Three days later the team where sitting in the labs sitting area, chatting absent mindedly when a rather angry Miss Wick stormed up to them.
"What are you guys doing!?" She asked, hands on her hips.
"Having coffee." Hodgins held his mug high, glaring at her. "You are welcome to join." His tone practically shouted 'but if you do I'll probably throttle you.'
"Not the coffee!" Daisy huffed, stomping her foot and glaring back. "I mean what are you doing to LANCE! Do you have any idea how upset you have him by suddenly disapearing! He thinks you're avioding him!"
"He has made no move to talk to US." Brennan growled.
"He avoids me at the FBI like the plague." Booth argued back. The entire team was feeling increasingly unwanted, or forgotten as the days wore on.
"He feels guilty! He doesn't want to make the first move foreword and when you stopped trying to contact him he figured you were avioding HIM. He thinks your upset with him or something. He doesn't want to burden you so he tries to stay out of your way! His heart is breaking." Daisy said.
"So are ours!" Angela shouted, causing the lab to go dead silent as she got to her feet. "Shut up and listen, kiddo. This isn't some movie, where one part hurts and the other party shows some ladida emotions, then they hug and it's all fucking better!" Her breathing was rapid as she spit the words, not aware that Sweets was on the ground floor staring. Hearing everything. "Everytime we talked to him he left in a rush, and he was hurt! He nearly cried every time we spent time with him! We decided to wait, and see if he even wanted us in his life!" She took a deep breath, her face flushed as she turned to go downstairs. "Obviously, he doesn't. He didn't even text." And she was gone, getting to her office and locking it faster then anyone imagined she could.
"Daisy." Sweets peeked up to the platform. "C-can we go home now?" Sweets felt even more guiltily now. He hadn't meant to hurt them, but he had, again. And vis versa. He tried to not look at the team. He really couldn't face them right now, especially since they were upset with him. He wanted to help but he was beginning to believe even more so that he couldn't help the team.
"Dammit that's twice today." Hodgins growled, setting his mug down and sending a smile to Daisy. "She doesn't mean it. She's just..yelling at everyone lately."
"Sorry about it." Cam added, peeking at her watch, "Time to check on my rose experiment."
"Hello ." Booth said...wait Booth? Sweets blinked up at the agent, who was waving at him from the balcony. Sweets continued to stare, his hand giving a wave without his brains consent.
'doctor? He said doctor. Oh this is bad. They've all lost it.' Sweets thought, slowly panicking.
"Baby, are you okay?" Daisy whispered softly, walking up to him. "You look like you about to have a panic attack."
"I-I'm fine." Sweets nodded slowly before shaking his head.
"Hey, ." Booth said it again, and Sweet's flinched. "Bones-I mean and I were wondering if you had time to look over our case recently?"
" ?" Sweets repeated, eyes wide. " ! What the hell is going on?"
"Lance, don't-" Daisy peeped but Sweets pushed past her.
"I repeat." Sweets said, when he didn't get a response, only strange looks. "What is going on!?"
"When...when we first met you asked me to call you ." Booth said, blinking with bewilderment. "I called Bones because...well she yelled at me this morning."
"She yelled at you? Dr. Brennan? Yelled at you? We are talking about the same person right?" Sweets blinked at him. "Tall, competitive, really smart, that Dr. Brennan?"
"That's the one." Booth rolled his eyes.
"Why'd she yell at you?" Sweets asked before looking away. "If you don't mind my asking."
"I wouldn't let her change the cheese in the omelets."
"My cheese is healthier."
"It's blue!" the couple bickered.
"Ah, yes well." Sweets smiled and shook his head. "I'm sorry I am really busy with other profiles and my patients... In fact, I really have to get going. I have a patient in like half an hour."
"Right...of course." Brennan said, sucking on her bottom lip to hide the disappointment. "I'm going to make sure Angela doesn't set anything on fire again. Booth, please check on ."
"Angela set something on-" Sweets looked bewildered before shaking his head. "Gnnnn... I don't have time for this. Bye, Daisy, see you tonight." Sweets went and gave Daisy a kiss before whispering in her ear. "I want you to watch them and tell me what's up when you come over to my apartment." Sweets swiftly left the building.
