Match Maker II Lance Sweets X Reader
A/N : I think we need some more Lance Sweets fics around here, so this is my official attempt :))
Dr. Sweets could be anything he wanted. He could get you to do anything. Which is why you were a squint and not an Agent. Say the right thing to you and you do whatever was needed. Lance knew it.
"Y/n! Glad I caught you!" Sweets stopped you before entering Booth's office.
"Hey Lance. What can I do for you?" You had a long-time crush on the shrink, you assumed he knew. Being a psychologist and all.
"I have the files from the Alabama case analyzed. Mind delivering them to Brennan when you head back?" He flashed his pearly whites at you.
"Of course! Anything for you." You lightly flirted. Normally you'd clam up around Sweets and make a complete fool of yourself, but today you must have had a newfound confidence.
"A darling you are." He disappeared down the hall to his office. Your heart fluttered; he called you darling.
"You are so easy Y/n." Booth chuckled, peaking his head out of his office. You frowned and looked at the agent.
"How so?" Booth motioned for you to enter his office, closing the glass door once you did. You took in his office, looking at the hockey photo behind his desk and the photos of Parker.
"You fold at the sight of him. Your demeanor changes when he enters the room. It's amazing how you got through that short conversation with him." You face flushed then blushed instantly.
"I won't say anything if you don't want me to. But Sweets is totally oblivious to you." He opened emails on his computer. You shook your head.
"Sweets wouldn't. It's just a harmless crush. I'll get over it by the time the snow thaws." You shrugged and went to the door.
"I might not be a psychologist, but I can pick up on body language, Sweets doesn't reciprocate." You held onto the file Sweets gave you earlier and headed to the Jeffersonian.
You swiped your key card to enter the forensics platform to hand Brennan the folder.
"The smells never get easier, do they?" You asked to no one in particular.
"Not really." Angela laughed and pulled up photos of magnified bone chips. You studied them for a few minutes before looking back at the skeleton of the table. You asked Angela to zoom into the shins. There was still a few bits of muscle and flesh covering the body.
"That looks like shin splints does it not?" You asked Cam.
"Yeah, it does. Good job Miss L/n."
"I know a lot of girls in my high school got shin splints during track. Coming off winter sports or an off season. They're cause from overworking or changing their exercise routine." You smiled proudly. Brennan nodded and looked at the exposed bones. "Very well." You ran back and forth between the bone room and Hodgins's lab trying to solve this murder.
"Ah Mrs. Sweets. What can I do for you this time." Hodgins smirked looking into his microscope.
"W-what?" You fumbled. "I uh brought you some soil samples found in the muscles." You shook it off. Maybe you just misheard him. He grabbed the empty Petri dish from you and ran it through his machines.
"It's gonna take a few minutes. So, you and Sweets huh?" He wiggled his eyebrows.
"I have no idea what you're talking about. There's nothing between us." You shifted uncomfortably. He nodded skeptically. His screen dinged with the results from the soils.
"I'll leave you to your work." You quickly got away from the scientist.
"Alright squinty! Come on, Parker wants to see you." Booth ran into the bone room clapping his hand. You racked your mind for why Parker would wanna see you of all people. You're just a squintern. You only had a few real conversations with Parker when you first started at the Jeffersonian. He was a sweet kid, but he could be something else, either way you followed Booth to the Royal Diner.
"Y/n!" Parker ran up and hugged you. You hugged the young boy back and ruffled his hair.
"Hey buddy!" Your smile quickly dropped when you saw Sweets sitting at the table.
"What's he doing here?" You looked at Seeley panicking. Seeley threw his hands up in defense.
"Parker invited him. Blame the kid not me." He slid into the seat next to Parker, forcing you to sit with Sweets. You may have mentioned to Parker that you had a slight crush on the shrink, but that was ages ago.
"Hey Y/n. Thank you again for running those papers for me." Sweets smiled. God you could have melted right there.
"Oh yeah, of course." You chuckled and blushed. Seeley smirked. Go figure you couldn't have the confidence you did earlier when speaking to Lance.
