A/N: There's another Sweets/Shaw scene in here. Just to give you a heads up. ;)

"So are you the colorful type or the all black type? Or maybe you're the black shirt and bright colored pants type?" Angela asked. They had arrived at the mall and were currently strolling casually down the hall. A water fountain, cheesy music, and other people's voices echoing off the walls were the only sounds.

Alison had fully accepted that no amount of talk was going to get Angela out of this. So now that she had accepted the idea she was actually kind of excited. She'd never been shopping before. All of the clothes she had had been given to her by organizations that hosted clothing drives or churches that did donations. At first she'd been worried that the mall would be crowded. (She had to admit that she was a bit claustrophobic.) But it turned out that since it was during school hours there were barely any people there.

Alison shrugged. "I like anything really."

"Oh come on, you have to have a favorite combination." Angela replied. She took a look over Alison again. "How about we just get some of everything? That way you will have a nice wardrobe so you can pick and choose."

"Sounds good to me." Alison replied.

Angela sighed. This girl was so go-with-the-flow that it kind of bothered her. She needed to pick something on her own! "How about we go in here first?" It was a DEB store.

"Sure." Alison agreed. "But I think we should go over there next." She pointed to a store across the hall. Hot Topic.

Angela decided right then that she loved this girl.

The duo walked into DEB and started going through the aisles. "What are you? A size 0?" Angela asked as she started searching through the pants.

"Size 3 actually." Alison replied.

Angela huffed. She wished she were that skinny again. Of course having kids did that to you. No, she wasn't saying that she was fat. Just that she wished her hips would fit into skinny clothing again.

Alison rounded a corner and was suddenly hit with something. A rack fell down and she fell backwards landing flat on her butt.

"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry." Someone said quickly. Alison looked in front of her to see a boy lying flat on his stomach. "Are you alright?" he asked as he stood up and held his hand out to help Alison up.

"Oh ya, I'm fine. Are you okay?" Alison asked. She took the boy's hand and a blush crept over her face. The boy's face was pure scarlet too.

"Pssh ya, I'm perfectly fine. That clothing rack just kind of attacked my foot." He was tall, probably six feet, and was a complete beanpole. He had brown hair that was tightly curled and his eyes were a shade of green. He bent over and picked the rack up without paying attention to what had been on it.

Meanwhile Angela was pretending not to listen or watch from her position behind a clothes rack.

Alison's gaze went down to what he was holding. Her eyebrow lifted. "Shopping for your girlfriend?"

His face turned a deeper red as he looked down and realized he'd crashed into the bra rack and was holding a bright red bra that was line with black fur. "Nah, it's for me. I'm a drag queen. Can't you tell?" The boy struck a pose. Alison laughed. She couldn't remember the last time she'd laughed. "I'm Daniel Blaze." He held out a hand after he put the bra back on the rack.

"Alison Shankle." She shook his hand. "Shouldn't you be in school?"

"Shouldn't you be in school?" Daniel shot back.

Alison smiled. "But you see I'm in a girl store."

Daniel smiled. "Well I'm glad I came into a girl store."

"Me too." Alison replied as she shuffled one of her feet.

"Look me up on Facebook." Daniel said as he walked away. "Daniel Blaze."

"Okay." Alison replied. She waved a quick goodbye, blushed, and then turned back to Angela.

Angela was holding a thumbs up.

"Oh shush." Alison replied.

"Alison! You just had an extremely hot man tell you to look him up on Facebook!" She held up a hand for Alison to high five.

Alison laughed again as she high fived Angela. "But I don't have a Facebook."

"Alison. You are getting a Facebook." Angela replied. Then she picked a couple pairs of pants out and draped them over her arm.

Alison had never really liked the idea of Facebook. It just seemed like a stalker's Christmas gift to her. Maybe she was just being paranoid though. Alison sighed and looked back over in the direction that Daniel had disappeared in. Daniel was walking towards the exit. He glanced over his shoulder and saw her looking his way. He waved. While he was distracted he ran straight into one of the mannequins at the front of the store. Alison about died of laughter.

Yep. She was getting a Facebook.

