Hey guys so it's been like...forever I know I'm sorry, but I was and still am on a HUGE young justice Kick if you don't know of the awesomeness that is Young Justice I would suggest you do, unless you are a die hard Marvel fan then never mind. But I've been writing a fic for Conner and Dick(Superboy and Robin) so check it out if you want. ALSO if you're a big John Francis Daley fan (as much as I am) I was hosting a Freaks and Geeks marathon throughout the week. I love little Sweets and I am NOT kidding he was my first television love when I was 6 watching the series. Any who Yeah! Booth and Sweets time! EnJoy!

Sweets kept his gaze on his papers. Sitting in front of the TV trying to review patiences' notes wasn't the first thing on his mind at the moment. He was still trying to get over what had just happened only a week ago. During that week Booth and Sweets hadn't talked much. Occasional glances were give to each other from across the work office. Sometimes Booth would call Sweets into his office just to look at him, to make sure he was Sweets; HIS Sweets. Then Sweets would leaving feeling extremely awkward and unsure how to evaluate Booth's expression; it was torn between concern and a dead pan seriousness.

"Lance, Sweetie are you alright?", Daisy said leaning over the back of the Lance's couch to meet his gaze, "You look pale...are you alright? Did you eat something bad?"

'If you cooked it then probably..' Lance thought to himself, "I'm fine.. I'm just tired..I haven't slept well in a while, why don't you go back to your place, I have a lot of work to do", Sweets persuaded laying an open palm against the back of her hand.

She smiled sweetly, "OKay Lancelot, I love you", she reminded kissing her boyfriend on the cheek. he hummed in agreement to her declaration of love then went back to work. She lifted from the couch, "I have dinner waiting on the stove I'll see you later?", she asked a bit concerned.

Sweets didn't look up from his papers, "Yeah sure..."

She held a long stare of worry then left without another word. Once she left his apartment he put down the papers, then reached for his phone. He hit the number 2 for speed-dial to Pizza hut. He didn't care if Daisy had made him dinner or not, he really didn't feel like deciphering what little creation she had made for him this time.

"Yeah , Hey can I get a large cheese pizza with garlic bread and a liter of Coke please?..Thanks", He hung up the phone with and empty stomach waiting for the delivery boy to give him his Pizza. He laid down across the couch feeling distracted by nothing. There was an emptiness in his stomach-partly from his hunger- that resided for days. He couldn't shake the feeling, although he knew that this was normal-being a psychiatrist and all- that acting distant and grieving is a part of the normal mourning cycle, but as a doctor he couldn't allow himself to sustain so such an idea.

Many breathless sighs and a new dent in the couch later, Lances apartment buzzed signaling Sweets that his order of food was here. Rushing to the door he grabbed his wallet off the counter then opened the door with a , "You're la-", with a pause at the end. Booth leaning at the door frame with a pizza in one hand a bottle of Coke in the other. Clad in Blue jeans and a grey hoodie that said 'U.S. ARMY' on the front, he smelled of his usual scent, Iron and old Spice, the odd combo was intoxicating. He gave Sweets a smile, "Delivery"

Sweets crossed his arms, he felt a bit embarrassed wearing black sweat pants and green tee with Robin smack dab in the middle saying ,'Leapin' Lizards!', but remained his usual abruptness, "Agent Booth why are you here...with my pizza?"

Without Lance giving him the okay to come in Seeley strode in setting the pizza down on the coffee table then sat down on the couch, "I wanted to catch up on you", He stated opening the pizza box, "Oh don't worry the pizza is paid for"

He knew he shouldn't have but Sweets's heart was doing summersaults once he noticed how much Booth cared for him, "What about Parker", Sweets shuffled to the kitchen-avoiding Daisy's dinner- and got out two glass cups.

"He's with his mom", Booth replied biting into a slice of cheese pizza, "You know.. I imagined your apartment to be more.."

"Nerdy?"

"Yeah", Booth grinned, flashing a row of perfect teeth. Sweets sat down on the couch, but about a foot away then grabbed the bottle of coke then it donned on him, "How'd you know I was getting pizza?"

Booth couldn't help but let out a bark of laughter once he saw Sweets's deer in the headlights face, "Lucky I guess, I was at Pizza hut and I heard the delivery boy say you name once he got off the phone. How many Lance Sweets do you know in DC?", suppressed chuckles slipped from Booth. With a large hand Seeley patted Lance's head, ruffling his dark brown curls, "Sorry did I scare you?"

Under the warmth of Booth's hand Sweets reddened out of embarrassment, "You have no idea..", Sweets huffed then swatted Booth's hand away and grabbed a slice of his cheese pizza feeling a bit relieved. He hadn't been able to talk to Booth in a while, and he thought this was going smoothly aside from his heart about to burst, but that aside he liked how things were. Booth had made idle chat with him concerning how he was or if his stitches weren't uncomfortable, then Sweets would just wave it off and say, "I've gone through worse". Booth didn't have the mind to question it though, he knew everyone had their little back stories.

