A/N: Well, here it is, folks: the grand finale. Thanks to everyone who read this, it really means a lot to me to know that you took time out of your day to read my work. I hope you guys liked reading it as much as I liked writing it. Feel free to leave a review if you have any critiques or comments or anything. Thanks again, and enjoy.
There was a small knock on the door of Sweets's office. "Come in," he called.
The person on the other side of the door fumbled with the knob a few times. After finally getting the door slightly ajar, it slipped from her hands yet again again. Sweets stood up to get the door. "Sorry about that, Daisy," he apologized as he opened the door. How could he have forgotten? He slowly helped her hobble over to the couch then took a seat across from her at his desk.
Daisy set her crutches against the side of the couch. She leaned in a bit, her braced hands folded in her lap. "Well," she said softly. For what seemed to be the first time in her life, she was speechless. "What are we supposed to do?" It's not like I have to explain my problem, she thought to herself bitterly. You were right there when it happened.
"Just... talk to me. Let it all out."
"Like a stream of consciousness type thing?"
"Sure."
"Okay..." She exhaled softly. "It's just... It came out of the blue. I mean, I didn't even find out about the baby until it was too late. And I don't have the strength to tell Hodgins about this."
"Hodgins?" Sweets blurted out in surprise.
"Yes. Hodgins," she said. "And then Angela came back right after the wreck. I really wanted to tell him, but, at the same time, I didn't want to be a home-wrecker for such a nice family." several individual tears began to slowly pour from the corners of her eyes, and her voice slightly began to crack. "I just wish I could know how it would've all turned out, like, if the baby lived. Would it be a boy or a girl? What would we name him or her? Would he even care about us? Would I be stuck alone with the kid? Would I even be a good enough parent to handle raising a kid on my own?" After this rapid-fire series of questions, she began to sob to the point of being unable to form any clearly audible sentences.
"You seem like you'd probably be a good mother," he told her, handing her a tissue from a small box on the corner of his desk. "And if you were to need any assistance, I would try my best to help." He wasn't quite sure if what he told her was sincere or just an impulsive response. He didn't really want to have kids, at least not yet. Still, sometimes you have to step outside of your comfort zone to help out a friend in need.
"Really?"
"I still love you, Daisy," he confessed. He knew that the two of them had almost nothing in common, and it was a wonder their relationship even worked for as long as it did. Still, the old saying of "the heart wants what the heart wants" still held true. Loving each other was a disaster waiting to happen, yet he still cared about her after all this time. He stood up and walked around his desk to join her on the couch.
"I love you too, Lancelot." Sweets wrapped his arms around Daisy's waist, and she reciprocated the embrace, pulling herself closer to him. Just as their lips were about to meet, a pair of familiar faces burst into the room.
Doesn't anyone ever knock around here? Sweets thought to himself as he looked over to see who was interrupting their session.
Skipping the greeting, Dr. Brennan said, "The person in the other car wasn't Pelant."
"What?" Daisy and Sweets exclaimed simultaneously.
Dr. Brennan explained, "We checked the DNA and fingerprints, and-"
At that moment, as if on cue, a cell phone began ringing.
"Booth," he answered. His face paled, then he quickly pressed the "speaker phone" button.
An eerie yet familiar voice on the other line challenged, "Did you really think that you'd get rid of me that easily?"
