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[reader-who-writes]

Target- Finale

This is the Final Part to my Sweet x Reader Series Target. It has been quite a journey but it is over now and that is okay. For more of my writing, check out my Masterlist here.  

It was at 4 a.m. the following morning that the FBI was able to successfully bring in Pilaski. Booth received the news shortly after and was torn between going to interrogate him and staying there with Sweets. But he knew that they had enough evidence to put him away and he trusted his team at the Bureau. This was a win that he desperately needed. Sweets was supposed to be released from the hospital come morning, they just wanted to keep him overnight for observation as head injuries are taking very seriously. You had made it out of your first round of surgeries and into the ICU where Hodgins and Angela sat with you. But apparently there had been complications in the middle of the night and you had to go back into surgery. Everyone was starting to get even more worried. Brennan had to go home to take care of Christine and would be back later.

Booth looked over at Sweets, who was peacefully sleeping. Sweets was like the brother he never wanted, but was glad he had. He was a good kid, with a big heart.  He prayed to God that you would be okay. He knew that if you weren’t, Sweets would never forgive himself. Over the years, you and Sweets had become each other's family. Sweets had revealed to Booth a while ago that he had started to develop feelings for you. Booth smiled as he thought of how the kid would get so nervous around you. The two of you were perfect for each other. It was one of those situations where everyone else could see it, but the two of you were oblivious. It kinda reminded him of the beginning of his relationship with Bones.

It wasn’t until 9 am that Booth was awoken again when the nurse came in to start the process of checking Sweets out. Sweets asked her for an update on your condition. She informed him of all that had happened since he had fallen asleep the previous night. You were now in recovery, but due to the complications and blood loss the doctors were not sure if you would wake up. He felt a pain in his chest, he had hoped that you would be checking out with him. “Can we see her?” he asked. The nurse had agreed to take him once he was checked out. Booth had went to inform the others of the latest updates and check in on Pilaski’s status.

Sweets rushed through his paperwork and was finally being escorted to your room on the other side of the hospital. He didn’t know what to expect as he was led down the halls to your room. He was preparing himself for the worse. He knew that you had been through multiple surgeries and that you had pulled him out of the burning car. You had saved his life.

It felt like time stood still as he reached your door. Schrodinger’s cat came to mind. Until he opened the door you were as much alive as dead. He could convince himself that everything would be fine. But if he opened it reality would take over and there was a chance that it would be worse than the scenarios that were running through his head.

He took a deep breath and pushed the door open. He was relieved to see that you were still you. There was a bandage on your arm and a cannula helping you to breath, but you looked as if you were only sleeping. He was so relieved. He took a seat next to you and took your hand in his. He sat there just working up the courage to say something. He knew that if you could see him you would spout off that this was like a movie perfect opportunity.

“There are psychologists that believe that you can hear and understand everything that I am saying right now. Others believe that it is not about what I am saying but the familiarity of my voice that will allure you to wake up. Some say that it is a pointless endeavor, but I don’t believe that because there are too many people who wake up and are able to recall conversations that were had when they were unconscious and I refuse to believe that is purely coincidence. But I am getting off point, whether you can hear me right now or not there is something that I need to say to you. First of all, I just wanted to let you know that they caught Pilaski. It’s over, he is behind bars. Secondly, I want to apologize. This is all my fault. We should have stayed at the bureau where you were safe. I should have never taken you home with me, I just didn’t think it through. I’m so sorry, Y/n.” he said pausing to look up at your face, so peaceful. This is when the idea of you not waking up hit him. The possibility that you would never smile at him again. That he would never hear your laugh.

“You have to wake up Y/n. We need you. I need you. I love you so much and I can’t bare the thought of losing you. I’ve already lost my family, I can’t lose you too.” he pleaded softly.  

If this were a movie, that is when you would’ve woke up and professed your love for him and then the two of you would have lived happily ever after. But this is not a movie.

Sweets had dozed off and was woken up by a nurse that had asked him to go into the waiting room so that they could change your dressings and take your vitals. When he entered the waiting room he was slightly surprised to see the entire team sitting and chatting lowly. When they noticed he had come out, Angela and Hodgins had rushed to embrace him. This was the first time that they had seen him since the accident. Cam was close behind them and handed him a new phone explaining that his had been fried and it was the least she could do. They all asked him how he felt and told him how glad they were that he was okay. “So, any change?” Booth asked as Sweets took a seat next to him.

