sorry its been awhile, loads of crap going on, and fyi this is when the sweets/oc starts so enjoy and comment :) hope i keep to my standards for one of my first lovely commenters :)

~meg

"So what do we got." Cam had seemed to take only three minutes to make the usual twelve minute walk in heels from the Jeffersonian to the diner. In a jog tempo Sweets came up behind her a minute later, a little bit out of breath.

"Well, we might have a location of where our victims were before they were at the crime scene."

"And that would be were Dr. Williams?"

"Evie is running it." Luke interrupted.

"But I suspect maybe a quarry or a place where there area a lot of rocks."

"Mostly we have everywhere in the United Space as an area of interest."

"No, its better its a specific type of stone only found in areas of where Dr. Collins?"

"Evie and its the Patuxent River stone, which is found only in the..."

"I'm guessing the Patuxent River."

"Oh god he's here." Evie called obnoxiously, hearing Sweets voice from the main part of the lab.

"Why does she do that?"

"It was explained to you earlier, now ok good work, keep going on it." Cam stated, tired of the question of the year for Sweets.

"You. Here now." Luke was standing outside of Evie's office holding pictures of the crime scene in one hand and the other was pointing down to a tile next to him.

"The smart ass comment of 'he has a lot of time'," Luke mimicked Lance's not as deep voice, "Does not help the case. So now your going to sit that smart ass down and give me some answers." putting an overly firm hand on his shoulder he shoved him over to a stool that was in a corner of the office.

"Okay."

"Good, Evie watch him I have to go and do some FBI stuff." he scooted out of the room.

Evie gave him a dark glance before returning to looking under her microscope. Lance knew he wasn't going to get a warm welcome, so feeling that he should just do what he was told so he go home he sat on the stool and began looking over the spread out pictures. It was a bit obvious that the victim hadn't been tortured, earlier information revealed that they had been given an overdose of a sedative. A more peaceful way to go then being strangled or drowned, showing that the murderer was acting more out of mercy... angel of mercy could have worked, this patient, maybe an outpatient of some sorts, was targeted by a nurse or some other medical profession.

"Sweets."

Was that Evie saying his name? He turned to see Evie bent over still looking into the

"Sweets."

"Oh, sorry. Just you haven't talked to me, well nicely in a while. Sorry, yes?"

"You were right." she adjusted one of the knobs on the microscope.

"Right about what?"

"My sister." she said plainly still looking done.

"What did I say?" he gave her a look mirroring his thoughts, a bit confused.

"She's different."

"Different how?"

"She's off, doesn't do much with her life. And she's not the Cora I used to know."

"Cora seemed fine today." he said, turning back to the pictures in front of him, this is the somewhat normal, casual conversation co-workers have. Maybe things with Evie would get better.

"What?" she turned quickly to look at Lance who had jumped back a bit at her sudden movement.

"I had her as a waitress today."

"Just you?"

"No me, Cam, Angelea and Hodgins."

"The people I met earlier today?"

"If you met a pregnant woman and a short curly haired guy, yea you met them."

"What did you say to her."

"Nothing, I said she could call me Lance."

"Why!" A security guard doing some rounds looked into the room after hearing the small shout. Lance and Evie turned and looked at him, Evie charming him with a small hand wave.

"I've known her for several months outside of a professional relationship."

"Well don't even get the idea."

"What idea."

"You know what I mean."

"No I don't." he was so confused why everyone else understood why Evie was mad at him and he wasn't, and especially that he didn't know what she meant by 'don't get the idea'.

"I just told you that you were right about her being slightly messed up. She hasn't been herself and you noticed it and then you just practically start humping her leg in front of three people. Our boss in particular."

"I wasn't humping her leg I told her casually that she could call me Lance." his voice went a little bit higher at what he was being persecuted with. What bothered him the most about it was saying he was humping her leg. Who even used that outside of saying something about a hyper-active small dog.

"Really, Sweets I left you alone for five minutes and you had to pick a fight." Luke was standing at the doorway, when the hell did get there, wasn't he supposed to be doing 'FBI things'.

"I didn't start this." he pointed his finger at a section of air in between, as if it actually held remnants of the argument.

"Well why did she accuse you of humping someone's leg?"

"Because she misinterpreted something."

"I didn't, you were practically doing that through words."

"What did he say?"

"That my innocent, 21 year old, baby sister could call him Lance because they've known each other for several months and they aren't in a professional relationship."

"Oh." The anger at Lance for pissing off Evie had left Luke's face as he realized the woman's over reaction. "Evie, that really wasn't him humping your sisters leg."

"He goes from one minute saying she's depressed and suicidal to flirting with her."

"He was telling her to call him Lance, they're practically the same age."

"Ugh! Go." She flicked her wrist at the two men, signaling for them to leave.

