Whoops, forgot the disclaimer thing on the last chapter, but same disclaimers as always!
"Doctor Lance Sweets," the FBI psychologist picked up his phone, placing his feet up on his desk.
"There's a psychopath down here, who says she has a meeting with you!" the receptionist, Jim, whispered frantically over the phone.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, what?" Lance Sweets frowned, but at the same time was trying not to laugh. "Slow down. Can you repeat that?"
"There is a girl down here who says she made a last minute appointment with you," Sweets could sense the receptionist shivering as he slowed down his speech. "She claims to be a psychopath."
"Her name?" Lance now had a feeling about his visitor's identity, and he tried not to let his amusement show over the phone.
"Kylie Wells."
"Let her in," Doctor Sweets ordered.
"What?! But she's a psychopath!"
"Don't worry, man," Sweets chuckled. "I've got it covered." Good one, Kylie.
"So should I send her up?" the receptionist breathed.
"Tell her I look forward to meeting with her," Lance said with a smile before hanging up the phone.
As the realization of his next visitor hit him, he quickly scrambled to organize his desk, re-fluff the couch cushions, and straighten his tie and make sure his hair was presentable. He had unintentionally been ignoring her during his time spent at the Jeffersonian helping with their case, mainly because he had spent that time trying to figure out whether or not to confront her about that night, and he felt bad. Although she was rather intoxicated when they met, he knew deep down she was a nice girl that deserved to be treated with respect, and he would make sure she knew that.
Five minutes later, he settled back on his desk chair with a relieved sigh, only to miss his chair completely and land ass-first on the floor.
This would happen to me, he grumbled internally.
"Hello?" Lance rubbed his head as he heard the newest Jeffersonian intern's voice and the click of a door.
Shit. Way to go, Lance, he scolded himself. "Miss Wells?"
"Lance? Where are you?" Kylie peered over the chair in front of her, wondering where the hell he was.
"Just a sec!" he slowly backed out from under his desk, only to meet more misfortune as his head forcefully met the edge of his desk.
"Oh my God, are you okay?" she rushed to his side, guiding him by his forearms to help him stand up. "Do you need an ice pack or something? Not that I have one, but I could go find one…"
"I'm fine, don't worry about it," he shook his head, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Thank you. Have a seat."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah," he nodded quickly before leading her to the couch. "And for the future, don't tell the front desk you're a psychopath. I of course knew better, but you scared the crap out of our receptionist."
"Sorry. They wouldn't let me see you otherwise. Whoa, that made me sound like a stalker," she laughed awkwardly.
"Not at all, actually," Sweets waved his hand, recalling Agent Booth's stalker from the Tommy Sour case. "So what can I do for you?"
"Okay, um," she smiled nervously, tucking her long brown hair behind her ear. "Well there have been some things on my mind lately, and I thought maybe I should talk to someone about it. Someone like you."
"Why me in particular? What kind of things?" he asked, though he had an idea of where she was going with it.
"Please don't be mad," she inhaled and exhaled as she began tapping both her feet on the floor nervously. "But ever since I saw you again for the first time since that night at the bar on my first day at the Jeffersonian, that entire night keeps coming back to me."
"Why do you think that is?" he asked, secretly relieved to know that she was equally affected by that night as he was.
"I don't know. I was really, really upset that night, if you remember," she reminded him.
"Yes, very well," his face remained stoic. "Go on."
"I opened up to you that night more than I ever really do for anyone," she bit her lip. "You made me feel like it's okay to not be alone all the time. It's that feeling, I think, that I can't forget."
He nodded, waving an arm slightly to motion for her to continue.
"With that said, it kind of bothers me," she went on, "how you act like I'm not there whenever you're helping us at the Jeffersonian after I opened up to you like that."
"Before you continue, are you coming to me as a friend, or a patient?" Sweets stopped her.
"Does it matter?" she shrugged.
"Yes, it does."
"Okay," she shrugged again. "Friend."
"Alright." He stood up and gestured to the area next to her. "May I?"
She nodded silently as he sat down next to her.
"So you're basically telling me that you don't know how to act around me," he stated.
"Hey, I'm a friend, not a patient, remember?" she crossed her arms.
"Yes, I know, I'm not done," his tone came out harsher than he'd intended. "I know it's seemed like I've been avoiding you since you started interning at the Jeffersonian, but the thing is, I'm not sure how to act around you, either."
"You're not?" a relieved smile spread across Kylie's lips at the fact that he wasn't purposely shutting her out.