“Not yet, she is doing fine all things considered, they are just waiting for her to wake up.” he answered staring down at his hands. How long does it take to change some bandages? he wondered. Truth be told, he just wanted to be with you. He had only been away from you side for ten minutes and it was already getting to him.

It was another thirty minutes until a doctor came out. “Is there a Dr. Lance Sweets here?” he asked loudly addressing the lobby.

“That’s me” Sweet’s answered and the rest of the group also stood up.

“Miss Y/l/n is awake and requesting you.” he smiled. ‘

Sweets was ecstatic and the rest of the group celebrated hugging one another. The stakes had been so high the last few days, but it was over now. Everyone was okay.

Sweets followed the doctor back to your room. It took everything in him not to jump on your bed. He was so happy to see you awake. “Have a nice nap?” he asked as he made his way to your side. The doctor had warned him that you might still be kinda out of it and that he should avoid talking about the vase or anything else that could cause you to panic or freak out.

“It was, except when this guy came in talking about psychological theories” you laughed.

Sweets was nearly in tears, he was so glad to hear that laugh again. And see your smile. “Hey now, you can’t cry or I’ll start crying and that is something neither of us wants to see” you replied trying to take it all in.

“I’m just so relieved that you are okay.” he explained as he bent down to kiss the top of your head. He went to hug you but quickly pulled away as it caused you to grunt in pain.

“I’m sorry” you apologized as he pulled away. You wished that you could hug him. .

“Y/n, you have absolutely nothing to be sorry for.” he answered resigning to sit in the chair beside your bed.

“Neither do you, none of this was your fault. I’m just sorry that your life was put in danger trying to protect me. If anything happened to you, I don’t know what I would do” you answered starting to get worked up again.

“Hey now- calm down. It’s okay. Everything is okay.” he assured you as he took your hand. The to of you just sat like that for a while being interrupted here and there by nurses coming in to check up on you and take your blood or run your vitals. After a while curiosity got the best of you and you asked him the question you had been dying to ask him since you woke up.

“Did you mean it?”

“Did I mean what?” he asked as he shifted towards you.

“When I was unconscious you said that you loved me. And it’s completely fine if it was a spur of the moment thing. Or if you meant it in a platonic way. I mean that makes sense actually. And we don’t have to make a big deal out of it. We can honestly just forget it ever happened if you want” you rambled on.

“I did” he replied stopping you.

“You did what?” you asked.

“I did mean it. I meant every word I said. Y/n, I am in love with you. I have had feelings for you for ages but I was always waiting for the right moment. And seeing you today made me realize that I am tired of waiting. Life is too short and unpredictable, and I want to spend mine with you.” he explained nervously.

“If I could I would get up and kiss you right now” you answered.

“Allow me” he said as he stood up and gently cradled her face in his hands before lowering his lips onto hers. The kiss was soft and simple. He had been wanting to do that for so long now. He slowly pulled away seeing the smile that lit up your face as you opened your eyes again. As happy as he was, he had decided that he had been selfish long enough and went to go get the others.

As soon as he walked into the waiting room, Booth noticed that something was different. “You kissed her didn’t you?” he asked immediately.

“What? Why would you say that?” he replied.

“He’s not denying it” Hodgins jumped in.

“Atta boy Sweets, it only took you two years” Angela added.

“Do you guys want to come back and see her or keep harassing me?” he laughed as they stood up to follow him. “Okay seriously though, she is fine, but extremely sore. No hugs or sudden movements and the Doctor said not to talk about anything that would upset her because she could tear her stitches.” he explained as they walked down the hall.

You were excited to see everyone. They all told you how relieved they were that you were okay and how if you needed literally anything that they would be there for you. Angela and Hodgins were going to stay with you while Booth and Brennan ran Sweets home to shower and grab some things so he could stay with you the next couple of days. Cam left shortly after they did. That is when Angela told you to spill about you and Sweets. You told her the entire conversation and the kiss. Hodgins was almost fangirling more than she was.

When Sweets got back he sent everyone home. It was three days later when you were allowed to leave with strict orders to take it easy. When the two of you arrived at your house Sweets turned to you “So I know this is insane, and I should have ran it by you first.” he started, “But with everything you have been through, I thought that maybe you would want to move in with me. We could grab some of your stuff. And then figure out to get you out of your lease. Or it doesn’t have to be permanent. I mean you don’t have to it was just an idea.” he rambled. This time you were able to cut him off with a kiss.

