Daisy Wick had called ahead to see if anyone was with Sweets. It was late and knowing Lance he had probably insisted that everyone go home and that he could handle himself. Truth be told, she knew he'd need the quiet to sort out his thoughts. When no one answered the phone she knew her assumptions were correct.

She herself was still not completely recovered from the situation earlier that day. She didn't know if she'd be able to go back to her apartment yet and had reserved a room at a hotel for the night. She knew it was a childish act, but she just couldn't go back there. Not yet.

She made it to the hospital and found out what room Lance was in. She thanked the receptionist and headed to the elevator. The elevator seemed to take forever to come down and when she finally got in it seemed to take an even longer forever for it to go up three floors. Daisy exited and noted that the music playing had totally been her graduating class's theme song. She found the room Lance was in and peered through the small window in the door.

The first thing Daisy noticed were the various machines he was hooked up to. He still had the heart monitor, the tubes in his nose, and the IV in his wrist. He was sleeping soundly despite the discomfort she was sure the tubes were causing.

Daisy entered the room quietly. She took a step forward and closed the door behind her. She looked over Lance again and then moved over to sit on the edge of his bed. She leaned over and kissed him on the forehead. She then sighed and brushed some stray curls to the side. How could anyone have done this to Lance? All he ever did was help people. And what did he get in return? A torturous 24 hours in a coffin and a lifetime of nightmares.

Daisy sighed and grasped his hand in both of hers. Sweets' groggy eyes pulled themselves open. He looked up at Daisy and smiled. Daisy put her hand up to his face. Sweets pressed against the warm sensation.

"Do me a favor, Lancelot. Never do that again."

"I'll try." Sweets replied.

"You better." Daisy scolded. She half smiled. "How are you feeling?"

"A bit sore." Was all Sweets would admit. It sounded better than, 'Oh you know, my lungs are burning every time I take a breath and my shoulder hurts like the dickens. The usual.'

"What about up here?" Daisy tapped her finger on Sweets forehead.

Sweets looked away from Daisy at a window that had suddenly caught his attention. "It's had better days."

Daisy nodded knowing Sweets would open up with time.

They sat in silence for a few minutes just enjoying each other's company. Sweets would never admit it, but he didn't like being here alone at night. Especially without a gun. Sweets wasn't the violent type, but the whole situation had changed his view on carrying a firearm. And Daisy was glad that Lance wasn't trying to profile her and figure out what was wrong, the true reason behind her after midnight visit.

"Daisy…" Sweets said suddenly. "I just… things have been…" he stuttered to get his thoughts out.

"Look, Lance," Daisy waited for eye contact from the psychologist. She squeezed his hand with hers. "I know what you're trying to say and I've been thinking about the same thing. I'm happy with just being friends. I don't want anything to ruin our friendship. Besides…" her cheeks turned red as she admitted, "I'm already married to my job. And you need someone to really be married to."

Sweets' cheeks turned a rosy shade of pink. He nodded. "Thanks."

"You're welcome, Lancelot." She said and kissed his forehead again. "Now go back to sleep. You need it." She got up and left.

Sweets sighed as the door closed. He hoped Daisy's visit would keep off the nightmares for a while.

-break-

Booth arrived at the hospital at around eight in the morning. He walked into Sweets' room and found him sitting up nibbling on a biscuit. A tray of food was sitting beside him, practically untouched. Booth didn't blame him though. He knew how cruddy the food was here.

"Agent Booth! You look well rested." Sweets greeted with a smile.

"Wish I could say the same for you too, Sweets." Booth said lightly as he pulled a chair over. "I thought I told you not to watch Star Wars all night."

Sweets smiled sheepishly. "I couldn't help myself." He replied.

Booth knew it wasn't Star Wars that had most likely kept the geek up at night. "So what part of Star Wars has you awake at night?"

"Oh you know…" Sweets dodged and looked away. He took another small bite out of his biscuit that Booth now saw was lathered with butter.

