I have not written anything since I started this sequel way back in 2008. I don't know how I could go so long without writing, then all of a sudden get the bug again. I'm trying to finish a very long, angst ridden Bones novel, but since that won't be completed for a while, I decided to finish writing this sequel so I could have some sense of accomplishment. Plus, I've had a really rough year and it's been almost therapeutic for me. Takes place around season three/four, and was written before 'Gamer in the Grease' where the whole intro is Booth and Bones arguing about what is and is not a sport. This story is finished but I am posting it in Chapters because it's quite a bit longer than its predecessor. I'm not sure if I am entirely happy with it so if you have suggestions, constructive criticism or see any typos please let me know. I am by no means a professional writer, I do this for fun. Let the silliness begin.

YOU'RE KIDDING, RIGHT? PART II

CHAPTER 1

Sweets observed his two most interesting, all be it, most often, frustrating clients, enter his office. Booth opened the door, then made a forward sweeping arm motion that stated, 'after you' to Brennan. Brennan accepted with a smile and proceeded to her spot on the couch. As soon as Booth passed through the door's threshold he gingerly tossed his cell phone through the air, which Sweets easily intercepted.

Sweets smiled inwardly; proud of himself for catching Booth's phone so effortlessly. The Agent must be in good spirits this morning since he usually had to grapple with the man to give up his phone in the first place, then sought enjoyment in lobbing the object at his head. As usual Dr. Brennan made no indication she planned to relinquish her phone, he decided not to press the subject afraid it might spoil the cheerful mood.

Sweets waited until both his patients sat down and were comfortable before beginning, "So agent Booth, let's start with you."

Booth threw his hands into the air in mock annoyance, "Here we go again. I just can't win. Why me? I know it had nothing to do with my body language this time, I'm sitting perfectly still!"

"Maybe sitting still indicates something much worse than being all…jumpy," Brennan chimed in.

"I doubt that," he looked toward Sweets for confirmation.

"Maybe you're just more dysfunctional than I, therefore Sweets needs more time with you," she stated light-heartedly.

"Me? More dysfunctional than you?" He snorted. "I don't think so Miss 'my criminal parents abandoned me when I was fifteen to be raise by my nineteen year old brother who eventually abandoned me as well'." He caught his breath before playfully asking Sweets, "She paying you off or something?"

"Now your just being paranoid, Booth. Maybe we should discuss that?" she continued to egg him on, especially after his last comment about her family.

Booth opened his mouth ready to fire a comment back but Sweets cut him off.

"Agent Booth, Dr. Brennan, please, let's really try to focus and stay on task today." He turned toward Booth, "I wanted to start with you, Agent Booth, because I was curious if, since our last appointment, you had the opportunity to go to the gym with Parker?"

"Yes, he did," Brennan answered for him.

Looking hurt, Sweets turned toward Booth, a slight whine evident in his voice, "I thought you were going to call me?"

"I was?" He asked indifferently, pretending he didn't know what Sweets was talking about.

"Booth," Brennan smacked him on his arm with the back of her hand, "I didn't know Sweets was supposed to go with us?"

"He was?" He held her gaze prompting her to move on.

Her gaze turned into more of a glare, refusing to do as he asked.

Booth, now feeling guilty, tried to explain, "Look, Sweets, no offense, but you…," he pointed toward Sweets, "this…" he raised his pointed finger up to the ceiling making several quick revolutions, "is work and I try to keep my work life as far away from my son as possible."

"You let me participate Booth. Aren't I considered part of your work life?"

"You're different Bones," he poked her hand gently.

"I am?"

"Yes, you're family, you know that," he looked at her wide-eyed conveying to please let it go.

"Ah…, right…, family," she feigned in response, playing along.

Sweets broke in, "Look, Agent Booth, its okay, I understand completely."

"You do?" he asked in surprise.

"Oh, I totally understand," he couldn't keep the grin off his face.

Booth, studying Sweets, tilted his head to the side at a quizzical angle. Was that a hint of a double meaning? Oh, yeah, that statement was definitely laced with a hidden meaning. Holding his head still he quickly snuck a peek over toward Bones. God love her, he was glad she was as clueless as ever when it came to these types of things.

"Well, okay, then… good," he stuttered while he played with his ear.

"So what I would really like to know is… Did they have a trampoline? They did, didn't they? Did you jump on it? Was it fun? It was fun, wasn't it?" Sweets asked quickly, shaking his head enthusiastically up and down.

Booth dropped his hand from his ear and turned pointing toward Brennan, "You told him?" he asked with quiet surprise.

"I…," she looked at Booth with her mouth open before she added, "No," she shook her head back and forth.

Booth didn't believe her, "Ah, geez, Bones! Why'd you have to tell him?"

"Booth, I assure you, I did no such thing," she defended.

"What?" Sweets looked back and forth between the two arguing partners, "What'd I miss?"

"Nothing," Booth turned to Brennan with a raised eyebrow giving her his 'you better agree with me' look.

Receiving his message, "Nothing," she added as she brought her hand up to her mouth trying to stifle a laugh.

"Bones," he slapped his thigh, "I can't believe you!"

Still trying to hide her smile, "You might as well tell him, it's just a matter of time before he finds out."

"What? Why? How would he find out?" He looked toward Bones for the answer but her guilty expression told him everything he needed to know. "You told Angela, didn't you?"

Brennan scrunched up her nose, then shook her head yes.

"You promised me you wouldn't do that," he slapped his thigh again.

"I don't recall promising you that," she turned toward Sweets for support, "I never promised him that."

He let out a hefty sigh, "Alright, alright, since Angela can't ever keep anything to herself, I guess I'll tell you. At least coming from me you'll hear the real version, not the lavishly embellished story I'm sure Angela would be happy to tell."

Sweets, with pencil in hand and notebook in lap, anxiously waited for Booth to begin.

Booth, feeling that Sweets was a little too excited, shook his head from side to side, "I can't believe I'm telling you this. If you tell anyone outside this room I will shoot you."

He flashed back to the gym as he told the story.

To be continued…