A/N: Sorry for such a short chapter I couldn't stop tearing up so you'll just have to deal ;A;
Disclaimer: I do not own Bones nor the characters in it.
The day seemed to go by quietly. Sweets heard nothing, the whine of the sirens and agents yelling incoherently was drowned out by Booth. Just Booth. Booth held onto Lance with determination to relieve the poor doctor of his sudden nightmare that only happened some twenty minutes ago. Brenan coddled Sweets in her own way, softly patting his back with as much raw emotion as she could emit, they both watched as Lance cringed and shuddered in Booth's arms, both their hearts silently breaking and drowning in sorrow for their friend and secret lover.
"What are you doing Bones..?", Seeley Mumbled.
"I read that rubbing an open palm against ones back in a calm manner is considered 'Soothing'… it's not working?", she questioned monotonously.
The flustered cop finally smiled, No you're doing fine.."
It was hard to pry Lance away from Booth when the agents came to take him to the head quarters and wash him off. Frustration set in once he heard the faint mumble of Daisy's name, but held it all in, for Lance. Brenan and Booth stayed at the crime scene until they cleared everything out. The faint smell of blood and rotted corpse stained the air, even after the killer and his "equipment" was hauled away. Brown eyes glanced over at Brenan, she was talking to Cam, who was also as solemn as he was. Brenan remained professional never letting the grief she felt for her friend get the best of her. Now wasn't the time to let petty emotions get the best of you.
After a thorough cleaning and patching up his stomach and mouth Lance had gotten thirty stitches, the wiry design across his stomach made him look like an experiment gone wrong. Was it wrong for him to like that? How illogical. But aside from the minor patch job and bruising around his neck he was fine, luckily the killer had just started his torment before he could put any real damage on the frail doctor. Lance looked at his wrists, they were marked with bruises coiling around his wrists, red and purple tinted the top of the young doctor's skin. Lance sighed then walked out of the company's shower room with a loose light blue long sleeved shirt Daisy had gotten him for Christmas and washed out jeans.
Daisy was there waiting for him, she waited for him to make his way towards him, giving him the most pathetic of glances of sympathy Sweets had ever seen. Lance hated those types of looks, the type that made you feel like you were just another victim, what he wanted was the gaze Booth gave him, those strong light brown eyes that made him know he wasn't going to be hurt, "Are you alright Lancelot?", she cried out finally hugging him, slightly crushing him beneath her grip. The newly sewn in stitches stabbed Sweets's abdomen as Daisy's grip tightened around him, he held in his pain trying to be more manly then he should and not break down. He held onto Daisy smiling, "I'm fine, really" he insured, but even to him that was fake.
"Really…?", she asked simple mindedly.
"Yeah", he kissed her nose sweetly.
She smiled then kissed his cheek, "I'm glad, then let's have a celebratory dinner", she suggested, "I've been practicing this kabob dish my parents sent me"
"Uh how about I make it this time", he nearly demanded, if it weren't for his straight, polite face he would have already told her to stay clear of his kitchen-not their kitchen his-
"A-are you sure you're still healing"
"Yup I'm sure, but for now you should go home and rest before then, I have a lot of work here since I 'skipped'" Lance grinned.
"Hee~ alight, you're the Sweetest", Daisy kissed Lance softly.
Lance watched as the overactive anthropologist bounced her way out of the Smithsonian happy to have her boyfriend back from harms way. He sighed to himself, the memories of what had happened only a mere hour ago washed over in his subconscious. He shuffled over to his office then sat down on his soft leather couch. Without any lasts words rushing through his mind he drifted off into sleep, the whole malicious day had tuckered the poor doctor out.
Booth watched from the window of his office, which was adjacent to Sweets's. His chin rested firmly on the back of white knuckles as he watched the sleeping doctor, how content could one person be while watching the one they cared for stay in such a calm state?
A/N: Yuh so that was it I just really wanted to make a patch up chapter and I don't know how eloquently I did. But I swear the next chapter… chapteeerrrrrr… eight? Yeah Eight be longer C: