Rochelle Templer: I feel that simply thanking you for all the help on this story isn't fair enough. So I've decided to pretend as if I actually have a heart and name a minor character Rochelle. This character will have a small cameo in this chapter. Hope you like it. Also some of the dialogue used by the character will come from the message you sent me. I'm talking about the analysis of Sweets. You know I completely forgot about the bachelor parties. I do have a master plan on how o write that part. I'm glad you enjoyed the chapter…oh boy do I have something in store for them. *evil laugh* Thanks again for all your help and I hope you like this chapter.
cloudgirl9: Don't believe everything you read on IMBD. We'll wait till the season gets going to see what happens. I wouldn't be surprised if Cam leaves. She hasn't really done much this season, as for the shrink…well I don't think he'll leave. We already lost one adorable genius. I don't think the fan girls will be to happy to loose another.
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Chapter 45
Doctors Unite
I went into Jackie's office and called Booth. I felt guilty tearing him away from Brennan and Parker, but I hoped he would understand.
"Booth…" I began.
"What do you need?" he asked quickly. "Come on, Calloway, I owe you one. So what do you need?"
"I need you, if you can, to get me Sweets's medical files."
"Why?"
"I need to know who his child psychiatrist was…I can't tell you the exact reasoning, but Sweets needs some help…"
"No problem."
"Thanks Booth." I said "Oh and tell Parker I'll see him at the rehearsal dinner." I hung up and took out my laptop. I had no idea how to work with children and traumatic event victims. I mostly got into psychology so I could composite criminal profiles. I was in unknown territory. So I contacted my old psychology professor. She was a real friend. Her name was Rochelle Fairfield. She was a forty-three year old, brilliant woman, who had written a book on children who have come from abusive households. She emailed me some important information relating to emotional trauma after I sent her an extremely vague email. (A/n of course I assume your NOT fourty-three, Rochelle. I had to make this person older)
Booth called me back an hour later with the information I needed. He also said that one of the FBI Rookies was dropping off the records. The small FBI agent arrived with the files and ran off right after I signed for them.
I sat in Jackie's office, reading his file. Jackie came in with a hot cup of coffee.
"I figured you might need this." she also had a muffin in her hand. "Zack said you ran out of the house without breakfast.
"Thanks Jackie." I said not looking up.
"Is there anything I can do?" she asked placing the two items on her desk.
"Actually, I think there is." I said and handed her a folder. "Do you think you could take a look? I've already checked those, but maybe there is something I missed."
She sat down in a second chair and began reading. "He was taken from his father at the age of four…after…" Jackie did not read anymore. She clasped a hand over her mouth.
"Yeah, like I said. I already read that part." I told her. "It's not pretty." she nodded slowly. "You don't have to read all of this if you don't want too."
"N…no I want…want…too." she said. "Um…the autopsy report for Lerner came back yesterday." My face fell.
"O…oh…?"
"Apparently he died from a stab wound….Normally he would have lived through it, but the combination of the beating I gave him with the crow bar—you finished him off."
"Y…yeah…great…" I looked at the files desperately trying to change the subject. "Oh look, I found Lance's first psychologist…Dr. Kiang. First generation, South Korean immigrant…he lives in Virginia…and look there's a contact number." I held up the paper. I grabbed the phone and dialed. "Hello, Dr. Kiang, my name is Dr. Calloway. I'm calling about an old patient of yours, a Lance Sweets. Um…it's rather complicated. You see there was an incident about a week ago. It caused a relapse…yes relapse would be the most accurate term. Would you mind video conferencing with me and Dr. Fairfield? I am in uncharted territory here and need a little help." he agreed and I set everything up, I turned to Jackie. "Do you want to stay for this?"
"No, I think I should be with Lance." she said and headed out. I took a sip of the coffee and called the two of them via skype.
Dr. Fairfield was just as I remembered her. Long flowing dark hair put up in a flawless bun with blue eyes that saw right through you.
"Dr. Fairfield, Dr. Kiang." I said. Kiang was an elderly man; his hair was already white and freshly combed. His eyes were tiered and he had wrinkles on his face. "I need help."
"I can email you the file I have on young Mr. Sweets."
"Its Dr. Sweets, now…how long was he in your care?"
"He was my patient from the age of six up until around the age of sixteen." explained Kiang. "Lance had trouble with seeing the positive aspect of things. His experiences with his biological father haunted him. Apparently his father did a lot more than just beat him within an inch of his life. He beat some verbal things into him as well. His father convinced him that he was worthless and I saw the news reports. Because of what you told me it makes sense that he would relapse."
"It sounds like he's feeling guilt over the deaths of the people connected to him." explained Rochelle. "You need to fill us in on the details." I explained what had occurred with him, and me, and Jackie, and the people connected to his case. They both listened patiently and Rochelle spoke first. "It sounds to me like Lance is not only struggling wit the idea that he could so easily be snatched up by someone who could harm him. While on the other hand he is also grappling with the ideal that he's had to lose his sense of security and safety." (A/n that's from Rochelle) she paused. Kiang took over.
"Does he have friends? Girlfriend?" I nodded. "Than you must do what I did. You must help Lance realize that he has people who love and care for him. He needs to understand that he does have a net of protection on him. He must see that he is not alone."
"I hope you realize, Althea that this is not going to be a walk in the park." said Rochelle
"I know! Will I be able to contact either of you, if I have questions?"