They had spent about four hours just talking and eating pizza, gradually Sweets had scooted closer to Booth throughout the night. They laughed about people in the office or how much they missed loony toons-believe it or not Booth was an avid cartoon watcher in his day- or whatever the two could think of at the moment, Lance had no idea how much the two had in common; They both liked comic from the sixties and seventies, Tom and Jerry were their favorite childhood cartoon, and they both liked paintball shooting.

Lance's cell phone read 1:28 A.M, both him and Booth decided now was the time for the ex Sniper to leave. They parted their dues at the door, Lance waving bye and Booth holding a small smile, "Good night Lance", He spoke leaning in then pressing his lips to Sweets's. His heart felt as if it would burst, without consent from his brain first Sweets began to kiss back, his body missed Booth. He didn't understand it but he felt as if he was being pulled closer to him with every parting of a kiss. Seeley's hands cupped Sweets's jawline and neck, Booth's parted their kisses leaving the intoxicated doctor breathless and bruised lipped.

"Stay safe..", he whispered into Lance's ear then kissed his cheek lovingly and let go walking off with as much restraint as he possibly could hold. Lance just stood their with a glaze over his eyes and a parted mouth in somewhat awe. What had just happened was still processing in his about a good minute of contemplation Lance shut the door slid back to his couch and fell asleep with an aching heart. That night Lance slept peacefully in what seemed to be days.

xXxXxXx

Sweets knew it was inevitable to see Booth at the office, so why was it so much of a shock to see him and Brenan sitting across from the coffee table in that pesky little black leather couch he can't seem to ever sit down on ever again. Temperance seemed relaxed and composed as ever signaling Booth to come and sit. Booth sat down next to Dr. Brenan spreading his legs out then leaned onto his knees as a crouching position.

"Agent Booth Dr. Brenan", Lance greeted with a nod. Only looking Brenan in the eye, "How were your weeks?"

"Unsatisfying", Brenan answered.

"Why is that?", Lance questioned curiously, usually she was somewhat optimistic to therapy.

"Booth refuses to let me interrogate your rapi-"

"Bones..", Booth shot giving her 'you fucked up' look.

"What? I'm being serious, he was a rapist, and he was pursuing Sweets", she reminded.

"Well Bones you just don't go out and say stuff like that, especially to the person who was involved in it", Booth lectured.

"I find that to be totally contradictory being in therapy and what not"

Sweets watched from the sidelines of the two bickered and fought over what was actually nothing, "This is good!", he smiled trying to regain some of his old self again, "Dr. Brenan is giving out raw emotion, I like that...alright Agent Booth, why won't you let Dr. Brenan interrogate the killer?"

Booth was taken aback, he didn't expect Sweets to go all 'Doctor mode' on them so soon, "Uh...cause I want to"

"Why?", Sweets pushed feeling like he needed to get the answer.

"It's MY case to solve", Booth retorted.

"But you two are partners, no?"

"Yeah"

"Theeeeeeeen what?", Sweets pushed

"Just cause, alright", Booth shifted, "Does everything have to have a reason behind it?"

Sweets sat quietly trying to evaluate the situation. Brenan held her gaze toward Booth, "I see...alright", Sweets let go scanning Booth's reaction which was just a strangled sigh.

"Okay time out Sweets!", Booth interjected making a 'T' with his hands as if they were playing football, "Bones go outside please"

"Wha- Dr. Sweets that's totally unfair"

"Ugh... Okay Dr. Brenan can you please just go outside for a few minutes?", Sweets tried to compromise.

With an attitude of a seven year old Brenan left the room feeling like she was out of the loop.

"Alright..now why don't you want Dr. Brenan to interrogate with you?", Sweets questioned yet again.

A large hand cupped Sweets jaw line and cheek but kept his eyes locked and serious, "I don't think I can control my anger when I'm with that guy knowing he..touched you..I don't want Bones to see me that angry"

Sweets couldn't ever object to that face Booth was making, he was so strong yet loving..he'd never been looked at like that before, "Okay..I understand", Sweets averted feeling a bit guilty that he was letting his current 'Stalker' make him feel the way he did.

"Thanks", Seeley side smiled then kissed Sweets's forehead-Lance could have sworn his heart leapt out of his chest- Thin lips traveled to Sweets's temple to his cheek bone down to the corner of his lips, slowly teasing the doctor. Booth felt Lance's neck extend to get closer to a real kiss, of course Seeley complied with a smile then planted a soft longing kiss onto Sweets letting the younger man melt into their all to needed kiss. Too soon then expected Booth broke their kiss leaving Sweets in the dark and got up to open the door, "Sorry Bones, you're not coming"

"That is not fair", she directed to Sweets.

Dumbfounded and still drunk off the memory of Booth's clever lips Sweets replied with a dead stare and an open mouth; after a few seconds of processing he nodded.

"See Bones he understands! BUT I'm still getting the interrogation to myself", Booth clapped then lead his partner out of the psychiatrists office.

Moments had passed until the doctor was fully out of his kiss infused daze. Clients and patients had passed by spilling their emotions and inner thoughts to the drowsed doctor who in reality did care, all he really wanted was just too lay down and sleep for a few days. The drama prior to this week was still washing over him although he had said he was fine he obviously wasn't. His lunch break slowly reeled by not fast enough for him. A turkey sandwhich and an iced mocha later Sweets was feeling much better-come to think of it he didn't have breakfast that morning- With music by Queen basting in his ear he nodded to the catchy beat.