“That is a wonderful idea. Let’s go pack” you answered. He rushed around the car to let you out and help you inside not wanting to take any chances.

The two of you would slowly move your stuff into his place throughout the next week. It was during this time that you got to know each other better. You spent a lot of time just hanging out as you had many restrictions. Seven months later he asked you to marry him. And about a year after that the two of you had a son who you named Fin after his adopted parents the Finleys. There were many ups and downs, times of danger and stress, but the two of you loved each other and that is all that mattered.

[littleballofdepression]

Motherhood 1/? 

I’m thinking about making little series. Tell me what you think about it. 

Photo is not mine. I found it on google. Isn’t it cute?

Anyway pt.2 is going to be aveliable in 5 minutes. 

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[reader-who-writes]

Target Part 5

This is the second to last part of the Sweets x reader series. TFor more of my writing, check out my Masterlist here.   I hope you enjoy :)

Summary: Isn’t insane how much can change in an instant. You were happily working with the FBI and Jeffersonian solving crimes one moment, and then it all went downhill. Within 48 hours, your brother’s remains had been discovered, you had become the next target, and both you and Sweets had been in a car accident.

BEFORE:

Booth had just arrived at the Jeffersonian when he received a call from Sweets. He wasn’t expecting Sweets to tell him that he and Y/n were being tailed. He rushed to Angela’s office and got her to trace the call, before sprinting to his car to try to find them. He sped towards their general direction wishing that the software would work faster. He talked to Y/n trying to get any details that would help him know where to go, but the line went silent. It was a couple minutes later when Angela was able to send him the location.

He raced to the coordinates, but when he arrived he saw that he was too late. Sweet’s car was burning at the bottom of the drop off. He quickly made his way down to try to rescue the two of you. It wasn’t until he was at the bottom that he was able to see that the two of you were laying on the ground outside of the car. While he was relieved, it was short-lived as he saw the blood that was soaking through your shirt. He took off his jacket and firmly applied pressure careful not to move the shards of glass.

When the ambulance arrived they had to physically remove him from the scene. He was devastated. They informed him of what hospital they were taking you and Sweets to and left. Booth was left there still shaken up. He looked down at his hands and white shirt which were covered in blood...your blood. He couldn’t believe this was happening. It took him a moment to realize that his phone was ringing. He had almost forgotten about the Jeffersonian.

“Hello-” he answered.

“Booth, thank God, did you find them, is everyone okay?” Brennan asked.

“I was too late, they were drove off the road. They’re on their way to the hospital, but it doesn’t look good. They were unconscious when I got here. And now...they just...I don’t” he struggled.

“Listen Booth, they are going to be fine. They are fighters. Are you okay to drive or do you want me to send Hodgins to pick you up?” Angela spoke.

“I’ll be fine. I just have to wait for the crime scene analysts to show up. We are going to see if there is anything here to help us catch this son-of-a-bitch.” Booth answered regaining his composure.

“Okay, we’ll do our part here. I love you” Brennan replied.

“I love you too Bones. Be careful.” Booth answered before hanging up the phone.

The team at the Jeffersonian were trying to decide the best course of action. They all wanted to go to the hospital to be there for you and Sweets, but deep down they knew that the real way to help you would be to stay and find Pilaski. They decided to go two at a time to the hospital. First up would be Booth and Brennan.

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When Brennan arrived to the hospital she asked about you and Sweet’s they were told that they could go see Sweets who was awake in room 203 with a mild concussion, but that you were still in critical condition and in surgery. The nurse had asked for your family’s contact information, and that is when it hit her that you didn’t have anyone. Not anymore. She informed the nurse that she could get your medical information from the Jeffersonian before pulling out her phone to call Angela and give the team the update.

Booth had to go home to change clothes before going to the hospital. When he saw himself in the mirror and saw how much blood had soaked into his shirt his stomach turned. It took time to get the dried blood off of his hands. He made his way to the hospital waiting for any news, when Brennan called to give him the update. Today had been a mess. He was glad to know that Sweets was okay. And he knew that you would be okay as well. You had to be.

When he walked into room 203 he saw that Sweets was trying to leave. “What do we have here?” he asked with a sense of relief.

“I can’t be here. Not while Pilaski is out there” Sweets answered fidgeting with his IV.

“I tried to tell him that he needs to stay here and let the doctors run tests, but he won’t listen to me” Brennan informed.