"Cut your hair! You look like a confused Russian!" Angela shouted at Hodgins, who gave a put upon sigh and nodded.
"As you wish." He said, flicking his phone open to call a barber.
"Have you all lost it?" Daisy asked.
"No." Booth said, turning into Cam's office and saying, rather loudly. "Camile you cannot do that to roses without some help!" Then he disappeared into the office, and 2 minutes later the lock down alarms were shouting.
"Lance, you have your work cut out for you." Daisy sighed before running off the Cams office and covering her mouth. "What happened!?"
"Booth blew up a flower!" Cam laughed, looking more than a little manic. Her face was splattered in ash and the remains of what one could assume was a flower, once. Booth joined her, looking equally disheveled. His hair stood at odd angles, and his entire face was blacked out by smoke and ash. Splattered flower parts painted his chest as his giggles subsided.
"Wrong chemical mixture." Booth shrugged, peeling a flower stem from the window. "I'm no genius."
"Lance was right. You have lost your minds." Daisy said, uncovering her face and shaking her head.
"It was a logical experime-uh-test." Cam said, crossing her arms. Brennan rushed in, looking a bit flustered.
" got a Mohawk." She said, paying no mind to the explosion, as if it happened everyday. By the state of the everyone around, who all barely glanced up before calling the cleaning crew, it probably did.
"He got a Mohawk?" Booth asked.
"Well not yet, but he intends to!" Brennan said. "His barber is on the way over."
"NO NO NO NO!" Daisy scrambled around the corner and stoped the barber before he shaved a hair on Hodgins head.
"Hey!" Hodgins huffed, glaring at her.
"No!" Daisy threw the razor out of the room before pionting at Hodgins. "No! No no no." Daisy took a deep breath. "I'm sorry for this."
"Sorry for wha-" Hodgins started before Daisy grabbed him by his shoulders and started to shake him.
"You snap out of it!" Daisy shouted, shaking him.
"Your a loon!" He pulled away, staring at her with wide blue eyes.
"YOUR a loon!" Daisy pressed a finger to his forehead. "Your all loons! Lance was right, you all have list your minds completely! What is WRONG with you!?"
"I-it was just a haircut!" Hodgins stammered, eyes wide.
"No, it was a crazy cry for help haircut." Daisy said, crossing her arms. "If not seeing Lance is bothering you so much, just go see him!"
"I-I..it's not..." Hodgins sighed, he'd been denying it so long. 'Oh Screw it.' He growled to himself. "It's not seeing him, it's seeing what we all do to him."
"What are talking you talking about?" Daisy tilted her head. "Lance loves seeing you all."
"He's angry or crying whenever he sees us." Hodgins said. "It's kinda...painful."
"Lance is working through something's. He is having a hard time with his trauma and everything that happened with you all, but seeing not seeing you all is killing him. He cries, when he thinks I can't hear him. In the bathroom. When he thinks I'm asleep."
"I..." Hodgins sat, stunned into silence for a full minute. "This...this isn't my area, it's just not. Bugs, secret society's, slime; that's what I do. Not emotions." He pulled away from her, turning on his heels and running to his office.
"Jeez." Daisy rubbed her face. 'How am I supposed to help Lance when they won't listen? When they won't talk?' She wondered. Daisy wondered about, starting to think everything was normal.
Until walked by, singing toxic by Brittney Spears. Daisy nearly fainted.
"This place is crazy." Daisy groaned and sat on the couch in the sitting area. She put her head in her hands.
"You okay?"
"What?" She looked over and saw Angela had sat by her. Angela looked vaguely worried. "I'm fine. It's just-" Daisy's phone rang and she looked down and emediantly picked it up. "Hello, Lance, what-"
"H-hi Daisy." Sweets squeaked over the line. Tears were clear in his vioce.
"You okay?" She asked the phone, finally taking a look at Angela. Mascara smudged around her eyes, paint, chalk, ink, led, every art supplies you could imagine covered her body and she looked sick with worry.
