Author's Note: This story is part 2. The first part is called Athena and Tarzan. All of the stories I've published to this point are part of a series that is best read in the following order:

The Memory in the Amnesia

Booths R Us

The Death in the Vow

Birthday Suits in a Suite

Athena and Tarzan—Part one of a two part story. And now:

SWEETS PLEASE HELP

CHAPTER ONE

Susan H.

Previously on Bones

"I don't need time, Booth. I need a divorce."

"You don't have any grounds for a divorce."

"Okay, let's be rational. We are both tired because we haven't slept much. We just need some rest then we can talk about this logically."

"No. I hate to say this. We need Sweets."

And Now:

Sweets noted his two most reluctant clients sat with their knees pointing away from each other. His shoulders let down their guard since he no longer feared a united attack. Booth crossed his arms and stared at the floor. Brennan rested her chin in her hand and examined the ceiling.

After several minutes of silence, Sweets broke it.

"Welcome back. Would you like to talk about your week?"

"We didn't catch the bad guy," Booth said.

"But we have bones now, so it's only a matter of time." Brennan countered.

"Yes, because no one ever caught a bad guy before forensic science."

"I'm sure they did, and many books were reproduced before Gutenberg, but I'm confident your monks don't want to go back to the old ways."

"So, aside from printing presses and forensics, have you had any other disagreements?"

"Let's say we have mutual friends," Booth started.

"Agent Booth, it's not healthy to deflect. If this is about you, then just say it."

"I said we have mutual friends who entered a marriage. The marriage however was not something either planned, but they did it to make others happy."

"Like an arranged marriage?"

"Exactly," Booth said, "Exactly like an arranged marriage."

"So, the couple agreed to marry, to placate those arranging the marriage, but they also had an agreement to annul it. They could claim they gave it a shot, and it didn't work out," Brennan added.

"My friend thinks the marriage is working."

"Well my friend thinks her husband backed out of an agreement."

"Okay. So, tell me more about this marriage. Was it consummated?"

"Yes," Booth said.

"Although, just claiming a marriage is consummated is giving credence to a value system with which I strongly disagree. I mean, what about a paraplegic, who is unable to perform sexually? By claiming a marriage is consummated, or completed by sexual intercourse is to suggest that the paraplegic's marriage can never be complete."

"Okay Dr. Brennan, I will refrain from using that offensive term."

"Thank you."

"So, there was sexual activity. Did your friends mention how that worked out?"

"Beyond excellent," Booth said.

"It had its 'moments'."

"Oh, moments, is that what we're calling it now?"

"We are doing nothing. I am calling it moments."

"Well, my friend doesn't believe in divorce."

"Well, my friend doesn't believe in marriage!"

"Okay, I'm going to prevent a bloodbath and stop here. Take a break from each other this weekend, but I want you back in my office Monday morning."

They both jumped up and headed for the door.

"Agent Booth, Dr. Brennan, Monday morning is mandatory."

They shoved shoulders as they passed through the doorway

***

When Brennan returned to the lab, Angie followed her into her office.

"Sweetie, you have been avoiding me today, and it really bothers me because I know something is wrong."

"I'm fine Angela. It's been a long week, that's all."

"Okay, I have the perfect cure for that. Two passes to a weekend of full body massages, mud baths, facials, pedicures, manicures, gourmet food, and any other completely self-indulgent luxury you can imagine."

"Angie, I just want to spend a quiet weekend at home."

"See, I know that's not what will happen. You will spend the weekend here, working. Brennan, if you force me to kidnap you that will make me a felon. Again. You don't want to be responsible for that do you?"

"Angela…"

"No is not an option here. I will be at your place at 7:00, and you will be packed, and we will be on our way."

Angela left the office. Brennan wondered when she had lost control of her life. She read the reports prepared for her by her team on the Zeus case. She read the travel information Mark's sister had supplied.

She entered the forensic platform and examined the second skull she had sent to the lab. DNA reports showed the first skull belonged to 22-year-old Anne Sutton, who disappeared while visiting her sister in Stone Mountain, Georgia 20 years ago.

Hodgins' preliminary report on particulates scraped from the second skull showed evidence that the skull was originally buried near Anne Sutton. The Washington state soil made the identification a bit more complicated.

She listened to her team speculate that the second skull belonged to 20-year-old Margaret Fisher, who had just moved to Stone Mountain with a friend, when she disappeared, also 20 years ago. Brennan, however, reminded them not to draw a conclusion until all the evidence was processed. To that end, she was setting tissue markers on the skull, until Angie interrupted her.

"Brennan, if you are going to be ready at 7:00, you need to leave now."

"Angie, I lost track of time. Listen, I really want to finish these tissue markers before I leave."

"Why? I won't be here to make a sketch. It can wait until Monday."

Brennan exited the platform and headed to her office.

"Now you're listening to reason."

"No, I'm not. I'm just too tired to argue."

"That works for me."

***

Brennan and Angela arrived at the lobby of the spa. A painting as large as the wall overwhelmed and captured Brennan. The painted woman danced and defied all physical laws of gravity and movement. Free and light, swirls of energy and nature levitated her dance. Emotion poured from the image into Brennan's heart.

"Do you like it?" Angie asked.

"I, I love it. The woman, she's liberated, she can breathe."

"Thank you. This weekend was part of the payment."

"You painted this Angela? How can you access such a spirit?"

"It's life's goal isn't it Sweetie, to reach that place?"

The painting continued to absorb Brennan, so Angela went to the desk to check them in.

"We're set Sweetie."

"What do you call it?"

"The official name is Waltzing with Nature and Light, but my private name and motivation is Height of the Big "O"."

"The big "O"?"

"That's right Sweetie."

Brennan thought for a minute, and then said, "Oh Angie, you're incorrigible."

"Yes I am. Let's go check out the room."