"So, Dr. Sweets." Parker started. "Why doesn't my dad have a girlfriend yet." He asked innocently. You and Booth choked on your food / drink. You were laughing, Booth was embarrassed.
"Parker!" Booth scolded.
"Uh well. I think maybe you dad is just waiting for the right person to come along." Sweets tried not to offend Booth. He took it lightly. Parker smiled at you before asking Sweets,
"Do you have a girlfriend?" Lance set his fork down and looked at the young boy.
"I don't." You could have sworn he glanced at you.
"Well, what about you Y/n? Do you have a boyfriend yet?"
You took a deep breath. "No Parker I don't. The last one wasn't cool." You grimaced at the thought. A shit eating grin spread across his face; Seeley looked down proudly at his son.
"So why don't you two get together then?" Sweets spit out his water and you turning a burning red.
"Well, uh I-" You started, completely flustered. You didn't imagine Parker trying to set you up or whatever.
"Uhm, I think it would be a conflict of-" Lance started, focusing on you.
"I can tell that Y/n likes you, and I think you like her too. I may be a kid, but I can definitely tell these things."
You and Sweets looked at each other for the first time during the outing. Your face still fiery red and his turning a light shade of pink. The corner of his mouth turned up ever so slightly. You broke contact and looked back at Parker.
"Yeah uh, respectfully, you're still just a kid Parker." You got up and hurried out of the Diner. Embarrassment flooded your whole body; you could not believe Parker. Sure, he was a kid, but he had no idea what he was doing.
"So, you just walked out?!" Angela shouted as you laid on her couch.
"What was I supposed to do Ange? Admit that I like Sweets? No way." You laughed. You could imagine him turning you down and having to avoid him the rest of your life.
"Sweetie, he smiled at you, that's gotta mean something." She played on the Angelatron.
You groaned and threw your hands over your face.
"You know what it means? It means that Parker made me look like a fool and now Sweets has probably already done his shrink stuff on me and has made a pros and cons list. Let's face it. I have no realistic chance with someone as smart as Lance."
"I beg to differ." You shot up as Sweets walked into Angela's room. He looked at her, asking her for a moment alone. She smiled at you and scurried out.
"Don't- run out on me. Please." You bit down on your lip and avoided eye contact yet again.
"What do you want?" You stood up and walked around the room. There was no way you were going to sit still.
"Can we talk?" His eyes followed your body around the room.
"Nothing to talk about." You deflected his questions. He analyzed your emotions and movements as you reacted to his questions.
"There's not need to be embarrassed or humiliated Y/n."
"Not be embarrassed? Really? Parker basically outed me about my feelings about you. And you totally did your shrink shit." Your body shook with nervous energy.
"I pray to my spirits and ghosts that you'd never have to find out. Because you know what's worse than you knowing? It's you rejecting me, and then I'd have to see you every day until one of us moves on or does something else. And I can't handle that." He grazed over to where you were standing and took your hands into his own, he tilted your head up to meet his eyes.
"Look at me." His voice was soft and sweet. You dragged your eyes to meet his. "I am not going to shrink you or make a list of pros and cons about you, you certainly don't have to pray to your supernatural spirits, and more importantly I'm not going to reject you." Your body relaxed as his arm held your body. Still tense in some parts, not completely believing in him yet.
"What are you saying?" You voice was just above a whisper. Eyes flickering between his gorgeous eyes. His lips curled into a smile, and he leaned down to your height.
"What I'm saying, Y/n, is that I like you. That I want to give us a chance." His lips connected with yours. You could have stayed like that for forever. His hand cupped your cheek and the other remained on your waist. Your hand laid on his neck and your opposite held onto his bicep. The only thing that pulled you away was a sudden roar of applause. Everyone from the Jeffersonian squints team, Booth, and Parker were cheering.
"It's about time." Clark exclaimed. You all looked at him with amusement. "I pay attention and keep my thoughts to myself." He shrugged and went back to the forensic platform. Sweets wrapped his arm around your waist and smiled down at you. You smiled back at Parker and mouthed 'thank you', he was pretty good at playing match maker.
