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SWEETS’ FINAL THOUGHTS, FROM THE PRINCE IN THE PLASTIC

“The doctors in the E.R. wanted to give me four stitches, but I toughed it out with only two like a true Jedi master.”

—Dr. Lance Sweets, Journal

Thursday - 12:15 PM

I just got back from meeting with Emerson Reilly, one of the FBI’s strongest range masters at the shooting range. I went to ask him about the possibility of getting my gun certification. Agent Reilly didn’t know if I had the “factor,”  as he put it.

I had a slight glimmer of hope this morning that Agent Booth would support my quest for gun certification, but he quickly shot it down. He doubts my abilities outside of “shrinky stuff.” It was me who helped Agent Booth when Parker was getting teased in school, and it was me who always urged him to explore his feelings for Dr. Brennan. I know I am capable of handling a gun, and I know I have the “x factor.”

Thursday -  3:45 PM

All this talk about toys in the case makes me nostalgic about my miniature race cars. I used to spend hours constructing different tracks for my cars when I was younger. The courses would loop around, go upside down, they did it all. I had five favorite cars that would be my top racers. I would grab my stopwatch and time all five of them to see who could finish the course fastest. Man, those were the days; I should break out those bad boys and show Daisy. She’d appreciate the vintage cars.

Thursday - 7:35 PM

I was really looking forward to a relaxing, stress-free night in my apartment. I opened the door to find Daisy had prepared a “good luck on your test” dinner for us. It was such a nice gesture, but I had told her at work that I was looking forward to just getting a good night’s sleep. She ignored my request since she was so excited from spending part of the day with Agent Booth, and wanted to tell me every single detail. She can now see why Agent Booth doubts my abilities outside psychology, because he had doubts of Daisy’s ability in the field. Daisy went on and on about how she became a huge asset to the case.

Thursday - 10:45 PM

After dinner I dug out my race cars. I had forgotten how awesome those rides were. My favorite blue racer with the yellow stripe was so worn and old but I didn’t care. Daisy made a joke about how my gun will be my new toy, which really got me thinking. Is my gun going to be a substitute for my cars? Am I just continually trying to fulfill my childhood needs? Maybe Agent Montgomery and Agent Booth were right, that I’m not the right person to be carrying a weapon.

Friday - 6:30 AM

After some internal debating throughout the night, I realized this gun will seal the deal in what I already knew: I am a confident, intelligent psychologist who is an asset to the FBI. I’m so pumped about my test, I’m ready to rock!

Friday - 3:15 PM

Well, after three hours in the Emergency Room, two stitches to my arm, and one minute of gun certification testing…it’s all over. I’m glad Agent Booth got to see me in action, and proud that he believes that I can have his back. Clearly, I do have the “x-factor.” And I’ll have a bad-ass scar to remind me of how awesome I did on my test. Not too shabby if I say so myself. The doctors in the E.R. wanted to give me four stitches, but I toughed it out with only two like a true Jedi master.

Saturday - 1:15 AM

Daisy insisted on going to the Founding Fathers to celebrate my victory, and I wasn’t one to argue. My day was pretty epic.  My favorite bartender, Mark, was working too. Mark asked me about my arm sling which I’ll be rocking for the next four days. Mark is fascinated with all things FBI and so of course he is very intrigued to see me. In my honor he even made me a specialty drink with rum, ginger ale, and something fruity — he named it The Sweet Sling. I downed a few of those while Mark bragged the rest of the night to the other patrons about my close encounter with death. All in a day’s work at the FBI.

This is terrific. I have one question for the wardrobe department … Sweets has to wear that sling for 4 days? Then what is that bad boy doing NOT wearing it in his scene with Daisy? Maybe because he was typing on his computer? Hmmm …