A/N: Well this is the final chapter of this story. I hope you enjoyed it :). If you wish to follow further the sequel is called'Trial and Error' and will be posted by the weekend so you can follow along. I hope you will. It promises to be very interesting and very rocky (especially with Krys/Sweets and then the other couplings layered on). I should add the reason I like this pairing so much is because Booth/Bones are cheering for it. It's like they're cheering for another couple that SHOULD get together but doesn't realize it.. Which amuses me on many levels.

Once again I thank you for all of your continued support and I hope you'll stick with me.

35CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE

Lance Sweets sat alone on the upper level of the Jeffersonian lab quietly thumbing through an old Batman comic that he had yanked out from his desk drawer in the Bureau building. He hated sitting in that office all alone with nothing to do. He felt like he was shut off from the world and in knowing that he was just left to his own devices of entertainment and his own thoughts which was never good because they always led back to the same topic.

A month had passed since he had last seen Krys Robin. A month since she had been saved from near death at the hands of a serial killer and he had guided her to the car. She had been heading upstate with her family for the mandated month long break that the Bureau had required but Lance had promised himself that he'd tell her how he felt (or at least would try to form the words). The only issue was once he sat down to ponder what to say he realized that he didn't have her number, or her contact information, and his options were limited. He could go through the FBI files or ask Booth but both attempts would be embarrassing and borderline stalkerish (at least in his eyes). And so he was left at square one which was absolutely no where.

Turning the page of the comic as he leaned over the table he let out a soft sigh. Who was she kidding? She had probably forgotten all about him anyways. Coworkers came and went and Krys was just that, a temporary coworker. She came, and then she went. Just like Vincent Nigel-Murray who had returned back overseas to Europe for a special dig that he had been invited on courtesy of a recommendation letter from Doctor Brennan who seemed to be getting more and more in touch with her more approachable/personal side. Something that Lance had noticed in their sessions. She even seemed cheerier, something Lance personally wished was contagious so that he could feel the same way. But no, that wasn't the case. Everything was back to normal.

Turning another page he massaged his temples with a heavy sigh, closing his eyes momentarily it was a familiar voice that caused him to look up and open his eyes.

"Almost done with the comic there, Sweets?" Agent Booth questioned, Temperance Brennan right at his side just like Batman and Robin themselves.

"Isn't that a graphic novel?" Doctor Brennan questioned, suddenly confused when Booth went and changed the termonology on her, becoming lost as she often was with pop culture and media references.

"Fine. Are you almost done with the graphic novel?" Booth corrected, a comment that made Lance brighten. He always found Agent Booth's need to appease Doctor Brennan in any way refreshing from the usually tough man and he couldn't help but wonder what else laid beneath the surface of tux and roughness.

"Almost." Lance responded with a little smile. The pair had been bugging him an extra lot as of late and the psychologist in him knew that it was because they cared but it didn't make him feel much better. "I'll get it to you our next session, is that okay?"

"Yeah. It's fine." Agent Booth nodded, his hands in his pockets though he showed no sign of leaving which Lance immediately interpreted as a hint that he had more to say. An assumption that was proven correct. "You doing alright there, Sweets?"

"I'm doing alright." A blatant lie and the psychologist knew it and unfortunately Doctor Brennan caught on quickly.

"He's lying." She pointed out rather seriously and Lance sighed heavily. They'd never let this go. They both had stubborn personalities and when put together they'd never let up.

"Seems like since Krys left you've been a little down in the dumps." Booth stated the obvious in as nonchalant of a voice that he could manage, leaning back some on his left foot.

"It's not what you think." Lance looked up only to find Booth shifting about as he reached into his pocket.

"It's exactly what I think and I'm not the only one that feels that way." Agent Booth continued on but before Sweets could retaliate Booth held out his cellular phone which was wide open and on. "Talk to me."

"I am. I think that's evident as that's what a phone's purpose is." Came Zack Addy's voice on the other end of the phone. Lance blinked with confusion not understanding the purpose of this plan but the trio went onward.

"Never mind Zack." Booth quieted him for a moment as he shifted where he stood. "Zack. What do you know about love?"

"Apparently very little Agent Booth." Zack's voice responded and Lance attempted to stand up and leave, but Booth reached out and kept him in place. "It's merely an emotion attachment. A dependency."

"And what do you know about Krys Robin?" Booth continued on, still holding onto the young man.

"She's loud, fairly abrasive, very intelligent, and Doctor Sweets feels that sort of emotional attachment to her." Zack went on, his voice very calm as though he was just discussing a math problem.

"And what attachment would that be Zack?" Agent Booth went on, still horribly calm but now his eyes met with the young psychologists and Zack spoke.

"Well by looking at the facts one can see that he broke me out of this place which is, I'm told, a very illegal act, he lied, he stood by the case even when it wasn't in his best interest to do so. All signs point to the greater means of the equation." Zack's voice hung in the air, even over the cell phone. "Love."

Booth brought the phone to his mouth. "Thanks Zack." And he pressed the hang up button, his eyes never leaving Lance whose eyes were practically pleading.

"But I don't." The psychologist argued in a weak, shaky voice out of his element he no longer had the heart to pull away.

"Okay, maybe not love but you obviously miss the girl." Booth corrected, sometimes you need a forceful hand. "Can you at least admit that much Boy Wonder?" A long quiet.

Lance, being the psychologist that he was, tried to justify it with a labored breath. "When we create intimate relationships, and if the relationship isn't functioning in the way that we wish it to, we're left with anxiety and confusion that'll remain until dealt with." And that was that, a psychological justification for something that hurt so much.

"That sounds reasonable." Doctor Brennan interjected calmly. Logic made sense to her, even in psychologically.

"Sounds and is, is two different things, Bones." Booth corrected calmly before looking to Lance. "Come on." He gestured with his head, releasing the young man and beginning to walk down the hall toward Bones' office.

"Why?" Lance asked but he followed never the less. He knew better than to argue against the two of them.

"Just come on." Booth repeated as all three of them walked down the hall. "Got a little surprise for you."

"Surprise?" Lance blinked and looked between the two partners in question.

"Something to make you feel better." Seeley went on his eyes focused directly ahead so that he wouldn't give any tell to the intelligent psychologist which he'd be able to pick up on.

"Better is subjective, Booth." Temperance warned before looking back to Doctor Sweets in a nonthreatening manner. "But it is a pretty good surprise." And by judging the expression on Doctor Brennan's face Lance could deduct that she wasn't lying, in fact the woman even seemed back a tad excited about the prospects.

Lance had been looking at the floor until they reached just outside the office. That's when he looked up and saw the back of someone's head. Someone seated and facing the desk, away from them, as if waiting for someone to enter. The familiar brown hair (though cut), he'd know it anywhere. It was Krys. He suddenly felt his throat go dry and was unable to swallow. Turning around he looked to Agent Booth with widened eyes.

Seeley Booth seemed unphased as he went on. "The Bureau wants her to see a shrink before she returns to work with the FBI. And they asked me for recommendations" Lance gaped at the man, so very surprised and yet unable to vocalize. "My gift to you kid."

Lance could only stare at the man as he patted his shoulder and then, lightly grabbing Temperance by the arm led her away leaving Sweets alone.

Finally managing to swallow he turned back around to look through the plexiglass. She was there. Sitting. Just close enough to see but far away enough to not be able to touch.

Reaching up toward his neck he straightened his sloppy tie and ran his hand through his black hair. Another slow inhaling breath followed by a long exhale and he'd slide the door open stepping inside.

Maybe things weren't back to normal after all...

"Good afternoon Miss Robin."

-END-