"N-no." Sweets sniffled. "I'm crying under my desk. After my patent left I... M-my brain started to wander a-and I started thinking a-about what Angela s-said. God, Daisy, I'm such a screw up." Sweets voice paused and some muffled crying was heard. "I-I don't want to hurt them- I don't. But I don't know what t-to do anymore. I- I don't- I can't... I don't know what to do anymore Daisy."
"I can tell you right now that neither do they." Daisy glanced over Angela, who was throwing pennies at a group of confused and irritated interns.
"Th-this is all my f-fault." Sweets vioce cried and waver. "I've ruined e-everything. I-I've ruined th-them."
"They just...need to be put back together." Daisy assured him, watching Hodgins and Cam go over another crazy experience with weary eyes. "And you aren't ruined, and you couldn't ruin anything. Lance your wonderful."
"N-no... No..." Sweets sniffled. "I r-ruined them. I b-br-broke them. Everything is ruined and i-it's all my f-fault. I c-can't. I can't f-fix it. I can't." Crying was heard from other of the phone.
"Lance... Shhhh... Shhh... Lance it's okay. Stop crying, baby... Shhh..." Daisy cooed into the phone.
"I-I can't! I ruined- I-I can't-" Lances voice melted into babbling and tears.
Angela tossed another coin, and then turned away and sighed. "This" She announced, loud enough for Sweets to hear. "Is ridiculous. We need to fix it."
"Your w-with Angela?" Sweets teary voice came from the phone. "Why didn't you tell me?" His voice was becoming panicky. "I h-have to go!" Sweets hung up and the dial tone rang out.
"Oh what the hell!" Daisy groaned, throwing the phones. "I'm done being the only sane one."
"Can I paint you?"
"What?"
"Like face paints and stuff, I could make your arms look like Van Gogh." Angela said, and Daisy nodded, following Angela to her office.
"Then, can we fix Lance?"
"If you can get Brennan to stop singing Brittney Spears."
"Very funny." Daisy smiled, sitting down. Angela got her paints out and went over to Daisy but before she could get a drop of paint on her, Daisy moved away. "Maybe I should check on Lance. He sounded really upset."
"I'll text him and tell him to come over. Please let me do something, you have good skin to paint." Angela pulled out her phone, and Daisy nearly laughed at the insanity that surrounded her at this point.
"I don't think he will."
"I'll tell him i have plans for New York. He'll have to." She sent the message, and glared at her phone, willing it to say she received a reply. Daisy's phone beeped.
"He says he's not going anywhere. The other agent are going to make fun of him if they saw he was crying." Daisy sighed. "I have to go calm him down." She stood up.
"Mark my words, Daisy Wick, one day." Angela paused for dramatic effect, pointing a paint brush at Daisy and looking certifiable. "I WILL paint you." And then Angela was swirling out of her own office in a rush of colors and her dress tail flipping behind. Daisy nearly doubled over laughing before heading out to the FBI. Daisy walked up to Sweets office before peeking in. She couldn't see Sweets but she could hear him sniffling and crying softly.
"Lance, baby, are you okay?" She peeked under his desk and what she saw damn near broke her heart. Lance had his knees pulled up against his chest, and his hair was still long and somewhat curly-he'd refused to get a decent hair cut since returning- and she couldn't see his face. She saw his shoulder shake with movement, and heard a few noises that might be attempts at replies to her, but the only came out as broken whispers of the alphabet. His tie was discarded next to him, and his jacket was resting over his knees to cushion his face. She could almost smell the tears that seeped into the fabric under his face.
"Baby, come out from there." she kept her voice soft and low, brushing a gently hand across his arm where the sleeve was pushed up.
"N-no!" Sweets broken vioce crackled, tears lacing the words. Daisy gently pulled/dragged him out from the desk but stayed on the ground.
"Sh... Shhhhh." Daisy whispered, giving him a hug and rubbing his back as he weeped. "Shhhh... It's okay... Shhhh shhhh... It's okay, baby... Shhh."
"It's not okay!" He croaked, burying his face in her shoulder.
"We can fix it." She whispered softly, rubbing his back.
"No w-we can't." Sweets weeped into her shirt. "I screwed everything up. I b-broke everything. They th-think I don't like them. That I don't w-want them a-around. I-I didn't mean to... I didn't." Sweets dissolved into more tears.