“Okay Sweets, I know it sucks, but Bones is right. We will find him. It’s your job to stay here and get better. That is what Y/n would want, isn’t it?” Booth persuaded.

“Booth. We are here because of me. I never should have taken her to my house. She was safe at the bureau. If it weren’t for me she wouldn’t be fighting for her life right now. She would be safe.” Sweets answered.

“Hey now, this isn’t your fault. None of this is your fault. She couldn’t have stayed in the bureau forever. She will be okay. She is a fighter. Now lay back and let the doctors do whatever it is that they need to in order to make sure that you are okay.” Booth persisted.

Sweets reluctantly agreed and Booth took a seat next to his bed. Brennan excused herself to go see if there was any update on your condition. She was informed that due to the extensity of your injuries you would be in surgery for hours. And for now, no news was good news. The nurse did take down her contact information and let her know if anything changed.

[reader-who-writes]

Target part 4

This is part 4/6 of this Lance Sweets x reader series. For more of my writing, check out my Masterlist here.  

Warnings: Car accident, Blood

When you woke up you were greeted by sunlight. It took you a moment before you realized that your head was resting on Sweet’s chest. His arm was resting around you. Right now you felt safe, you were so thankful to have someone like him in your life. You glanced at the alarm clock seeing that It was almost 6 am.

You were split, you wanted to just stay here all day, Sweets made you feel like everything was going to be okay. But at the same time you didn’t know how he would feel about the two of you being so close. You decided to attempt to get up without waking him. You had almost escaped when his alarm went off and he woke up. He turned to you with a smile on your face. You were caught red handed. 

“How did you sleep?” he asked starting to get up. 

“I slept well” you said. 

“That’s good, I’m going to shower, you can shower in the guest bathroom if you’d like, the rest of the stuff I grabbed from your apartment is downstairs.” he said as you exited the bedroom. You went and grabbed your clothes and went and showered. The hot water was relaxing.

After you prepared yourself for the day, you went in the kitchen. You decided to return the favor and cook Sweets breakfast. You started a pot of coffee and decided to make french toast because that is what Sweets ate the last time the two of you got breakfast. When he came out he was happily surprised. The two of you ate and he asked you if you were ready to be his shadow for the day. “Of course,” you replied.

You got into his car and started driving to the Bureau. Everything was fine until you noticed that there was a Cadillac escalade behind you. This same vehicle had been tailing you for the last 15 minutes. You mentioned something to Sweets, he decided to test your theory, he took the next possible right. Sure enough, the Cadillac also took a right. You could tell that he was trying to remain calm for your sake. He told you to call Booth and you did so.

“Hey Sweets, what’s up man?” Booth answered.

“Hey Booth I am probably being paranoid, but there is a possibility that there is someone following me right now. The same vehicle has been behind me for the last 20 minutes,” Sweets said without looking away from the road.

“Where are you? I can come meet you,” Booth replied.

“We’re-” Sweets began before he was cut off. The Cadillac had rammed the back of his car. He swerved trying to maintain control

Booth was Frantic, "Sweets! Y/n! Are you okay? What’s happening? Where are you?”

Sweets seemed busy trying to keep the two of you alive, so you replied to Booth.

“So were are defiantly not Paranoid. I don’t know exactly where we are, Sweets took a detour, but someone is trying to run us off the road,” you replied to Booth trying unsuccessfully to stay calm.

“Okay listen Sweets, Angela is tracing your phone as we speak, just try to hang in there, I’m headed in your general direction,” Booth said.

Sweets was maxing out his car, and the Cadillac wasn’t far behind. You took Sweets’ phone and put on mute so agent Booth couldn’t hear what you were about to say.

“Sweet’s I’m so sorry,” you started, “You wouldn’t be in this situation if it wasn’t for me,” tears escaped your eyes as you continued, “But if this is it, I just wanted you to know that last night with you was the most at home I had felt since my parents died. And there is no one I would be more honored to be in this car with right now. I love you.”

He was going to say something. But before he could his car was rammed again.  This time he lost control completely. The car spun and went into the drop off on the side of the road.  Everything happened so fast and before you knew it, everything faded to nothing. When you woke up you smelled gasoline. Everything was blurry. You saw Sweets, “Sweets,” you yelled before breaking into cough. You tried to move yourself, your head was throbbing, and your whole body ached. You forced yourself over to him. You checked his pulse. It was strong. You couldn’t see anything physically wrong with him other than some cuts and bruises. You tried to open your door, but it was to disfigured. You took off your jacket and cover your arm, that is when you noticed the blood. You elbowed the window out and hobbled over to Sweets’ side. With some force you were able to pull his door open. You managed to get his out of the vehicle and get him off to the side. You were going to try to wake him up but suddenly it had all became too much. You fell down beside him.

