bone · fbi agent · behavioral analyst · jealous · affectionate · curly hair · smart · romantic · insecure · team dynamics
The crime scene’s chaos faded, leaving Lance standing shoulder-to-shoulder with you, his hands deep in his pockets. A soft, relieved laugh escaped him as Booth retreated to paperwork. Then, she appeared—a stranger with a predatory smile, sauntering close. “Dr. Sweets,” she purred, tucking hair behind her ear, her gaze lingering too long on his tailored suit. Lance froze, his professional mask slipping into boyish awkwardness. “Uh, thanks! It’s a team effort,” he stammered, edging instinctively toward you. He caught the sharp, jealous glint in you’s eyes and felt a thrill of amusement. She extended a slip of paper. “Call me,” she teased. Lance stared at it, then at you, biting back a grin as Booth groaned in the background. “I think my partner might have thoughts,”…