"Lance, they do want you around." Daisy hugged him.
"Why would they think that I don't want them in my life, why?" Sweets sniffled and clinged to Daisy. "Wh-why? I love them."
"Because their crazy." Daisy smiled, petting his head. "Mostly they just don't know what you want."
"I just want this to all be over." Sweets whimpered, his breathing still uneven. "I just want it to be over."
"Then stop crying and go tell them Lance!" Daisy said, pulling his face up to look at her. "You have to. is singing."
"So...?"
"Brittney Spears."
"Oh God."
"Yeah."
"That's so weird." Sweets pressed his forehead against hers and whispering. "I don't want to screw up. I always screw up lately."
"No, you don't." Daisy assured, kissing his nose. "You can fix this."
"No... No I can't." Sweets whispered, tears dripping from his eyes. "I really can't."
"Yes, you can. You have to, for everyone in America's sanity." Daisy said. "New York is in danger."
"That's not funny." Sweets nuzzled her. "This isn't I don't want to. This is I can't. I can't fix it."
"I will call if Hodgins attempts to get a mohawk again." Daisy warned. "You can. your a damn good shrink, your brilliant, and you love them."
"I can't fix it. I caused it. I- I can't." Sweets looked down to the ground. "I don't want to hurt them."
"You can." Daisy persisted. "I know it."
"No!" Sweets snapped tearfully. "I can't! I have tried, it doesn't work!"
Daisy just stared at him, backing away slightly and hanging her head as she got to her feet. "Fine." She said, blinking back tears and heading out the door. "I have to make sure my Boss doesn't blow up anymore flowers."
"Daisy, don't go." Sweets whimpered. "Please don't leave me alone."
"Lance...I love you." She says, still facing the door. "They love you. We all care so much, and it kind of hurts that you've given up." Sweets hear her take a few deep breaths, trying to avoid tears. "They wanted to give you space, wanted to let you be in control of when and where and how you talked next. They wanted to wait and see when you became comfortable."
"Daisy..."
"Don't make us-er them- wait forever." She said, pushing her tears away. She sat on the couch, looking at the floor, not leaving, but not really being there. She was letting Lance think. After a minute she felt warm breath blow against her face. Smelt like mint toothpaste and coffee. Lance. She looked up at him and he kissed her before wrapping an arm around her and nuzzling her.
"I'm sorry." Sweets whispered softly. "I'm really really sorry."
"I know your sorry, I've forgiven you." Daisy whispered, kissing him again.
"I can't face them." Sweets whimpered. "They are upset with me, I can tell. I can't face them alone if they are upset. I don't know what to do."
"They are all giggling like idiots, except Angela. She's gone mad." Daisy laughed, taking his hands. "We can handle the hatters together."
"I can't leave..." Sweets murmured. "I look like a lunatic."
"What if I get them to come here?" Daisy asked softly.
"I'll talk to them... If you can get them here." Sweets nodded slowly. 20 minutes, several phone calls, and a promise to be painted later the entire team was shuffling into Sweets' office. Brennan humminh Tik Tok by Kesha, Booth and Cam covered in various plant remains, Hodgins curls filled with paint and Angela grumbling about not marrying Russians. Sweets sat in his shrink chair, tapping his foot nervously. His face was covered with guilt and he looked a little like a kicked puppy. His eyes were puffy and red and he was still sniffling slightly. Daisy sat on the arm of the chair and stroked his hair.
"It's okay, baby." Daisy cooed. "Just talk to them, it'll be fine."
"I found a wonderful new artist name Shakira." Brennan explained to Booth, who was pulling flower petals from his hair.
"She's not new Bones." Booth sighed, flashing a smile at Sweets. "Hey doc."
"H-hi." Sweets mumbled, eyes darting around.
"What happened to you? You look like you should be wearing a strait jacket." Hodgins said, looking Sweets over.
"I had... I had a little melt down." Sweets smiled awkwardly.
"You look like someone poured paint over your head." Daisy defended, then started giggling at the look Angela gave.
"Someone did..." Hodgins huffed.
Angela stuck her tongue out at him. Sweets felt guilt well up in his chest at his friends state and tears sprang to his eyes.