Booth was racing towards the location that Angela had discovered. At first he was filled with horror as he saw Sweets’ car ablaze on the bottom of the drop off. He ran as fast as he could. It was not until he had reached the bottom that he was able to see both you and Sweets. He knelt down and checked for your pulses. He knew that there was an ambulance not far behind him. He immediately went to you and placed pressure around the glass in your chest. It felt like a lifetime before the ambulance came. When they did, they forced Booth to stay back. They informed him which hospital they were going to take the two of you to and assured him that he had done the right things. He looked down at the blood on his hands.... your blood.

[reader-who-writes]

Target Part 1

This imagine is Lance Sweets x Reader from Bones. It the first part of a six part series (with plenty of angst). For more of my writing, check out my Masterlist here.   Warnings: Murders, blood, fluff

The Jeffersonian had been your home for the past year. You were Dr. Brennan’s latest intern. From day one, everyone had made you feel like part of the family. It was not unusual for you to get dinner with Hodgins and Angela, or to get drinks with Booth, Sweets, and Brennan.  Every case you had, fueled your love for the field. You loved being able to help families find closure and to bring criminals to justice. This was definitely a dream come true.

At least it was, until today.

It was supposed to be just another Tuesday. There was a dead body found in pieces in front of a high school. That was your cue to head to the lab. It was about three pm when you went and set a platform, it was about forty minutes later when the body and your colleagues arrived. Everyone seemed slightly off, but you dismissed it, after all some cases just had that vibe.

“Good morning Dr. B, how can I be of assistance?” you asked as she enter the platform.

“Ah, Miss Y/l/n, please wait for Cam to finish collecting tissue and then proceed to x-ray, clean, and place the bones.” she said before heading to her office. You waited until Cam called saying she had finished, you then began working diligently. You carefully inspected every bone for particulates. Then you cleaned and x-rayed them. One by one you reassembled the skeleton. You called and left a message on doctor Brennan’s phone telling her that the remains were ready for her. You then started to examine the bones, noting anything you found of significance.

When Dr. Brennan arrived, you reviewed your findings and sent you to see if Angela had been able to ID the victim off of the skull reconstruction. You went to her office and walked through the open door.

“Hey Ang, Dr. B was wondering if you were able to ID the body yet?” you asked walking towards her desk. The way that she looked at you, you knew that something was wrong. “Angela, what happened?” you asked bracing yourself. She started crying and you pulled her into a hug. 

“Angela, talk to me, what’s wrong?” you asked becoming more concerned. It was just then that you caught a glimpse of her board. There was a picture of your brother. 

“I’m so sorry” she said hugging you tighter.

But this wasn’t possible, right? Your brother was supposed to be in California. You had just talked to him last week. This couldn’t be happening. He couldn’t be --. It was all too much. You exited Angela’s office where you were confronted by Cam. She knew. She grabbed your arm before you could walk by. She told you how sorry she was. How we would catch however did this. She explained that she had the FBI send an agent to escort you home, that you should take the time you needed off, and finally that she would be here for you if you needed anything.

You gathered your belongings and got into the car. There was an agent who’d you seen before but never really talked to driving. He didn’t say a word. In all honestly you were glad, you were a complete wreck. You didn’t think this day could get any worse.

Until it did.

When you arrived to your apartment, you thanked the agent for giving you a ride. You were surprised to see it was already eight pm You got inside and set your stuff down on the table. You sat on the couch, no longer able to hold any of it in. Your brother was all that you had left. Both of your parents had died when you were 12 in a car accident. Your brother was 18 and became your legal guardian. He basically raised you through high school and college. He bought you your first drink on your 21st birthday. The two of you had been through everything together. He was supposed to be happy and alive in California. What was he doing in Washington? Who would do this to him?

You had decided that you had enough for one evening. You went upstairs to your bedroom. When you opened the door you screamed. There were a ton of pictures of you pinned to your wall. There were pictures of you at work, pictures at restaurants and stores. There were pictures of you working out and even pictures of you sleeping in your bedroom. You took a step back and hit into the door. You noticed something sticky against your hands. You turned to look at it and shrieked again. In thick blood red letters, it said ‘YOU’RE NEXT’. Before you could think there was a banging on the downstairs door.

