☞ lance sweets | bones

[likeababyduck]

	✔ Cʀᴏssᴏᴠᴇʀs/AU ✔ Aᴄᴛɪᴏɴsᴘᴀᴍ ✔ Pʀᴏsᴇ	✔ Pɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛs ✔ Oᴛʜᴇʀᴡᴏʀᴅʟʏ ✔ Sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀs	♥ F/M ⏰ Sᴛᴜᴄᴋ ɪɴ s6, ᴘᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛ

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[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.