"No," he shook his head. "What you've seen as me ignoring you has actually been me trying to figure out a way to gracefully approach the subject without spilling what happened that night to everyone at the lab," he admitted.
"I guess it's good I came to see you, then."
"It is," he concurred. "Honestly, if you hadn't come here, I probably would've kept ignoring you."
"So can we be more open now that we've cleared things up?"
"Yeah, of course," he said, before changing the subject. "Can I ask you something?"
"Mhmm," she nodded.
"When you talked to me that night, about your friend," he subtly snaked his arm across the couch behind her.
"What about it?" she shifted uncomfortably.
"That was about Zack Addy, wasn't it?"
"You already knew that," she looked away. "Why'd you have to ask?"
"Zack talks about you sometimes," he explained. "He mentioned you during our first session shortly after he was transferred from the hospital. He called you an old friend."
"Did he?" she smiled wistfully.
"Yeah," he nodded. "I went to see him the morning after that night. He was visibly upset about whatever had happened between you two. You mean a lot to him."
"I know," she nodded. "He told me. Wait, don't you have some doctor-patient confidentiality thing?"
"Yes, but he was your friend first before my patient," he replied. "And I'm not giving away any medical or personal records, so I'm not violating anything."
"So I'm guessing you can't talk about his…situation?"
"No," he replied with finality.
"Even if I know everything?"
"How did he tell you and not everyone else?" Sweets pulled back slightly, puzzled. Zack trusted his old high school friend over his Jeffersonian colleagues?
"I asked him," she replied, as if it were the simplest solution in the world. "Though it's possible he told me because I wasn't involved in it the way all of you were. I have my own thoughts about it, but out of respect for the confidentiality thing, I'll keep them to myself."
"I'm afraid you already told me," Lance smiled apologetically, his big, warm smile spreading across his face. It also happened to be the smile that made her want to kiss him that night.
"I did? When?" Kylie raised her eyebrows in surprise.
"That night," he reminded her. "You didn't give any specifics, but I think we both know what you were talking about."
"Right," she remembered, before turning to look at him. "That wasn't the way you should've gotten to know me."
"Things don't always happen the way we want them to," he said, moving the arm that was resting on the couch over her shoulder. "But it doesn't stop them from happening. If it helps at all, I was a little out of character myself."
"I hope the kissing part wasn't," she looked at him hopefully, her flirtier side kicking in.
"You tell me," he replied coyly, leaning in to plant a chaste kiss on her lips.
"You sneaky bastard," she giggled as she lightly pushed him over and pounced on top of him, crashing her lips onto his.
Before they knew it, they had both landed on the floor and were rolling around the psychologist's office, stopping every so often to feel each other up and take turns being on top.
"Are we going to do this every time we 'talk'?" Lance asked in the middle of Kylie's back massage.
"That would be a terrible idea," she laughed.
"What's so terrible about it?"
"If we did that, at the rate we go we'd destroy every place wherever we are. And I don't think Cam would like it very much if we destroyed her lab."
"I guess we'll have to be more careful, then," he smiled before leaning in to kiss her some more.
"In all seriousness, though," Kylie stopped him and lay down on the floor next to him. "I think we should take things slower from now on."
"You having second thoughts?" he asked playfully.
"No," she said honestly.
"So what is it, then?"
"I don't really know you," she sat up, placing an arm on his opposite side and allowing her long hair to cascade down. "We can't just go on and make out all the time without some sort of connection to go along with that."
"No, you're absolutely right," he sat up along with her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "That was stupid of me, I shouldn't have asked."
"Don't get me wrong, I do enjoy it," she pulled a hair tie off her wrist and gathered her hair at the nape of her neck in a side ponytail.
"As do I," he smirked. "So…one step at a time, then?"
"One step at a time," she nodded.
After a few quickly fleeting moments of trying to figure out what to do next, their lips met once again, but this time with slower movements.
"I thought we were taking this one step at a time," Kylie tried her hardest not to smile as she felt a cool hand up running up her backside.
"Technically this would be a continuation from five minutes ago," he pointed out knowingly, "since we never left the room."
"Hmm. I guess you're right," she shrugged with a smile as he pulled her back onto the floor with him.
"Hey," she breathed in between kisses. "Lance?"
"Mmm," he moaned as he nested his head into her shoulder while he wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Can we move back to the couch? This carpet sucks."
Well, well, well. Kylie and Sweets...that's bound to stir things up around the lab (if they find out)! And sorry about Brennan, Booth and Angela not having much of a presence so far, but at least one of them will appear in the next chapter. Can't say which one since I haven't written it yet. Thanks again for reading!