After getting twenty or so paces away from the doorway Luke asked the all important question, "So what do you got?" Lance sent him a angry glance but realized he could leave after giving the primary profile of the killer.

"With the traces of sedative in the victim, you could be looking for an angel of mercy."

"The killer nurses."

"Yea, they think that what they're doing is putting the victim out of misery. But with this happening outside of a hospital or other care facility, they could work with outpatients with degenerative diseases or terminal outpatients."

"I'll look for missing outpatients. Thanks, Sweets." Luke turned to leave to go back to the lounge.

"Yup." Lance turned to leave to go to the door.

"Wait, just a question. You didn't like come on so strong to Cora that it could be metaphorically thought as humping her leg?"

"No I didn't, ask Cam."

"Sure. Bye." Lance rolled his eyes, he was now more than a bit pissed off, and as Cam noted as he exited the lab, he was in more of a stalk motion.

He missed the old team, that somewhat accepted him, and enjoyed his company over some of the interns. This group was different. Evie was just angry at him, over something that if she had told him why she was mad, he would have apologized for, not getting a slap at suggesting an idea that came when he was in his pyschologist mode. Luke generally agreed with Evie, but hopefully with Booth returning he could get some normal FBI agent to work with. He couldn't even enter the area of what he saw with Dr. Williams, he was probably even more overly professional and stiff than Clark. But something reminded him of Dr. Brennan in him, some part of her personality that usually showed up when she was working or being inpersonal, that stuck out of him eternally. He just needed the old team back get somewhere normal again.

The couple that had been with Dr. S and Dr. Sweets, wait, Lance, had sat watching her for most of the time that they sat at the table, which was a good two hours. She really didn't appreciate it, yes she had people give her dirty looks if she was late with their food, or if they were the bro's straight out of frat house that wanted to get 'some'. But this was more of analyzing and studying her, which kind of freaked her out. Though they had left a nice tip, twelve bucks, wonder if that was for the service or for being related to her sister Dr. Collins. Sighing she glanced at the time and the almost empty diner, two almost as lifeless people were sitting on the counter, out of her territory; she could leave these two to Helena. She dunked into the back room for the staff and untied her apron and reached into her cubby and grabbed her bag, she was ready to leave and go home.

The door jingled and she thought she had groaned inwardly, but the call of a 'hello' made her drop her keys from the fist her in her purse and shove the bag roughly back into its place. Cora feeling that she needed to look professional and not like she was about to leave to go and do something that involved her life, tried to retie her apron though struggled with the straps.

"Screw it." she threw the stupid thing into her cubby and stomped out of the back room and behind the counter. "What can I get you?"

"Oh, um just some coffee." Her hand was left gripping the handle of the coffee pot as she recognized the voice as Doctor, wait no, Lance's voice and went into a petrified freeze. After a few moments of the pressure and the heat Cora felt a slight burn on the palm of her hand and swore loudly, "Fuck." she put it down slightly but still held the handle in her hand.

"Are you alright?" she could hear the chair that he had apparently sat down in screech on the floor.

"Fine, and sorry." she turned to look at him, raising her hand she managed to knock the coffe pot off of its hot plate. "SHIIIAAT!" the pot had tipped onto the counter allowing the liquid to drain out onto Cora's bare legs and canvas sneakers.

"Cora!" Sweets ignoring the 'No Customers Behind Counter' sign and slid around the counter reaching Cora as she started to heavily lean onto the counter, a look more of surprise than pain plain on her features.

"Ow." she repeated in a high pitch voice, she gave up on leaning on the counter and just fell in an ungraceful manner to the floor. Lance picked up the coffee pot, it sliding over its spilt contents on the counter, and then moved onto the human part of the issue. He ran through the first aid steps for burns in his head. Next was to stop the burning process at the source, and cool the burn wound, looking around he found Cora's abandoned dish towel and grabbed it rushing over to the sink. The two other customers watched in awwed silence at the amount of swearing Cora had just done.

Helena walked out of the kitchen when the heard the yells and watched a young man fall to his knees to aid one of her waitresses.

"Cora?"

"Yea." Her voice wasn't as high pitched anymore but it was more shaky.

"I have to put the towel on it to help it."

"Just do it." feeling the pressure on her legs change she breathed in through her teeth.

"Sorry."

"Shit." she looked over his shoulder.

"What the hell happened?" Helena literall only had been away for five minutes, and this is what Cora had done.

"Nothing Helena, I just... crap." Cora started to explain, though she paused when her skin decided to spazz with pain.

"Who the hell is he?"

"Concerned bystander."

"No customers behind the counter. Cora go home. I'll clean up."

"Helen..."

"Now."

Mumbling as she pulled herself up, ignoring Lance's attempts to giver her his arm, she walked off to grab her bag with a twitch of pain going through her legs.