'Ooh Love. Oooh Lover Booooy~

Watcha doin tonight?

Turn on my charm

Set my alarm

And use that pitter patter on the telephoooone~'

In between verses Sweets would take a bit of his turkey sandwhich and bounce to the voice of Freddie Mercury, getting mustard on the corner of his mouth. He humbed to the song as he gulped down his iced mocha, which probably was a bad idea as he started choking on an ice cube for a good minute until he went back to humming.

"What are you doing?", A voice from behind somewhat laughed. Lance didn't hear it, "Hey, Yoo Hoo~", Lance still couldn't hear it. A side smirk formed on Booth's lips. Leaning over he planted a small kisses on the unsuspecting doctor making his eyes fly open and jump. It was a cute jump with a karate-ninja- warrior chop block with a turkey sandwich in one hand to finish it off as if he was saying 'I Could Kill you with this shit!'

A bark of laughter came from the histerical agent. The off gaurd Doctor settled down putting aside the deadly sandwich, "Geeze you scared the hell out of me!", Sweets confessed with a tugging smile under his almost serious face.

"Sorry, I couldn't help it", Booth held a fun air then sat down next to his lover- or associate- and took a sip of his all too sweet iced mocha, "Ugh what is this?", Booth choked.

"Uhm..an Iced Mocha, you've never had one?"

"No! It tastes too sweet", Booth exclaimed, wiping his mouth.

Sweets slipped out a laugh, "Cause it's melted chocolate and coffee idiot"

Booth gave Sweets an empty stare then snatched the sandwhich out of Lances's hands and took a bite. Sweets smiled.

"So..How's the case..?", Sweets darted his eyes up at Booth as his sandwich was given back.

Sweets shifted, "Fine. Not much to say so far. He won't talk", Booth replied. Sweets could tell he was lying.

"Booth, thats complete and utter bullshit", Sweets cooly stated.

Dumbfounded with Lances cussing Booth stared at Lance with conviction, "How would you know? You weren't there"

-Interrogation Room-

Through the week Seeley had found out the killers name was Tim Keinsner. It wasn't an appealing name or recognizable in the slightest.

Seeley sat across from the accused sex offender and serial killer. The last person who had touched his Sweets. The man side smirked at the agent across from him. His long blonde hair was in his usual ponytail and his slender green eyes glided from Booth to the table to the glass window, "No one's watching us, huh? I can tell", His voice was smooth yet packed with Venom, "Where's the Wanna-be Therapist?", his grin widened, "I didn't get to finish what I started"

All the restraint he had poked and itched at Booth to keep calm, "Why'd you do it?", his hands folded on the table.

"You've seen him", the killer shifted in his seat, "I'm pretty sure you've seen all of him,so there's no real reason for me to go into detail", Booth shifted in his seat.

Anger. It spread like the plague. It couldn't be more deadly at this time. Just the thought of someone else touching Lance irked him to no extent. Just to hear someone else had touched his that soft pale skin that could only be Lances filled the ex- sniper with an unparalleled hate, "That's no reason to kill someone", he said cooly.

"Seeley", the killer started, "May I call you Seeley", without and yes or a no he continued, "I like to give other's pain", he motioned to his leg, "And so do you. IT may not me a consentual activity but it's mine. I like to hear others scream, and so do you... it's just not apparent yet.. but I can tell you one thing", Booth's brow furrowed, "You didn't catch that cute therapist just by good looks and a cocky belt buckle"

"What are you implying..", Booth gritted.

The man leaned in and whispered, "You are like me. You like to force yourself onto people, just like that sweet little piece of ass you call your own", a swift blow to the face struck the killer with a blunt fist.

"Security take him away. Keinsner seems to have gotten the wind knocked out of him", Seeley talked into his comunicator then left.

-Present-

"I can tell by the way your eye patterns work. It's not like you to lie.. what happened?", Sweets urged.

"Nothing, It's none of your business"

A scoff slipped from Sweets, "None of my business? Alright, I'm done here", Sweets left the room in a fitted rage feeling like he was being treated like a child and not a respected adult. He knew it was just Booth being cautious. He knew it wasn't a topic in which the agent was comfortable with. And he knew it would be uncomfortable to talk about, but of all things to say that it wasn't his business? That wouldn't slip by with Sweets.

With determined foot Booth ran after the angered doctor, "Ah! Sweets I'm sorry I didn-", he reached for Sweets's hand but was swatted away in refusal.

"Don't touch me!", He whipped his attention to Cam who was watching the whole thing, well the whole lab was watching the whole thing, "I'm filing for a vacation, please inform my Dr. Brenan", with one last glare he rushed off feeling his frustration build up.

Guilt. He couldn't believe what just happened. Never in his entire work experience with Sweets had he ever see him act that way.

Hey guyz~ Hope you enjoyed. Only three more chapters left. Yup, I finally came to a conclusion to the story. Hope you liked the chapter! 3