"Of course." said Rochelle.
"I'll send you my notes via skype." explained Kiang. "If you have questions, feel free to call." I nodded and hung up. I took a bite of the muffin and thought carefully as I chewed it over. Finally I grabbed the notes I had taken down during the conversation and headed to the living room where Jackie and Sweets were sitting.
The notes from Kiang told me a lot. When Lance was a kid he had a lot of issues and it escalated to the point that he tried to kill himself. I had to be tough, but somewhat gentle at the same time.
"How are you feeling, Lance?" I asked sitting down across from him on the living room couch. He shrugged. Jackie stood up and walked into the kitchen. "It's been two weeks…how do you feel about what occurred between us and your father?"
"F…fine." he managed to say.
"Lying never did work on me. Try again." I said and he replied with nothing. "Lance, you need to talk to someone about this. Keeping things bottled up will only make things worse. Take it from someone who knows. People want to help you. Why the hell do you think I'm here?"
He sat up. "Obviously you are here because Jackie requested your presence! Even after I told her I was alright." he shouted the last part so that Jackie could hear.
"Alright?" she snapped coming back into the living room. "You've been walking around like a zombie since you came home from the hospital. You wake up with nightmares, screaming. So yeah, your perfectly fine." she wanted to throw something at him.
"I don't need your help." he stated.
I stood up and walked over to Jackie. "Are you sure you can handle staying here, while…" she nodded. "Okay then, sit down next to him and put you hand on his." she nodded again. She walked over to him and did as I had asked her too. "Lance, I get it, okay. Not totally, but I understand that this encounter with your father caused a relapse of sorts." he rolled his eyes. "It caused you to flash back to the abuse, which he repeated. I want you to think back to someone whom you met after the abuse."
"Who one of the people that monster murdered?"
"I was going to say your adoptive parents." an o formed on his lips. "Your feeling guilty?"
"It was my fault?"
"How?"
"I should have….I had to…" Jackie gripped his hand tightly.
"There is absolutely no reason for you to feel guilty." I said. "Furthermore I understand your feeling insecure. It's perfectly alright for you to feel this way. You were captured. I spoke to Cam and she has personally increased the security at the Jeffersonian."
"It's not just about that." explained Sweets. "I should have known he was going to come after me. I just didn't see that as a possibility. I should have…"
"Lance, you can talk about this. Nothing you say will leave this room. I can sue Althy if she does." I rolled my eyes, knowing full well Jackie wouldn't sue me. "Talk to us, please."
"I'd prefer it, if I could talk to Dr. Calloway, alone." he said coldly.
Jackie starred at him, shocked and hurt. "O…oh…okay. I'll be in my office if you need me." she said and walked away.
"You're in big trouble, Sweets." I said. He starred. "I told you that if anything happened to Jackie….you hurt her just now. She cares about you."
"I know that…" he said avoiding eye contact.
"I don't think you do." I replied. "In all the years I've known Jackie she has never acted like this. I don't know why, but I'd say she's in love with you. Yet you just brushed her off. You can't do that to people who care about you." I stated. "Did you treat your parents this way?"
"I…you know what, I'll be okay. You on the other hand…" I starred at him. The conversation changed direction. This was his way of avoiding conflict. "I know what the autopsy report said. You killed him."
"That's not the—" he cut me off.
"As a psychologist I know it will take a lot of time for me to heal. You on the other hand are in a different predicament. You took someone's life."
"And I'm okay with that." I lied. "It's self defense. It's justified. Now let's get back to you." Sweets shook his head. "You seem awfully talkative for a guy who has barely spoken two words in the span of the last two weeks. So shall we get back to your therapy session?" He nodded. "Look Sweets, you need to start sharing your feelings. I get it. You were kidnapped by your psychotic, biological father. That pretty much messed up a decade of therapy. So why won't you just talk about it. If not to your new shrink, then talk to your girlfriend?"
"I don't want to dump all of this on Jackie. She's too great of a person to burden with."
"Fine," I said, "Then talk to me."
"I'm angry, okay." he snapped. "I'm angry that after all these years he still got me. After I finally managed to get through everything he comes back and takes me as easily as I can throw this pillow." he threw the pillow to emphasize his point. "I feel like a loser. I let him get to me again. I was so stupid."
"You're not the only one who was taken. You survived and he cannot get to anyone ever again."
"You made sure of that Dr." he said. I ignored him.
"I don't know what to tell you, Lance. All I know is that the guy is dead. He cannot get to you anymore."
"I am weak." he muttered.
"Not everyone is Agent Booth." I explained. "People have different strengths. Yours is being a caring person. If Jackie feels about you, the way I think she feels about you, then you have nothing to worry about."
"But…."
"Not everyone is physically fit or ready for kidnappings. Come on I've been kidnapped three times already. I'm okay...arguably..."
"I appreciate all your help, Dr. Calloway. But I feel confident that I can deal with this on my own."
"Fine, but if I keep seeing Jackie like this you will be back in that hospital faster than you can say, Kayamodo." I said pleasantly. "Feel better, Dr. Sweets." I gathered up my things and stood up. "Oh one more thing," I turned back to him. "How do you think your parents would feel seeing you like this?" he said nothing. "Just something to think about."
YAY Finnito, isn't it grand. I plan to type five more chapters so Chapter 50 will hopefully be the end. PLEASE REVIEW and PLEASE VOTE I NEED VOTES