"Lance, no, no tears." Daisy said softly, wiping the tears from his eyes. "You promised. Just talk to them, baby." Daisy looked at the team. "I really need you to screw your heads on and listen. Lance needs to say something."
"Our head are on. We'd be dead if they weren't." Brennan replies and Booth giggles like a child.
"Not what she meant Bones."
"Daisy, this was a bad idea." Sweets whispered to her, starting to reseed into himself. "They aren't even taking this seriously. It's a big joke to them."
"What else could she possibly mean?" Brennan argued, looking sincerely confused.
"Sweets." Hodgins said, tilting his head. "You look like your about to break down."
"We did it again." Angela sighed, hanging her head.
"You didn't do anything." Daisy said. "He was already like this when I got here. He is actually doing better."
"What's wrong?" Cam asked.
"He had a little tiny- gigantic meltdown." Daisy nodded, patting Sweets head. "He wanted to talk to you all."
"Daisy, no." Sweets whispered. "I can't. They aren't even taking anything serious right now, this was a bad idea."
"They are. They just don't seem it." Daisy assured.
"Sweets." Hodgins looked dead serious, even if his hair had the appearance of confetti and paint stained his frown and laugh lines.
"Y-yeah?" Sweets squeaked, looking up at him.
"As it is, the rest of the team is running around like chickens with their heads cut off to ignore their feelings." Hodgins said, glancing over at the group. "Please don't make me go through this any longer. Tell us what's wrong?"
"I..." Sweets started but no words came. Suddenly all his words were gone except for. "I'm really sorry." Sweets ducked his head down in an attempt to hide tears.
"What...for?" Hodgins asked, canting his head. "I mean the whole breaking your arm on my stairs was my fault. And everything else is...null and void, we've been over it."
"I- wait." Sweets head snapped up. "Your fault? It wasn't your fault I fell down the stairs. I'm the one who fell."
"On my stairs." The shorter men persisted. "If I'd warned you they were a little steep, or made sure you slowed down, or something then it wouldn't have happened."
"You were in the kitchen with your family." Sweets said, staring into his eyes. "It was not your fault."
Hodgins dropped his eye but seemed to accept that.
"Lance, baby, tell the others why your sorry." Daisy said softly, taking his good hand in hers.
"I-...I-I'm sorry I broke you." Sweets said hoarsely, looking at the ground.
"Broke?" Booth's jaw dropped, and he looked a little offended and very confused.
Sweets nodded but didn't say anything else.
"Lance feels responsible..." Daisy said. "For your... Irrational and insane behavior. He feels guilty." She kissed the top of Sweets head and stroked the top of his hand with her thumb. He nodded after she finished speaking, still looking at the ground.
"Oh." Booth blinked, looking around.
The room feel into a dead silence. It was a tense and uncomfortable silence that crawled under Lance's skin and ate at his insides. He shuddered and shook his head.
"I told you that this was a bad idea." Sweets whispered to Daisy.
"I do not know how to respond. I wasn't aware we were broken." Brennan said.
"You all have been acting strange and out of character. And emotional." Sweets sniffled and looked at Angela when he said 'emotional.' "I just... It's all my fault."
"I think when one looses ones mind its their own fault." Hodgins said, shrugging. "But I guess I forgive you for...getting injured?"
"No. No it's my fault because I have been..." Sweets sucked in a breath. "Different. I changed."
"Everyone changes. You just didn't give us time to get used to it." Booth said.
"But I've been hurting you and I don't even know WHY. I don't WANT to be different but... I just can't help it. I can't stop it. No matter how hard I try... It just slips. And- and this stupid thing." Sweets took his earring out. "I lied, I wasn't drunk. I just... Did it and I have no idea WHY I just did. And the hair and my... Music choices. I don't want to be different but..." Sweets ducked his head back down. "I can't help it. I don't understand it."
"The earring looks good." Angela assured.
"Perhaps your emotional distress is related to trying to force yourself into being different." Brennan ventured, looking at Sweets then to Booth to see if she was right.
"F-force?" Sweets sat upright. "I'm not forcing myself to be different!"
"Baby, calm down." Daisy cooed at him.
