"He-ey."
Lance looked up in surprise and a full-blown smile crossed his lips. "Hey. What are you doing here?"
Ginny closed the door behind her and met him half-way, pressing a kiss to his lips and smiling. "We have a lunch date, remember?" She said when she pulled away, raising a small beaded purse. "And I brought it."
A second later, Lance was laughing at her blatant use of magic, in pulling out a piping hot fish supper. "Thank you!" he smiled, squeezing her hand in his. "I could do with a break. Uh, where's Remus?"
"Ron's babysitting. So, what're you working on?" Ginny asked, dropping down onto the sofa, a plate in her hands and her feet up on the table.
"Feet off the table," he scolded, sitting down next to her. "I have to pay for that, you know."
"You sound like dad," Ginny giggled. She moved her feet so that they were tucked underneath her and pushed a huge forkful of fish into her mouth. "So, what is it this week?"
"Uh..." Lance thought for a second, his eyes trained on her lips. "Well we just finished a case of a man who was burned, shot and stabbed. And his bones were melted."
"Ooh," Ginny grimed, straightening up. "Sounds interesting. Can you tell me anymore?"
Lance drew his eyes away from her long flaming red hair and focused on his meal. "So, the body was found in a burnt truck. And at first it was thought that he was shot, but then the Jeffersonian team found out that he was stabbed with a knife from World War Two."
Ginny's eyes sparkled with curiosity and she leaned in even further. "So who did it?"
"The victim's wife was having an affair," Lance said, trying desperately to focus on what he was saying - not the fact that he could see down her blue t-shirt. "And the person she was having an affair with, worked in a repair shop. His girlfriend before the affair would visit regularly and she stole the murder weapon from the shop. Then, when he broke up with her and she found out about the affair, she tried to sleep with the victim, but he refused. She got angry, stabbed him and left. The sunlight is what caused the truck to burn, due to a a chemical being transported at the time and in the process a bullet penetrated the victim's chest."
"I love having a shrink as a partner," Ginny laughed, placing her now empty plate on the table and shuffling closer. "I don't need to watch any of those detective shows. I can just ask you."
Lance laughed too and placed his own plate on the table.
Ginny flicked her wand and both plates were cleaned and returned to the beaded bag and the blinds were closed. Before he could blink, she was straddling him, lips joining and arms around his neck. His hands fell to her waist and, slowly, slid down to her thighs. Her mouth tasted like their dinner and the hairs stood up on the back of his neck as her fingers grazed along the skin. The kiss got a little more heated, but before it could go any further, there was a rapping on the door and it swung open.
Ginny rolled off of the sofa onto the floor, pulling Lance with her and pulled out both her wand and a silver knife with a wooden handle. The Gryffindor crest was carved into the base. She pointed them in the direction of the door where a small group of people were staring at the two of them in surprise.
"Ginny!" Lance scrambled to his feet and pulled the knife from her hand. "No! They're my friends. It's fine."
Ginny looked between him and the group who were watching with slight concern then tucked her weapons away and smiled. "Ok. Sorry."
"Uh, Sweets?" Booth was looking between the two, his hand on his gun as he eyed the possibly dangerous redhead.
"Right!" Sweets turned to face his friends. "Ginny, this is Booth, Cam, Brennen, Hodgins, Angela and Miss Wick. Guys, this is Ginny, my partner."
Ginny eyed the team, suspiciously. Booth, Brennen, Angela and Cam were all eyeing her carefully, trying to gage her character. Hodgins was grinning at Lance who was a little rumpled by the interruption. And Miss Wick - who Ginny recognised from Lance's stories - was stuck between glaring at her and staring lovingly at Lance. "I like them," she said, turning to Lance and sitting down on the sofa again. "Except for Miss Wick."
"What?" Miss Wick looked flabbergasted at this. "How would you know if you like us, just by looking? That is highly improbable."
"I'm dating a shrink," Ginny deadpanned. "You pick things up."
"What are you doing here?" Lance asked, interrupting the two woman's glaring match and looking between Booth, Brennen and Cam. "Do you need my input for something?"
"Uh," Cam looked between Ginny, Miss Wick and Lance once then focused on the psychologist's question. "No. We came to see if you want to go get lunch. We're all going down to the diner."
"But apparently you are otherwise occupied," said Hodgins, grinning and hissing when Angela elbowed him in the ribs.
Lance made a noise of irritated ascent and glanced back at Ginny who was watching amused. "Yeah, kinda."
"Ginny," said Brennen thoughtfully. "I do not believe that is a common name."
"It's short for Ginevra," Ginny said, smiling at her.
"Ginevra," Brennen said, her usual look of fascination and intrigue coming over her face. "Derived from the name Guinevere. Most commonly known for being the name of the legendary King Arthur of Camelot's wife."
Ginny chuckled. "I think that might have been what my parents were thinking when they named me. My brothers all have names similar to the Knight's of the Round Table: William, Charlie, Percy, George, Ronald..." she trailed off and looked down at her fingers. "Fred."
Lance grabbed her hand and squeezed it gently, recognising her grief.
"Is Fred your younger brother?" Brennen asked. "Leaving him until last indicates that-" she was cut off when Angela placed a hand on her shoulder and made a face. "Oh."
Ginny swallowed. "... Fred was George's twin. He died in a terrorist attack when I was sixteen."
"I'm sorry for your loss," said Angela, gently.
Ginny shook her head and managed a strained smile. "It's fine. It was a long time ago. You said you were going to invite Lance for lunch."
"Yes," said Hodgins. "But if you want to keep him to yourself, that's fine."
"Well, we've already eaten," Ginny said, looking at Lance. "But, I can get more food and you could join us, in here, if you'd like?"
Lance grimaced.
"If were not intruding?" Cam asked, looking between them.