"Look, Sweets, I know you probably don't want to talk about it, but you need to know that you have three people who have had similar situations-"

"They're not similar." Sweets snapped. He instantly regretted it as he saw the guilt flash through Booth's eyes.

"I'm just trying to help, kid." Booth said gently.

Sweets put the rest of his biscuit back on the tray as a large lump formed in his throat. He swallowed hard and looked away from Booth. "I remember." He whispered coarsely. "The rohypnol… It didn't completely wipe out my memories."

Booth nodded grimly. He'd sadly had enough experience with the date rape drug. He knew what it did to people.

Sweets took a shaky breath before beginning. "I remember the whole thing from when I started feeling the effects of the rohypnol in front of the Founding Fathers. He dragged me into a van or something. Next thing I knew I was at my place." He wiped his good hand across his eyes. "He beat me and told me I was worthless and that all of this was happening because my friends didn't care." A flash of fury went through Booth. That man (if he could be called that) had no right. "After… after I blacked out again he… uh… he pulled me out of a truck. He was talking to me, but I can't remember what he was saying. I try, but I just can't." Sweets' voice rose an octave as he recalled the memory. He closed his eyes and took a breath to try and steady his breathing.

Booth put a hand on Sweets' knee. "You don't have to keep going, Sweets."

"No." Sweets said firmly. His eyes met Booth's. "I need to get this out."

Booth nodded.

"When he was moving me all I could think about was that I couldn't move on my own. I guess it was the rohypnol. Then he dragged me over to a hole in the ground and dumped me in. I… I remember my collar bone snapping." Booth winced. "I… er… passed out and when I woke up I couldn't remember anything. I couldn't even remember whether I was at the Founding Fathers or not or who was there with me." He stopped and bit his lip hard.

"You're going to get through this, Sweets. And you're not going to have to do it alone." Booth said.

Sweets just nodded.

"Now eat that biscuit before I do." Booth commanded.

Sweets chuckled slightly. "Alright, dad."

-break-

"Sweets, are you su-"

"Yes, Agent Booth, I'm sure." Sweets retorted. His sock clad feet slid carefully into his sneakers. It was three days since he'd been admitted and he was more than anxious to get out of there. Getting dressed had been a pain, but now all that was left was standing up. Sweets pushed himself off the bed with his good arm and Booth grasped Sweets' upper arm to steady him. He wobbled slightly.

"You alright?" Booth asked.

"I'm fine. Let's just get this over with." Sweets replied.

Booth nodded and lead Sweets to the door. It swung open silently and they were greeted by the Jeffersonian crew.

Sweets smiled as some confetti rained down. He saw Angela holding a bag filled with the colorful strips of paper. "What are you guys doing here?"

"Congratulating you on your prison break." Hodgins answered with a grin.

Brennan noticed the tight grip Booth had on Sweets' arm and the psychologist's pale complexion. She knew his leave was premature, but didn't want to storm on his march.

Sweets chuckled. "I'm just glad to get out of here."

"We don't blame you Sweets." Angela replied.

"So I hear you're staying with Doctor Brennan and Booth for a few days." Cam stated.

"After much debate." Sweets replied.

"I think it's a good choice." Cam said with a smile as she glanced Dr. Brennan's way.

"Alright, enough chit chat, let's get moving." Booth said with a hint of sarcasm.

Angela tossed a few handfuls of confetti as Booth turned Sweets toward the elevator. Sweets laughed as Hodgins grumbled about having to clean it up. Once the elevator doors closed Sweets slumped back against the wall. "Thanks, Booth."

"Don't mention it."

A/N: Is this the last chapter? D: It may be! Or could I have an epilogue up my sleeve? Haha. Thanks for all the reviews and favorites, people! It means a lot to me. And I'm not sure if I'll write another for real chapter before the epilogue or not. Whatever comes to me, I guess! Hope you enjoyed this as much as I did! :D