"No! Look I was in distress BEFORE I changed. My distress and my trauma thats what cau-" sweets eyes widened in revelation. "That's it. My trauma caused my distress and my distress caused the change. So if I can get over my trauma and my distress, I'll go back to normal!" Sweets slapped his knee. "That's it! I got it Daisy!" Sweets grinned at Daisy and hugged her. "I figured it out."
"I was talking about forcing yourself back to 'normal' from how you've become due to an event in your life." Brennan said. "Events in our past mold who we are."
"Sounds like a shrinky thing to say, Bones." Booth smiled, squeezing her hands. "Buuuuttttt, I don't think he was listening. " booth pointed at Sweets, who had pulled Daisy into the chair with him and was still hugging onto her and giving her kisses.
"I figured it out." Sweets kissed Daisy and hugged her tight.
"That's great, baby." Daisy laughed before looking at Dr. Brennan and mouthing 'sorry.'
"This is ridiculous." Hodgins shook his head, peering at his watch. "Care to share your plan? We've gotta pick the kids up soon."
"I... Don't have a plan yet." Sweets said, letting go of Daisy, his face clear of any happiness it held moments go. Daisy turned and gave Hodgins a 'way to go moron' look.
"Calm down, sweetie." Angela said, patting Hodgins hand.
"It's okay, Lance, now that you have figured it out, you can come up with a plan." Daisy kissed his forehead. "Cheer up."
"I can't fix it alone." Sweets whispered, looking up at her.
"What kind of help?" Daisy asked.
"I don't know." Sweets ducked his head down.
"We can help you, baby." Daisy smiled, putting a hand on his cheek.
"I can help, if there's anything you need from a bug and slime expert." Hodgins said, giving a one shouldered shrug.
"I don't think I need one of those." Sweets said, tilting his head. "I would much rather have some friends to help me. Can you guys help me with that?" Sweets grinned at them.
"We can do that." Angela grinned.
"Thank you." Sweets smiled. "You guys can go get your kids if you want. I think me and Daisy are going to go grab some food, head back to my apartment."
"We are?"
"Yes, we are."
"Alright." Daisy giggled, then kissed him feverishly.
"Hey, hey!" Hodgins laughed, standing up. "Wait intill we leave before you do that!"
"Shut up." Sweets laughed, pulling away. "I'll see you later. And maybe I can take a look at that case you told me about, Booth."
"It'd be helpful, we've got a bunch of suspects right now." Booth said.
"Yeah, okay I- Daisy stop." Sweets laughed and pawed Daisy, who was giving him light kisses at his neck and jaw, away. "You guys better get going."
The team was already at the door, and all nodded, looking vaguely horrified and sick.
"I can help you make a plan." Daisy giggled, straddling him. "I can... Clear your mind." Daisy giggled and gave him a kiss.
"Lock the door behind you!" Sweets called to the group as left, his vioce cracking. They did as he said.
"That was disturbing." Cam shuddered.
"I'm not sleeping tonight." Hodgins grimaced, shaking his head.
"It's just sex, Jack." Angela giggled, kissing his cheek.
"But it's Sweets!" Jack protested.
"Sweets is a grown up. He might look like a little kid but he's not." Angela smiled.
"No. He's a horny teenager now." Hodgins huffed.
"Shut up." Angela laughed. "Let's go get Michael Vincent."
Cam looked scarred for life as she followed the two couples in silence. "I need to clean up my office." She mumbled, watching Booth and Brennan bicker over cheese.
"You okay Cam?" Booth asked, glancing at her. "I thought I heard you say something."
"My office, Seeley." She sighed, crossing her arms. "Your helping me clean it."
"Don't say you didn't have fun blowing stuff up." Booth teased, and she laughed.
"That may be true but you still have to help me." Cam smiled.
"Blowing stuff up you say? Maybe sometime you and I can-" Hodgins started.
"Never. Never again, bug boy."
"But that pig thing we did went well-" Hodgins huffed, slumping his shoulders.
"I think we all lost our minds." Angela laughed.
"Why did I feel after talking to Sweets?" Brennan asked. "He as upset, so why do I feel better?"
