A/N: This was a dream that I had a long time ago that's been popping into my mind for awhile now. It's really annoying when you're sitting in class and all you can think about are Sweets, Bones, Booth and a major House crossover. My teachers will be happy now that its on here for you to enjoy and not occupying my every waking second. XD

On The Plane

Somewhere in the air over the Eastern part of North America, Dr. Lance Sweets sat back in his uncomfortable chair and smiled. Across the isle, sitting side by side, next to the window were his two favorite patients, Dr. Temperance Brennan and Special Agent Seeley Booth. Their relationship had fascinated him from the very first time he had seen their faces. Two gorgeous people who were very different in every aspect, but fit together almost effortlessly. She, the brains, with a solid understanding of facts but with a selfasteem problem; who didn't even realize her own beauty. And he, the hardcore buffed ex-military man, who had a heart of gold and an instinct to read people's faces. He, who practically worshiped the ground she walked on. Their personalities should have made it completely impossible for them to work together but by some miracle they were the best of friends instead. Suddenly Sweets grinned, thinking about what Gordon Gordon had told him. How only one of them understood their feelings for the other while their partner was completely oblivious. Or just in extreme denial, he added. I could almost consider them lovers.

The partners in question were currently both sleeping, much to the delight of the young doctor. Dude. If either of them woke up right now who knows what would happen. Many of the passengers who had walked by the couple had slowed to a drolling pace to get a good glimpse of the man and woman. Other than the fact that they were both incredibly good looking everyone else would have just assumed that the two were a couple traveling together, especially from their position at the moment. Agent Booth's head was currently resting on Dr. Brennan's shoulder and his hair was in turn being used as a pillow, along with their arms linked at the elbows. He was breathing deeply which made his shoulders rock back and forth, while Sweets couldn't tell if she was even breathing. All of her slight movements were caused by Booth leaning on her.

I love long flights. Sweets chuckled to himself. What a predicameant the two were going to be in when they awoke... Which reminded him that this could be a one time occurrence so the twenty-something psychologist pulled out a notebook and started to make observations.

(--)

Twenty minutes later and half a page of comments on their unconscious behavior Sweets was interrupted by the intercom which had buzzed to life and filled the plane cabin with a crackled voice. "This is your captain speaking. We will be landing shortly so please fasten your seat belts."

Looking up again from his notebook Dr. Sweets saw that Brennan was awake. He didn't think that she had noticed he was watching her when she lightly shook the tired agent resting on her shoulder. It took a few moments but Booth eventually came around, yawing widely and rubbing his eyes. She smiled warmly at him.

"Hey Bones. We there yet?"

She rolled her eyes. "Yes, we are. Why else would I wake you up? You're tired right? Paperwork keep you up?"

"Yeah. Plus I had to pack, don't know how long we're going to be away so I had to be prepared." He returned her previously given smile, adding his own charm while he was at it.

This was one of the times when they were, in what seemed to be, their own little world. Where nothing and no one else mattered, and Sweets was taking full advantage of it. Scribbling away, he thought for a moment about the interaction that he had just been made a witness of. They had seemed so natural about waking up in eachother's arms and he made a mental note to ask them about it later. They seem as if this isn't the first time they've woken up in a position like that...

It was then that Booth looked pasted Brennan's smiling face and saw Sweets eyeing them. His smile disappeared in a spit second. "You better not be watching everything we do Sweets. We didn't bring you with us just to comment on every little thing we do."

Booth's sudden change in mood briefly startled him but he recovered quickly. "Of course Agent Booth. It's just that it's not everyday that I get to see the normal things you do. I could really call it a breath of fresh air to be able to see what you two do outside of my office and our sessions."

With no comeback in mind Booth just shook his head and sank deeper into the uncomfortable seat. He closed his eyes once more, wishing for the flight to be over and for Sweets to suddenly disappear from the plane.

(--)

After picking up their luggage from the rack the three companions made their way to the parking lot where a cab was waiting for them. None of them spoke during the short ride to the New Jersey FBI field office, each was looking in a different direction out the window watching the landscape turn from parking lots to a bustling city much like D.C.

Two days ago Sweets would have never imagined that he would be able to get his chance at field work, everything now felt like a dream.

Two days ago in Sweets's office

"Aw come on Dr. Brennan. You must have had at least one favorite toy when you were younger. What was it?" He had been trying for almost the whole session to get Brennan to open up about her past. He knew that she didn't like talking about it but he wanted to know more about her childhood.

Booth stepped in for a moment to try and redirect his attention away from the sensitive subject. "Come on Sweets. Lay off." But she answered any way.

"Sweets, as I have previously stated I didn't have any play things when I was younger. There was just no point in having them. Being in the foster system ment that I had to carry my things around in plastic garbage bags. There was no room for superficial or sentimental things. Only the basic necessities." Her cold demeanor had given her reply a sharpness to it that sent a shiver down his spine and as he looked at her once more he saw that her eyes were narrowed and her lips were firmly pressed into a thin line. It was then that he realized that that was all she was going to say about the subject. Maybe I could try again later.

Suddenly Booth's cell phone rang. "Booth," he listened silently for a moment then looking at Sweets with an odd expression he questioned his caller "really?ok. Yes, sir. We'll be on a plane in the morning. Where?" He had snapped his fingers at Dr. Brennan and pointed to Sweets's computer behind their seating area. Instantly she was on her feet logging into the FBI database trying to set up a teleconference. Lance was amazed that Booth hadn't even had to speak and she knew what to do. They worked in complete harmony, like a well oiled machine.

"New Jersey." Booth told her as she turned to him. She was facing the screen again and had pulled up a picture of someone Sweets didn't recognize and introduced herself then began asking detailed questions about the case that she had just found out about. He tried to listen to both the partner's conversations but focused more on Dr. Brennan when Booth suddenly stopped talking to listen to what his boss had to say. Brennan was describing how to preserve the crime scene until she had had a chance to examine the remains. She was also giving instructions on what they would need to get ready for her when she arrived. When the person complied Brennan signed off just as Booth was hanging up the phone.

Stuffing his phone into his pocket Booth looked down at Sweets, Brennan was by his side in seconds. He suddenly felt lonely, the two people he now considered friends were leaving. "You have to go now? How long will you be gone?"

The smile on Booth's face was odd. "Aw Sweets, are you going to miss us?"

This confused the younger man "Well yes... why wouldn't I?"

The smile grew larger. Booth looked like he wanted to double over laughing. "Why would you miss us when we're going to be in the seats right next to you on the plane?"

Two baffled faces gaped at him. "What?"

"Uhx. Sweets, learn to read between the lines. You're coming with us!"