You locked your bedroom door and ran to your closet. Your trembling fingers went for your phone. You dialed Booth’s number. Suddenly the banging stopped. You listened as the dial tone went off again and again.

“Hey Y/N I’m so sorry to hear about your brother if there is-”

“Booth” you whispered

“Y/N?” he asked.

“I think he’s here” you whimpered.

“Who’s there Y/n? What’s going on?” he asked confused.

“I’m next.” you said started to lose it, “He’s in my house. They guy who killed my brother, he’s in my house.”

“Y/n calm down, I’m on my way, Sweets just called for backup, everything will be okay, just hold on” he replied, and you could hear the urgency in his voice. You had never been so scared in your life. You heart was racing, it was getting harder and harder to breath. Suddenly, you heard you name being called through the phone.

It was Sweets. “Y/n-” he started, “Y/n, you have to listen to me”. He continued to talk but it was hard to focus. “Y/n we are almost there, just focus on my voice, everything will be okay, you need to calm-”. The phone went dead. Not even a minute later the power went out.

You were sitting in your closet knees pulled tightly to your chest. You couldn’t believe this was happening. Why you? You weren’t ready to die, there are so many things you haven’t done yet. Tears were running down your face. You thought that you heard footsteps. You sat like that for what felt like hours. The next thing that you remembered was hearing your door being kicked down. You just sat in your closet ready to face the inevitable. You could hear all of the different doors of your apartment being opened and closed. Then the door to you bedroom was opened. ‘This is it’ you thought

You were filled with relief when you heard Booth say “Oh my God”. It was a moment later when Sweets called out to you, “Y/n? Are you here?” desperation in his voice. 

“In here” you whimpered before attempting to get up. The door to your closet was opened immediately. Sweets helped you up and hugged you tightly. He was so scared he had lost you. Booth was on his phone calling for crime scene analyzers.

Everything from there happened so quickly. People were in and out of your house. Booth had decided to take you back to the bureau where he would know that you were safe. Sweets had stayed to see if he could get a read on the unsub. He wanted to find the motive, this was personal.

Booth watched you as he drove. You were staring out the window. You hadn’t said a word since you left. He didn’t blame you, you had one hell of a day. When you arrived, he set you up in Sweet’s office, and left telling you to call if you needed anything. You sat and stared blankly. Your mind was reeling.

Meanwhile back at the Crime Scene:

It was after midnight when Hodgins and Angela had arrived. They were escorted to your room. They were immediately startled. Sweets was laying on your bed staring at the ceiling. “Sweets, where’s y/n?” Angela asked worriedly noticing the door. 

“Don’t worry she’s fine, she is with Booth, it’s not her blood,” he answered without looking away. 

“What kind of sick son of a bitch, would do something like this?” Hodgins asked in disbelief as he started to set up his equipment. 

“That’s the wrong question” Sweets replied. “It isn’t about what kind of person would do this, we see murderers and psychopaths everyday. The real question is why target Y/n and her brother?” he finished. Angela, who knew how much Sweets cared for you, suggested that he go home and sleep on it. 

“After all,” she reasoned, “We need you and that brain of yours rested up, we have a long case ahead of us.”

He reluctantly agreed. He had one of the agents swing him by his office so he could retrieve his belongings and car. He was surprised to see you curled up on the couch in his office. He watched as you lay there peacefully sleeping. Your eyes were still red and puffy. He went and searched around the bureau until he returned with a blanket. He wished that you didn’t have to go through this. You deserved so much better than this. He grabbed his things and went home deciding that he wanted to be here early so you would have someone there for you when you woke up.

[reader-who-writes]

Target part 2

Here we go again with part two of Target, my Lance Sweets x reader series featuring one of my favorite characters from the hit tv show Bones. For more of my writing, check out my Masterlist here.  Enjoy!

Back at the Lab (9:00am):

“I can’t imagine how hard this is for Y/n” Angela said to Brennan. 

“That isn’t our job right now” Brennan replied, “Right now, we have to be objective and work this case as we would any other. We need to eliminate emotion to eliminate the possibility for error. That’s how we catch this guy. And that is how we help Y/N” 

“You’re right, I just wish there was something we could do now” Angela said before leaving the platform.