Ginny shook her head. "Not at all. Just give me five minutes." She left them to their own devices and vanished through the door.
"So..." Hodgins grinned at Lance. "You never told us you had a girlfriend."
Lance grimaced. "That's cause it's my business," he snapped.
"What's with the knife?" Booth asked, feeling protective of his friend.
"She's got PTSD," Lance explained, sitting down again. "Her school was attacked by a cult when she was sixteen and like she said, her brother died there. A lot of people died actually."
"What happened to the cult?" asked Brennen, curiously.
"When the leader was killed, his followers gave up," Lance said, gesturing for them to sit down. "It was easy to arrest them then."
"How did you two meet?" asked Angela, curiously.
"We lived near each other when we were children," Lance explained. "Then when I moved to the US, we kept in contact."
"That's sweet," said Cam, tilting her head and smiling.
The door opened again. "Uh, Doctor Sweets?" said a secretary, appearing there. He was a young man, intimidated by the group in the room, probably a new recruit. He was carrying a baby carrier in his hands. "A man just came in, with the message 'Never again.'" He held out the baby carrier and trembled slightly.
Lance rubbed his eyes and took the baby carrier from the secretary who sprinted away. He placed the carrier on the table and lifted the baby out, cooing and holding him against his chest. "Hey, buddy. Did Uncle Ron leave you alone?"
"Who's this?" Angela cooed, standing and wiggling her fingers at the boy.
"Remus,," Lance said, bluntly.
Ginny came through the door again, holding a brown bag that smelt, distinctly of fish and chips. When she saw Lance holding Remus, she put it down and moved so that she could see the baby. "What is he doing here? Where's Ron?"
"He dropped him off at the front desk," Lance grumbled. "Your brother is an ass."
"I'm gonna kill him," Ginny muttered. She turned to the others. "Fish and Chips," she said, gesturing to the bag. "Help yourself."
"This is very kind of you," said Brennen, taking her own portion of food. Ginny cast a smile in their direction, but her attention was focused on Remus.
"It's fine."
Remus stared up at them, big brown eyes wide with curiosity. Black hair curled on his head and soft green blankets cradled his small body. His was quiet for a second, then his face screwed up and he began to cry.
"Oh, no, buddy," said Lance, rocking him gently. "What's wrong?"
"Maybe he's hungry," said Ginny quietly. She looked at the eating group. "Would you guys mind if...?" She gestured between Remus and her own breast.
"Not at all!" said Brennen. "Every mother has preferences as to how they feed their child."
Ginny smiled. "Great."
Lance carefully handed Remus over to her and she routinely began to feed him. By the time he was finished his suckling, everyone else had finished their own food.
"I'll take him," said Lance, holding his hands out. Ginny smiled and handed him over. "Hi, buddy."
Remus looked up at him. "D-d."
Lance felt hope swell up in him. "What's that Remus? What are you saying?"
"D - d- da!" Remus giggled and clapped his hands. "Da! Da! Dada!"
Lance let out an elated laugh and looked over at Ginny. "Yes, buddy. That's good!"
"Dada! Dada!" Ginny stood up and hit Lance's shoulder. "Not fair! I wanted his first word to be Mum!"
Lance laughed and stick his tongue out. "Well done, Remus. That's my boy."
"You two have a kid together," said Miss Wick, looking between them, judgementally.
Ginny nodded. "Mm-hm. Remus Arthur Sweets. Named after my favourite teacher and my father. He's eleven months now."
"That is rather early for a child to begin talking," Brennen observed.
Lance smiled. "Well, he has a lot of family that talk to him."
Remus' clapping hands were slowly ceasing as he drifted off to sleep.
Lance rocked him gently, smiling fondly at the boy.
Ginny glanced down at her watch. "You should probably get back to work," she said, slightly disappointed. "I should take him home anyway. I need to go curse Ron for leaving our son with a stranger after all."
Lance chuckled and reluctantly buckled Remus into the baby carrier. "I'll see you when I get home."
Ginny nodded, grabbed her beaded bag and lifted the baby carrier. "Love you," she whispered.
Lance pressed a sweet kiss to her cheek and ran a finger down Remus' nose. "Love you, too."
Ginny smiled and with one finally wave of her fingers, she was gone.
"We should probably get back to work, too," said Cam, standing up and glaring at the others, who looked very comfortable sitting, watching Lance's private business.
Brennen nodded and stood up, Booth following her lead. Angela had to pull Hodgins with her and they all left the psychiatrist's office. When Lance turned around, the only one there was Miss Wick.
"Lancelot," she said, in a sing-song voice, fluttering her eyelashes. "Do you really like that girl? She seems rather..." she trailed off, a sour expression on her face.
"I love her," Lance said, cooly. He didn't like Miss Wick much. She flirted with him a lot, despite him saying he wasn't interested.
"Really?" Miss Wick looked surprise, but her voice was still condescending. "But she's weird. Don't you see it?"
Lance felt rage bubble beneath his skin. "What do you want Miss Wick?"
"I was wondering if you wanted to go out for drinks tonight?" Miss Wick asked, twirling a piece of hair between her fingers.
"No." Lance turned his back in her and sat down at his desk, grabbing a file from his drawer. "I have plans tonight."
"Are you sure?" Miss Wick wheedled.
"I have a date with Ginny," Lance said, his hand going to his pocket where a small black velvet box lay. "If you'll excuse me."
Miss Wick watched him for a second, trying to make him feel guilty for turning her down, then, realising it wouldn't work, let out a harrumph, turned on her heel and flounced out, angrily.
Lance sighed and leaned back in his chair, reading his file. Sometimes he regretted getting a job with the FBI. Knowing of the magical world made him slightly paranoid and... to say the least, the drama was just not worth it.