"He's a shrink, he has a mojo." Booth shrugged.
"That doesn't make any sense." Brennan crossed her arms.
"Doesn't have to." Booth smiled. "I think the kid is finally starting to come back from this though."
"I hope so." Brennan mumbled.
"He is." Booth assured. "We just... Need a game plan. One that makes sense this time because leaving him alone clearly was a... Bad decision on our parts."
"This is all to difficult." Hodgins grumbled.
"Well get over it." Booth grunted. "He needs us."
"You seem extremely confident in him lately." Hodgins said. "Why?"
"Has he... Given you his speech yet?"
"Speech? What speech?"
"Never mind. You'll understand once you hear it." Booth nodded at him.
"I want to hear the speech!" Hodgins stomped one foot, and crossed his arms.
"As do I." Brennan crossed her arms at him.
"Me to."
"Same here."
"Yeah, you guys really do. You will, when he is ready to give it to you." Booth said, raising his hands in defense.
"So you have heard it?" Brennan asked, quirking a brow.
"Yeah, I have."
"Tell us!" Hodgins said, while Angela growled. "Spill it." Cam gave a very serious look, and Brennan matched her while adding an eyebrow raise of expectation.
"I can't." Booth stated firmly. "It won't mean a thing if you hear it from me."
"Ugh, fine!" Angela groaned.
"You'll thank me later." Booth smiled. "Trust me. It's a good speech."
"Whatever!" Hodgins huffed, stomping away.
"So dramatic." Angela giggled.
"No kidding." Booth chuckled, shaking his head.
"I'll go calm him down." Angela laughed, walking away.
"What if he doesn't?" Brennan asked quietly, as Cam rushed to the coffee maker.
"Doesn't what?"
"doesn't give us his 'speech'?" Brennan asked.
"He will." Booth assured her. "It's really important to him that you all know... What the speech is about. Trust me, he'll give it to you."
"Alright." She sighed, and watched Cam yell at a rookie agent about coffee making.
"Cam is still a little on edge, I see." Booth laughed.
"At least she isn't blowing up plant life." Brennan shrugged.
"Cheer up, Bones." Seeley rapped an arm around her. "We'll all fix this. Promise."
"I hope so." She sighed, leaning into him.
"It'll be fine." Booth said. "Come on, let's go see Christine."
"Alright." Brennan perked up, walking towards he elevator.
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"Hey, Daisy." Sweets smiled and walked into the kitchen of his apartment in his sweat pants, only his sweat pants.
"Hey, Lance-a-lot." Daisy grinned and gave him a kiss. "Want some coffee?"
"Yes please." Sweets grinned.
"You come up with a 'game plan' yet?" Daisy asked, poring coffee.
"I should...probably go back to where...it happened first." Sweets mumbled, and she raised an eyebrow. "Where I got shot."
"If you say so." Daisy said softly, sitting the coffee on the counter and walked up to him. "Do you want to go alone or...?" She traced a finger gently over the fading scar on his chest.
"N-no, I can't go alone." He whispered, resting his hand over her and stilling it.
"Maybe the team and I could go with you." Daisy whispered back.
"Yeah, yeah that should be...good." He took a breath and kissed her forehead. "I want to read my file, from the surgery and the hospital stay...stays."
"I'm sure we can find a way for you to do that." Daisy whispered before kissing him.
"Good." Sweets smiled.
"Anything else for this brilliant plan?" Daisy grinned at him.
"I still need to have some... Talks with the team. But after that... It should be... Done."
"So we don't have to visit New York?" Daisy looked a little relieved and a little disappointed.
"Your not funny." Sweets chuckled and kissed her.
"Your coffee is getting cold." Daisy smiled and he picked up the glass and took a drink.
"You make sucky coffee." Sweets said, scrunching his nose up.
"Shut up!" Daisy laughed and swatted his shoulder.
"Love you anyways." He smiled.
"Awhhhh." Daisy cooed before kissing him.
AUTHORS NOTE:
New chapter, YAAAYYYYYYYYY! Next stop, trauma fixing.
And sorry for the Swaisy for those who aren't fans, but they were still together in the season this took place in.
ANYYYWHOOO. Review, my duckies!