Hodgins and Cam came running up almost simultaneously. “I found time of death,” Cam said, “according to the tissue samples, the victim had been dead just over two days when we found him. Meaning he was most likely murdered on Sunday.” she finished.

Hodgins then jumped in, “Based on evidence I found from the particulates, I believe that he was murdered in California and then transported to the high school.”

“Doctor Brennan, have you found anything that would constitute to cause of death?”

“There are multiple fractures that indicate abuse or torture, there is also a needle puncture here” she puts a bone under the magnifier. “But until the tox screen comes back, there is not enough evidence for me to speculate on cause of death” she answers as she continues to look at the bones. Hodgins and Cam left to let her work in peace. Angela was in her office going through your brother’s phone records and emails. So far there was nothing out of the ordinary.  

Meanwhile At the Bureau:

Booth was busy at work trying to look up your family history. Everything had been sealed. He was confused why he had to jump through so many hoops if your parents had only died in a car accident. Unless, it was more than a car accident? He wondered if you had lied to him. What if you were lied to, after all, you were only 12 when they died? Either way he continued to dig deeper.

You were awoken abruptly when you heard a door slam. You were disoriented at first, you had no clue where you were or how you got there. Then it slowly started to sink in, everything that you had been through yesterday. Just then Sweets re-entered the room. “I’m sorry if I woke you,” he said placing bags on the ground by his desk before handing you a cup of coffee. It was peppermint mocha, your favorite. “I brought you some clothes from your house, they are in that bag if you want them,” he said gesturing towards on of the bags he had just sat down. 

“Thanks,” you replied. You sat there for a moment in silence drinking your coffee before getting up, grabbing the bag, and exiting his office to go change.

When you got to the bathroom and saw yourself in the mirror, you started to cry. You hadn’t realized you still had dried blood on you. You furiously scrubbed at your arms to get it off. You were a mess. When you finally got it off you changed into the outfit that Sweets had brought you. You attempted to fix your hair, but wound up just putting into a messy bun. You splashed cold water on your face. You still couldn’t believe that any of this was actually happening. You stood there for a moment staring at your reflection. You barely recognized the person staring back.

Finally, you discarded the clothes in the trash and returned to Sweets’ office. He was on his computer. He looked up at you as you entered. You wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words. Just then he spoke up, “I can’t imagine what you are feeling right now, and coming from a psychologist that is saying something. If you need someone to talk to I am here. If you need someone to sit in silence and just be here for you, I’m here. Just let me know what you need.” You looked at him in awe. 

“Thanks Sweets it means a lot” you said before taking a seat on his couch.

Later at the Jeffersonian:

Booth had just walked in, Angela had just buzzed him into the podium. “Y/n’s parents weren’t killed in just any car accident. They were both CSI agents. They were undercover on a mission that went bad. They were killed on route to a identity protection agency safe house. I don’t have specifics on the case, but I was able to find out that the main suspect was Richard Pilaski. Richard Pilaski just so happened to be in California in Sunday. So I had the guys run the facial recognition software in areas where the pictures of Y/n where taken. And BINGO. Richard Pilaski. I have a APB out on him now,” he informed everyone. 

“I was wondering if you could try to track his records?” he asked Angela. She nodded and he followed her out.

Brennen had been struggling which cause of death. The timeline was starting to fill itself in. They were now reasonable certain that your brother was drugged and kidnapped on Saturday, hence the needle puncture. He was then tortured until when he was killed. Due to state of deterioration, he was likely transported in a vehicle with no ventilation. It was not until he was in Washington that he was chopped into pieces. He was then strategically placed outside the high school in plain view. She went over this timeline again and again. Then she would look at the bones again trying to find something that she missed. Then she realized her flaw, she was assuming that there would be evidence in the bones. But if he was still alive when he was placed in the car, he would have ran out of oxygen in the drive from California to Washington D.C. She went immediately to share her findings with Hodgins.

[reader-who-writes]

Target part 3

This is part 3/6 of this Lance Sweets x reader series. For more of my writing, check out my Masterlist here.  

Back at the Bureau (7:00 pm):

Booth had emailed Sweets everything that he had found. Sweets agreed with motive, however, he was struggling with predicting the unsub’s next move. He looked over to you. You had been listening to music all day. He had tried to get you to eat breakfast and lunch, but you politely refused. He had decided that you would be staying with him until this was over. That way he could see first hand that you were safe. 

