"Checkmate." Tim said with a smile. He watched Sweets whose eyes haven't left the chessboard yet as he observed the result of the game. Tim enjoyed a moment of glory, because he was the only one who beat Sweets in chess that night. Then he got up and extended his hand to shake Sweets hand.

„Tim Levitt, I arrest you for the murder of Albert Magnuson. " Sweets got up and handcuffed Tim right above the chessboard.

"Sweets! Did you just arrest him because he beat you in chess? That's too much, you can't do that!" Booth's voice was filled with anger and bit of surprise. "Hey," Sweets tried to calm him, "I can prove he did it. First, he couldn't sacrifice his queen, which means…"

"Do you know how crazy you sound? This is not a game of chess!" Booth interrupted.
"It actually is." Sweets said. "You need to understand, Agent Booth, there was the pattern…"

"Stop right there, Sweets, so I don't have to shoot you." Booth was really angry.

"Let me interrogate him, I can get the confession." Sweets tried again.

"Fine. I give you one chance. If anything goes south, I'm gonna pull you from the room."

Booth and Bones watched the whole scene. Unfortunately, Tim didn't lose his temper neither said anything that would be suspicious during interrogation. Finally, Sweets got up from the chair and with a mumble "You should get a lawyer" walked out. Tim was too smart for this to work. Booth caught up with Sweets outside.

"I know what will work on him. We need to bring his mother here and outplay him. If he thinks we are arresting her…"

"Sweets! What do you mean by we? There is no such a thing as we in this case. We are not doing anything. You shouldn't have arrested him in first place. Levitt is free to go." Booth just angrily dismissed Sweets. "No, wait!" Sweets ran after Booth.

But agent was too ahead and before Sweets had the chance to follow him to his office; Booth slammed the door and yelled at psychologist: "Go back to profiling and your shrinky stuff." Sweets stopped in front of the door and just stood there for a moment while processing all that agent Booth had told him since he brought Tim at the FBI.

Booth sat heavily on the chair in his office. He could see a still shadow of Sweets figure against the jalousie. His anger was quickly leaving him as he thought about guilt the psychologist must have felt. After some time, agent felt a bit guilty himself. He probably shouldn't have used such harsh words to the kid. When Booth finally got up and decided to speak to Sweets, the psychologist was already gone. Booth let it go and got back to work.

Booth was still in his office, when he got a very disturbing call. An agent who worked downstairs, called Booth that he saw Sweets, who was soaked in blood, in the building and asked if Booth knew something about it. Booth didn't even answer and jumped off the chair and ran to the elevator, which was already coming to his floor. When the door opened, Booth got almost knocked out by Sweets. Booth quickly inspected him with the eyes and froze with worry for a moment.

There was a strand of blood coming out of a wound on Sweets forehead and his nose was bleeding. His blue shirt was stained with blood and the suit dirty and crumpled. "Hey, Sweets. Damn, what happened to you? I got a call that you're coming here. Just sit here, okay?" Booth supported Sweets and helped him to get to the bench.

But Sweets didn't answer and started searching something in his pockets. "Sweets, talk to me." Booth tried again; however, the young psychologist ignored him and took his broken phone out of his pocket. Then he handed it to Booth. "Take this to Angela, she might fix it."

Booth took it but immediately put in down on the bench with no interest. He worriedly examined Sweets wounds on his head again, which looked terribly. "That can wait. Sweets, tell me what happened!" Agent grabbed Sweets shoulder and turned him so they faced each other. But Sweets never looked him in the eye and started talking about the phone again: "There is a record. An audio record. It's important, really."

"Sweets!" Booth slightly shook him, but apologised immediately as Sweets moaned in pain. "I got hit by a car." The psychologist said. Booth heard sarcasm in his voice, but didn't understand why Sweets used it. "Okay," Booth nodded finally and took his phone to call the ambulance. "No, agent Booth!" Sweets grabbed Booth's arm to stop him.

"I am fine, just please get that record, I am fine," Sweets repeated, this time his voice sounded desperate. Booth leaned back in attempt to hold on his phone as Sweets seemed he wanted to knock the phone from agent's hand. As Sweets leaned forward he lost his balance and fell off the bench. The sudden and unexpected move caused more dizziness and Booth knelt down just in time to catch Sweets unconscious body.