This takes place shortly after "The Hero in the Hold."

Mendenbar, Guest and Dyna63 requested that I make a story out of Booth's Therapy (Chapter 65 in Personal Effects). I thought about it and decided I'd give it a try. For those of you who are saying "oh no not another story", what can I say. I write my stories for you to read and if you want me to expand a story, I'll at least try. Let me know what you think of this story idea.

Chapter one is a repost of chapter 65 in "Personal Effects". New chapters will follow if you're interested.

I don't own Bones.

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"I don't know why they're making me talk to you. I'm fine."

Sighing Sweets asked "So you're not having trouble sleeping? You're eating normally? You're getting along with your co-workers?"

"Sure, I told you, I'm fine."

"Ok, it's 3 p. m. What have you eaten today?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Booth thought about it, " Coffee and uh a uh . . . A coke and a bag of chips. . . So what if I'm off my feed? So what?"

"How long did you sleep last night? How many hours of actual sleep did you get?"

Looking over Sweets shoulders, Booth answered, "I went to bed at 10 p.m. And got up at 6 a.m. So see 8 hours."

Smiling Sweets watched Booths face, " How many hours did you sleep and not just lay in bed?"

Folding his arms across his chest, Booth grimaced, " Four hours, maybe."

Watching Booth closely, " How was your meeting with Hacker this morning?"

Booth smiling, "Oh . . . So this is what this is about? Hackers feelings were hurt and now I have to talk to you? Really? What an asshole."

Rubbing his lower lip, "What happened when you met with Hacker?"

Clearing his throat, Booth pulled his lighter from his pocket and started flipping it open and closed. Clearing his throat again, "He wanted me to take a week off and I told him no way."

"That's it?"

Watching his lighter open and close, "I may have told him that I didn't like some candy ass bureaucrat telling me to take off when I have more work to do than time in the day to do it."

"Do you think it's wise to call your boss a candy ass?"

"What's he going to do? Fire me? If he wants to fire me for that then let him. I don't need this job."

"What would you do if you left the FBI?"

Closing his eyes and leaning his elbows on his knees, Booth muttered, " The Army is always sending me letters telling me they want me back. They'd even give me a promotion if I agreed to come back."

"Do you want to go back to the Army?"

Booth, shrugging his shoulders, "Maybe. There isn't anything to keep me here. Parker lives with his mother and I don't get to see him like I want. Pops is doing ok and Jared lives near him. I'm not seeing anyone and no one gives a damn whether I'm here or not."

"You know that isn't true, Agent Booth. You have friends and I know that Dr Brennan would hate for you to leave the FBI."

Looking at the floor, "Bones is a good friend; but, I think I need more than that. I'm lonely. . . I'm all alone and I don't have anyone. . . I've tried to find someone, I really have; but, I'm damaged goods. Rebecca didn't want me. Tessa didn't want me. She doesn't want me. I hate that I'm alone. . . . I could have died out there and besides Parker and Pops no one would have missed me."

"You said she doesn't want you, who is she?"

Straightening up, Booth huffed, "None of your damn business."

"Do you mean Dr Brennan?"

Booth slowly shook his head, "We're just partners."

"And your friend,"

Sighing, "Yeah my best friend really. . . She's the one person in this world I can count on. She did everything she could do to rescue me. She saved my life and I'm grateful for that. . . I am. . . I just . . ."

"You want Dr Brennan to think of you as something more?"

Biting his lower lip, "I don't know what I want. . . Ok? . . . I'm screwed up. I don't know what I want and even if I did I'd never get it. My life is always going to be like this. I'm going to be alone until the day I die. . . That's it. "

"Don't you think you're seeing too much of the dark side? Yes, you came close to dying; but, you didn't. You found a way to the top of the ship and Dr Brennan then was able to rescue you. Even apart you worked as a team. You did your part and she did hers. That shows that you aren't alone. Dr Brennan cares for you and so do Dr Hodgins, Dr Saroyan, Angela. They care deeply for you."

Hesitant, "I had help on the ship. I didn't do it alone."

"You were the only one rescued on the ship, Agent Booth. Are you telling me that someone died on that ship?"

Booth, looking over Sweets shoulder, "No . . . I was alone."

Worried, Sweets stared at Booth, "Then I don't know what you mean. How did you have help on the ship?"

Booth, not looking at Sweets, "I just had help that's all."

"Do you want to leave the FBI? Are you really thinking about just giving up your career like that?"

Booth, looking at his hands, "Maybe. . . I don 't know yet. . . It depends."

"On what?"

With a look of sadness on Booth's face, " It depends on how long I can wait. . . Or if I want to anymore."

"Wait on what?"

"On something intangible."

"I don 't understand Agent Booth."

Booth laughing, "Yeah me neither. I told you I'm a mess. I'm a real screw up."

"You are neither of those things Agent Booth. You are a man who nearly died yesterday. I think you need to take a few days away from work and relax. You need to absorb what happened to you... I'm here to talk to you if you need me . . . You really need to see that you do have a lot of people that really care about you and see that you are not alone in this world."

Shaking his head, Booth disagreed, "I'm alone Sweets. I've always been alone. It's who I am; but, you know what? That's ok. I guess I have to accept it and move on."

"You aren't alone. Look around you. . . You just aren't paying attention. Your son loves you. Your grandfather loves you. Dr Brennan loves you."

Laughing Booth stood up, "Damn sweets you're a pain in the ass. You know that? I'll apologize to Hacker. What the hell. Maybe I can wait some more. She might look at me some day."

"Who is she?"

Walking over to the door, Booth opened it, flipped his middle finger up from his right hand, waved it at Sweets and walked out of the doorway.

Sweets, sighing, "Thanks for the talk Sweets. I really appreciate it. . . You're welcome Agent Booth."

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I wrote this one while I was on vacation. I had a lot of time on my hands. So what do you think about it?