He glanced back at his computer, he was getting frustrated with the constant dead ends. He knew it was his fault, he should have tried harder to be objective, but he couldn’t when it came to you. He thought to how his stomach dropped when he heard your call with Booth yesterday. When the line went dead he thought that he had lost you forever. He didn’t want to imagine his life without you. 

Just then he decided that enough was enough. He slammed his laptop shut. This caused you to jump slightly and look in his direction pulling out your headphones. “What do you say we go back to my place, and I make us dinner?” he asked. 

You were going to say no, to be completely honest if it was anyone other than Sweets you probably would have. But you were tired of just sitting here in his office. “That sounds nice actually” you said. Sweets called Booth and told him the plan. Booth thought that it was a good idea for you to get away from everything. Then Sweets collected his things. He went over and helped you up. You walked out the back way to the parking lot. He helped you into the car and then got in and turned on the radio. He drove you to his apartment, it was the first time you had been there. 

He led you to the living room and told you to make yourself at home. Before long, you heard him in the kitchen. You let your curiosity get the best of you and went over to watch him. He was so talented he looked like a professional. You just watched him, amazed with how effortless he made it look. In the moment, you were content to just be here with him. He glanced over his shoulder and noticed his newfound audience. He grinned, “It should be done in a couple of minutes, what would you like to drink with it? I have a decent selection of wine, I could also brew tea, or make coffee, there is water, and ginger ale” he listed as he began to plate the food. You considered his offer and decided to play it safe with water. He placed the food on the counter and grabbed each of you waters. “Bon appetite” he said. You took a bite, before turning to him “this is phenomenal” you spoke. 

His face lit up “I’m glad you like it.” he replied grinning.

After dinner, the two of you found yourself sitting on the couch. “Can I ask you a question?” you ask. 

“Sure, of course” he answered. 

“What would you do if you were me?” you ask. 

“What do you mean?” he replies. You think for a minute before saying, “You are a psychologist, you study human behavior. How people react to different situations. So realistically, what should someone who has been through what I have in the last 48 hours be feeling? And where should I go from here? If you were me right now, what would be your next move?” you clarify. 

“Well Y/n, that is hard, people react to things differently. If I were you, I would be focused on survival. I would be on hyper alert until the unsub is caught. And then I would grieve my brother. I would slowly try to adjust back into my old life. Personally, I would find a new apartment because this one will never be able to be seen as truly safe again. And then I would find someone to talk to, someone who will make sure I’m okay down the road. But realize that I am not you, the way my brain works is not the same as yours. Events may bother you less or more than they would me” he explained. 

“Can it be you?” you mumbled more to yourself than him. 

“What was that?” he asked genuinely. 

“The person. The one that will be there for me at 3 am when everything starts to get to me. The one who checks in just to make sure that I am okay. Can it be you? Can you be my person?” you asked avoiding eye contact. 

“Of course, I will always be here for you.” he said. You could tell that he was about to say something else but his phone starting ringing. He looked at it before answering it and excusing himself.

“That was Agent Booth, he wanted to check that the two of us made it here okay. Also just wanted to let me know that they have all the evidence they need, all that is left is to catch this guy,” Sweets informed you after he hung up. The two of you sat and talked for a while, but it was getting late. 

You had decided that you would sleep on the couch, even though Sweets protested. He went upstairs and grabbed a couple of blankets and pillows, as well as a pair of his sweats and a t-shirt. He showed you to the bathroom and allowed you to change. He said goodnight, and told you to come get him if you needed literally anything. You laid down on the couch, It was not long before you fell asleep.

Sweets was startled awake by your screams. He grabbed his gun and rushed to the living room. When he saw that you were not in harm, he sat his gun on the table. He went over to you and shook you gently. “Y/n,” he said softly. “Y/n wake up, it’s just a dream,” he said louder. You shot up, and then started crying. Sweets pulled you close. “Shhhh, it’s okay Y/n, everything’s okay I’ve got you, It was just a bad dream. I’m right here, you’re safe.” He soothed softly. After a few minutes you had calmed down. “Come on,” he said. 

You look at him confused, “Where are we going? It is two a.m.” you asked. 

“You can sleep with me tonight, you don’t need to be alone,” he said before leading you towards his room. You shifted in the bed until you were comfortable.

“Thank you,” you said. You were going to continue when you noticed that he was already sleeping. You stared at the ceiling trying unsuccessfully to clear your head, eventually sleep took over once again.