The day passed quickly for Alison and Angela. Alison was having a grand time. Angela was glad the girl was smiling. The first time she'd seen her smile had been when that boy had shown up though. Ironically, Mr. Daniel Blaze had shown up a few more times throughout the day. Angela crossed her fingers and hoped Sweets had internet. Alison needed something. She needed to start a new life and get away from the old one. She knew how that went. That was part of the reason why she'd changed her name to Angela Pearlygates Montenegro. The other reason was because her original name was awful. Take Renesme Carlie Cullen and combine it with Albus Severus Potter. It was worse than that.

Currently Alison and Angela were sitting in the food court. Alison was eating a decent sized hamburger. Angela had a salad with Italian dressing. Beside them were several bags of clothing. "Now that we're done with clothing we'll head over to Wal-Mart or something and get things like shampoo and such." Angela said.

"Thanks, Angela." Alison said.

"Don't mention it, Sweetie. It was the least I could do. I feel so bad for you and Sweets."

"At least life goes on." Alison replied. "I really hope I can stay with Lance."

"I'm sure Sweets will do anything to keep you here. Even if that means chopping off an arm and a leg."

Alison smiled slightly and picked up a French fry. "You know, it's been a while since I've had a warm French fry."

Angela nearly choked on her salad. "What? You eat your French fries cold?"

"It wasn't my choice." Alison replied with a shrug. "My dad would spend his welfare check on drugs and alcohol. We didn't have electricity or heat a lot of the time." She said it as if it were normal. It was like she thought every family in America went without electricity or heat on occasion.

"Well Sweets has a decent paying job so I'm sure you won't have to worry about that." Angela replied.

"I know." Alison replied and flipped her hair over her shoulders.

It was quiet for a little bit. "So what do you think of this mysterious Daniel Blaze that keeps just so happening to pop up everywhere we go?"

Alison's cheeks turned red. "Well he's cute."

"Hot." Angela corrected.

Alison rolled her eyes. "He's funny. But he seems a bit clumsy."

"Just a bit." Angela agreed with a hint of sarcasm.

"I like him." Alison said with a shrug.

"Are you going to get a Facebook now?" Angela pressed.

Alison reddened a little bit more. "Maybe."

"You totally are!" Angela replied. "I knew it. I mean how can it be a coincidence that you just so happen to be at a store two hours from where you lived a couple days ago and just so happen to run into an extremely hot guy? It's fate, Sweetie. You've had experience with psychics, I hope you believe in fate."

"I do." Alison replied.

"Good." Angela answered back with a smile.

-break-

Sweets needed some air. This office was beginning to suffocate him. He'd started on his large stack of profiles that had been building up on his desk. He'd gotten about a third of the way through them before his mind had started to drift. He was kind of worried about Alison. He wasn't worried about her safety, just how she was getting along with everyone. Sweets had noticed that she'd been extremely shy when being introduced to everyone. He knew that she wasn't, but knew that extreme shyness was a sign of physical abuse. He himself had done this when he'd been bounced around in the foster system. Even after he'd been adopted by his parents, the Sweets', he'd still been a tad shy. He soon grew out of it though when his father encouraged him to be outgoing and talk to people.

And that's when he decided he needed a walk to clear his head. All of this was just so confusing to him right now. Maybe when he looked back in a couple years he'd see the whole picture, but right now it was like he was looking at one tile on a big mosaic.

He quickly brushed past the people in the busy hallways and made his way to the elevator. His feet carried him out through the lobby and to the cold air outside. It really was getting colder. There was a light dusting of snow on the ground and Sweets could see the flurries themselves falling from the sky. He smiled up at the sky. He loved snow. He loved ice skating, hot chocolate, fireplaces, and Christmas. All of these were associated closely with the cold crystalized precipitation.

Then Sweets just walked. He didn't really know where he was going, but he realized he hadn't taken a lunch break today and it was nearly three o' clock. He walked down the busy streets and saw the people swarm pass him. The DC streets were quite busy. He carefully picked his way down the street and turned into the first door he saw that had anything to do with food.

He ended up in a sushi bar. There were a few people sitting in some two seating tables and one man at the counter that was reading a newspaper. He took a seat at the counter and waited for a server. The Japanese woman handed him a menu. "Welcome to Yuki's Sushi Bar. Today's special is Sashimi Hamachi. Can I start you off with a drink?" She asked in perfect English. Sweets usually wasn't stereotypical, but he'd been expecting one of those people who barely spoke a word of English.

"Um… Ya, could I just have water?" Sweets asked.

"Of course. I'll be right back with that." She answered and walked off.

