☞ lance sweets | bones

[likeababyduck]

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[needsprotecting]

[likeababyduck]

[So sometime in the future, Sweets gets this awesome job offer and as much as he loves the Jeffersonian, he goes off to pursue that job offer. (It's probably becoming the new shrink for a different, more covert branch of government law enforcement.)

(He totally works for Hettie.)

All the same, he occasionally finds reason to come back to DC every so often, and when he does he makes a point to stop in the Founding Fathers. Mostly because it's still the best bar in the city. And possibly because he may hope to run into an old friend or two.

You never know, after all.]

[needsprotecting]

[ What do you know, Seeley Booth happens to be heading to Founding Fathers, right now. If Sweets pries, he may hear about the fight Bones and him have had. It's nothing earth shattering. But, it's a part of their relationship. They disagree. So, Booth just needs to blow off a little steam. His life hasn't exactly been lousy with guy friends. He's not expecting anything, just taking a seat, maybe running into Cam or Hodgins. Angela, even, if he was saddled with baby duty.

He's not expecting to see an old friend who moved across the country. He sits next to Sweets. ] Another for him. [ And then he smiles into his own beer. ] California getting you down?

[likeababyduck]

[He glances towards the sound of the familiar voice, a bright smile crossing his face as he does.]

Back for a work assignment. Only for a few days.

[He raises the drink in his direction when he sees it.]

It's good to see you, Agent Booth.

[needsprotecting]

[ He raises his beer, tilting it before taking a drink. ]

Sweets. Always good to see you. [ Almost. Except when he gets shrinky. ] How goes the top secret assignment?

[likeababyduck]

It's good. The people there are really good.

[Among other things, but those he can't really talk about.]

[needsprotecting]

[ It's really only a formality. ]

They can't be better than an FBI agent and a few squints. [ As he jokes. ] Glad you're taking to the West Coast. Is it true everyone out there wears flip-flops?

[likeababyduck]

Not everyone, but a lot. There's an analyst I work with who wears shorts to work every day.

[needsprotecting]

Every day? Who likes showing their legs? [ Not in basketball or running shorts, anyway. ] When they're not running. [ Huh. ] Dress codes matter, Sweets. Dress codes equal class. And respect. [ He hopes you're sticking to your suit/tie/vest combos. ]

[likeababyduck]

[He is. Sometimes.]

There's no saying a dress code can't be casual, Agent Booth.

[needsprotecting]

But then it's not a dress code. What about a dress code says "casual."

[likeababyduck]

Not everyone needs a uniform, Agent Booth.

[Just because Booth is used to one, needs one - it's part of his identity more than anything else - doesn't mean that other agencies identify that way.]

[needsprotecting]

[ But uniforms do distinguish. It means formality. You can play by the rules. He's starting to think there aren't many rules in LA. Not where Sweets works.

But he backs off that argument, gesturing with his hand. Fine, fine. ]

What brings you back to town? You know Bones is going to insist you have dinner with us some time this week?

[likeababyduck]

Consulting on a case. I'm not going to be here long, but I'd like to spend some time with both of you if I can.

[needsprotecting]

If you can't make dinner she won't take no for an answer -- lunch? Tomorrow. The Royal Diner like old times.

[likeababyduck]

[ He nods in agreement. ]

Sounds perfect. I'll be there.

[needsprotecting]

Great. [ And he finishes his drink. ] Sorry to cut this short but I promised I'd be home to put Christine to bed. [ Also sex. He promised Bones, sex. ] But, lunch. Tomorrow. Maybe we can rope Angela and Hodgins in. [ Maybe Cam. Hell, they should all just have a long lunch hour. ]

[likeababyduck]

[He waves a hand at the apology. The man has a family now, he can't fault him that.]

I'll be there. It was good seeing you, Agent Booth.

[needsprotecting]

You too, Sweets.