But she had wanted him to join her. Yeah, she had wanted him to swim and gather pearls while giving up his profession for an entire year. No freaking way. So they were separated mentally and physically apart. He'd told her not to wait for him. To move on. Did he regret that decision? Sweets didn't have an answer.
He shifted his eyes to see him and Camille Saroyan. He and she were the only ones in the little friend ring that had stayed in D.C. alone, waiting for the year to pass. And pass it did. Lance chewed his bottom lip. When was the last time he had seen Camille? At the airport? On the streets? He couldn't remember. What did he remember? Cam was a mother of an adopted teenager named Michelle. Dr. Saroyan was Brenan, Hodgins, and Angela's boss. She cared for everyone on her team. And she was there to say goodbye at the airport. Oh, and she had an interesting sense of morgue humor. Sucking in air slowly, Lance let it out in loud huff. And he smiled.
His eyes had grazed a photo of Angela and Jack in Paris. Their arms were around each other. Both pairs of eyes sparkled with love. What history. They had walked the long path of an interesting relationship. Date? Not a good idea. Date? Great idea. Propose. No, just dating. Propose a lot more. YES! Altar, whoops! Complications. Jealousy and distrust, separate, just friends, date your ex's best friend, and then… they married! In a jail cell. Sweets' grin widened. His friends were very complicated. But they were happy. Yes, Sweets had no doubt in his mind that Mr. and Mrs. Hodgins had the time of their life in Paris.
His attention turned toward a new picture. Zack Addy. He was once an intelligent grad student and Dr. Brenan's assistant. He was still the former, but he was also in a loony bin. But Zack was sane. Yes, he was Gormogon's apprentice but no, he didn't kill anyone. While he lacked any knowledge of socializing and the Kama sutra, Zack favored logic. And that's what got him in trouble. Sweets knew Zack wasn't a killer. But no one else did. Even Hodgins, Zack's best friend, believed that Zack killed someone. And Sweets couldn't do anything about it. His hands were tied by patient confidentiality.
Finally, Sweets stopped at the last photo on his right. This was a photo of a crime scene. At the crime scene were Temperance Brenan and Seeley Booth. In the picture they were both looking at each other with their arms crossed, yet their bodies weren't hostile. Flirting, obviously. No doubt they were arguing or "discussing" something. Sweets liked this photo. He appreciated its honesty and the way it captured their relationship together. Total opposites that should repel each other. But in this relationship, opposites attract. They complemented each other. And for two people who are considered fairly intelligent, they were stupid.
Coworkers and friends and anyone and everyone around them saw that they were in love. But they were blind. Blinded by hurt from rejection and fear of abandonment. Sweets shook his head. His thoughts had been exactly what Caroline Julian had spoken: "And trust me, the way you two are running from each other, you better be damn sure of these little trips you're taking." His thoughts echoed what he had just thought not ten minutes ago. Love had a new meaning with those two. As he sat back down, he scanned his calendar and saw what was written for today's date. His heart fluttered in a very manly way.
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