Sweets sighed and opened the menu. He sat quietly when he heard the bell ring as the door opened. Sweets glanced back at the door, back at his menu, and then back at the door. "Agent Shaw?" Sweets asked incredulously as he spun around on his stool.

Special Agent Genevieve Shaw was dressed in a small, tight green dress. Slung over her shoulder was a silver purse. Her long brown hair had been curled and was hanging over her slender frame in layers upon layers of small tight curls. Her eyes were accented beautifully with brown eye shadow and heavy mascara. Pink lipstick shined brightly from her face. And Sweets swore he saw a light dusting of glitter on her face. His eye travelled down from her face to her luscious curves and finally to her silver high heels.

Shaw swayed her hips as she walked over to sit on the bar stool beside him. She crossed her legs over top of each other and leaned forward. She reached over and pulled on Sweets' tie. "The name's Genny." She said. She batted her eyelashes.

Sweets' face turned red and he shifted uncomfortably. "What are you doing here?"

"I was just leaving when I saw you walk into this nice little place. Thought I might drop by." She laughed and released Sweets' tie. She returned to her normal self. "In all seriousness, I just wanted to let you know that I'm very sorry about what happened to you the past couple days and I'm going to try my best to catch this dealer so that you can get the evidence you need."

"Thank you." Sweets replied. "You look beautiful, by the way. I just-"

"Shhh." Shaw said and put her finger on Sweets' lips to quiet him. "Who knows who's listening?"

"Right." Sweets said. He assumed she was talking about the probable wire that she was wearing and that it could be turned on at any moment, but he felt like she was trying to say something else to.

"But thanks for the compliment." She winked at him.

Sweets tried to calm himself down. 'Stop it!' He yelled at himself. 'She's about to leave for a case, you can't distract her!'

"Well, Miss Genny, I think you're in the wrong part of town." Sweets replied as he straightened out his jacket.

"Am I?" Shaw asked.

"Well I'm sure you already have a client today. Of course, I am a Jedi so I could just use my mind tricks to make you stay."Sweets was shocked the words even slipped out of his mouth. He was a stupid, stupid man. Why couldn't he talk to this woman? He could talk to Daisy perfectly fine! And every other woman that walked through his office doors! He could even talk to Angela for Pete's sake! He blamed it on the fact that she was wearing a very very tight dress and decided that after Genny left he was going to bash his head off of a brick wall.

"Sorry, Mister, but I've got someone booked tonight." She replied and placed her hands on his knees. Sweets inhaled sharply. Agent Shaw carefully got off of her stool and pulled on Lance's tie as she left. "Call me sometime."

"Good luck." Sweets called. He stared at the door for a while watching Genny walk out. He sighed.

"Lucky guy." Someone said from a couple stools over.

"Ya." Sweets sighed dreamily.

Sweets suddenly got hit in the head with one of the menus. "Ow!" he complained and spun around.

"It's me you idiot!"

Sweets got pale and red at the same time. "A-Agent Booth!" he stuttered.

"Ah," Booth sighed with content. A smile was plastered over his face. "I love set ups." In front of him was a newspaper he had been holding up to cover up his face. "She is a really good Agent though. I told her to meet me here when she was ready." He shrugged as if that's what he did with all of his agents.

Sweets really wanted to bash his head off of a wall now. "Do you enjoy this, Agent Booth? Do you enjoy constantly making me feel like an idiot?"

"Honestly, yes it's pretty entertaining." Booth replied. "This is payback, kid. You've been bugging me for like four years now about how Bones and I should totally be together and how we have perfect chemistry and that when the dam broke loose. … Let's just say the dam broke loose. I get to pick on you now about you having a crush on Miss Shaw." He took a bite of his food. "Have you tried their salmon, or Sake, I should say. It is absolutely delicious."

"How did you even know I was going to come here?" Sweets asked in an even tone. His expression was not an amused one.

"You're not the only one with Jedi mind tricks." He winked at Sweets.

Sweets took a deep breath. The waitress sat the water on the counter. "Have you decided on what you'd like to eat yet?" The smile on her face said she'd seen it all.

A/N: Booth is very maniacal and I think if Sweets wasn't involved with Daisy on the show Booth would try and pull something like this. Maybe not with Shaw, but with someone else. And I promise this is the last super long chapter! (At least for now.) Thanks for all the reviews, guys! You've been great! :D