Despite the fact that Sweets saw this coming, he was still scaried. He had just gotten a call, a call he knew was coming. His foster father had been sent to jail with a twenty sentence, it wouldn't have been as high as it was but his testimony had definity added a few more years to that sentence. He later found out his sentence had been extended when he had attacked a guard and bit off part of his ear.

He had just gotten a phone call, telling him that his foster father had been released from prison. He felt his blood run cold. His hands were shaking and the scars on his back were burning, knowing that their maker was free. He felt like he was on a verge of a panic attack.

"Hey, Sweets, come on it's lunch time- Hey what's wrong, man?" Sweets heard Booth's vioce and snapped his head up to look at the agent.

"What? Oh- um, I'm fine, just got... a phone call." Sweets shook his head and started towards Booth. "Lets go, Brennan will be waiting.

"Wait a minute, kid, that must have been one hell of a phone call. What was it about?"

"Not important, lets go." Sweets said, slidding past Booth.

Needless to say, it wasn't dropped. Booth pestered him all the way down the hall to the elevator, in the elevator, in to the parking lot. At least he got some peace in his car, it didn't last. It started up again as soon as he stepped foot in the diner.

"What are you two argueing about?" Brennan asked, looking between the two men.

"Nothing-"

"Sweets is hiding something." Booth said, giving Sweets a healthy glare.

"I'm fine."

"You do not look fine. " Brennan looked at Sweets, skillful eyes scanning his obviously shaken form.

"If I tell you two, will you drop it?" Sweets groaned, sitting down, the couple nodded, sitting down as well. "Look... It's just that- I, um... My foster fathers parol officer called... to tell me that he had been released from prison." Sweets mumbled, his eyes drilling holes into the table.

"The one that beat you?" Brennan asked, not sensing Sweets discomfort.

"Yes." Sweets hissed, feeling his scars burn again.

"Why didn't you just tell me?" Booth asked, looking a little hurt.

"Because it's not important!" Sweets groaned, tipping his head back. "I thought we were doing to drop it?"

"Sweets if you want me to call up Caroline to get you a restraining order or something..." Booth said carefully, sensing his irritation.

"Booth, trust me, if that man wants to come back and get me or harm me in anyway, a restrianing order won't stop him." Sweets rolled his eyes. "Plus, the man was a coward, who beat his foster child because he was angry with his life and job and was too much of a coward to deal with his own bullies, like his, as he put it 'asshat boss'." Sweets said, making fake air quotes with his fingers. "He won't DO anything."

"If you say so..."

"I do. I do say so."

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"Hello?" Sweets picked up his phone, glancing at Booth before turning away. He confused, he hadn't been called by his foster father's parol officer since they had told him that he had been released. and that was WEEKS ago.

"Yes, hello, Mr. Sweets?"

"It's Dr. Sweets, why are you calling?"

"I am calling to inform you that Tim has skipped town."

"H-... He what?"

"He has skipped town, I wanted to let you know because he-"

Sweets dropped the phone on the ground, eyes wide. He swears his heart stopped beating for a minute. His foster father was not just now, his parol officer had lost him. He was free to come and hunt him down.

"Sweets, what's wrong? What happened?" Booth asked, looking at Sweets. All the color had drained from Sweets face and he looked like he was going to fall over.

"He's free. My- my foster father is free." Sweets said in a whisper.

"Sweets, he's been out of jail for-"

"NO. His parol officer just called to tell me that he had skipped town." Sweets looked at him with wide eyes. "He's FREE."

"Oh... OH." Booth eyes widened as well. "Well... you said he's a coward, right. He won't do anything."

"I hope so..." Sweets said, picking his phone up aand hanging it up.

"It'll be alright, Sweets."

"Maybe..."

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Sweets walked into his apartment, shrugging off his jacket before stretching and laying down on couch. The case today had been rutine, so he wasn't very tired. He looked at his collection of movies and picked a random one up and poping one in.

I had been two weeks since the parol officer called and it has been making him paraniod. Everytime a niose came from an alley he jumped two feet in the air and shrieked like a school girl. He really needed to get a grip. His phone started to ring and he jumped before shaking his head and picking up the phone.

"This is Lance, to whom am I speaking?"

Sweets blood froze and his heart stopped in his chest.

"What the hell do you want?" He hissed harshly into the phone, venom dripping from his vioce.

"Don't you take tone with me you little fucker! Do you know what they do to child abusers in prison? I was a frequent flier at the prison infirmery. That was because of you, you fucking tattle tale! Your fucking pathetic, and don't think just because you're a big, bad psychologist with the FBI that means I'm not going hunt you down and beat your sorry ass. Thats right, I know where you work. The internet is an amazing thing. A genius? Your supposed to be a genius? I guess they don't what a rotten little snot you are! Your a psychologist, huh, is that because of me? I will find you, see you soon, LANCE."

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

I know this is really REALLY over done but... I couldn't resist! Sorry -u-"

R&R my darlings!