Ok, this is a sequel to my story "Matchmaker" and "Of Mice and Sweets".
You don't have to read either story to read this one. The only thing you have to know is that Angela and Hodgins played a joke on Sweets in revenge for Sweets betraying Booth's trust in my story "Clowns are not my Thing". In "Matchmaker" they all three interfered with Booth and Brennan's relationship and then later, in my story "Of Mice and Sweets" Angela and Hodgins got into trouble for playing practical jokes on each other. Oh and Brennan pulled a stunt on Sweets to try to get him to stop interfering in her personal business in "Of Mice and Sweets".
Timeline wise, this takes place after the episode, "Change In the Game" and all of their friends and co-workers know that Booth and Brennan are a couple. Brennan is five months pregnant.
Ok, I think we're all set. Here we go.
I don't own Bones.
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Booth and Brennan were eating breakfast when Brennan reminded Booth that she would need to drive into work.
"Don't forget I'm meeting Tim at 7:45 at the lawyer's office. The meeting isn't supposed to last more than thirty minutes." Brennan said. "I'll take my car so you won't have to wait for me."
Nodding his head, Booth said, "Sure. I hope it works out."
Smiling, Brennan said, "I hope it does too. It will be nice to see Tim again. I haven't seen him for at least two months. I know he tries to come to D.C. as often as he can; but, he always seems to come when I'm not available."
Leaning over and kissing Brennan, Booth said, "It doesn't matter. He knows you're busy. Besides, you're his favorite anthropologist after his brother. You talk to Tim on the phone whenever he needs to talk to you so that's as good as a visit."
Frowning, Brennan said, "I hope so. I really like Tim and I want to help him."
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Sweets was eating breakfast at the new restaurant that had just opened the previous week. The Cracked Egg specialized in breakfast and lunch and Sweets had wanted to try out their advertised specials. He had ordered a breakfast sandwich and coffee and was thoroughly enjoying it when he saw something that made him almost choke.
Dr. Brennan was standing across the street, holding the hand of some man that Sweets had never seen before. Sitting up straight, Sweets leaned towards the restaurant window and tried to get a better look. Dr. Brennan was holding the hand of the blond haired man and she talking to him. Shocked, Sweets sat in his chair and watched Dr. Brennan then lean over and kiss the man on the cheek and walk away. The man watched Dr. Brennan walk away and then he walked around the car parked in front of him, got in the car and drove away.
Feeling sick, Sweets sat and stared at the vacated parking place. "My God," Sweets thought, "what am I going to do? What can I do? I think I'm going to be sick."
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Sweets was sitting in his office. Sweating. He didn't feel good. The breakfast sandwich he had eaten earlier that morning was sitting in his stomach like a lead weight. Sweets was scared. He was scared for Booth and he was scared for Dr. Brennan. Mostly he was scared for himself.
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Sweets had stayed in his office all day. He had been afraid that he might run into Booth and Booth was the last person he wanted to see right now. Packing up some files that he had barely looked at, Sweets was getting ready to go home when Booth knocked on his door and walked in.
"Hey Sweets," Booth said, "I need to go to Richmond tomorrow morning and Bones can't go. Do you want to go with me?"
Staring at Booth, Sweets said, "Uh, sure. If you really need me to. Why can't Dr. Brennan go with you?"
Smiling, Booth said, "She said she needed to see some doctor about a friend of hers. She said she couldn't put it off . I'll see you tomorrow morning. Meet me in my office at 7:30 and we'll head out."
Nodding his head, Sweets said, "Ok."
Puzzled by Sweets attitude, Booth turned around and walked out of Sweets' office, closing the door behind him.
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The evening proved to be very uneasy for Sweets. He had stayed up late because he was too restless to sleep. When Sweets realized that it was getting late, the clock was striking midnight and he still wasn't sleepy. Hoping that he would fall asleep if he lay down, Sweets changed his clothes and went to bed. Finally at about 2 a.m. Sweets found blissful sleep.
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8:10 a.m. came and Sweets woke up when he heard a pounding noise. Looking up at his wall clock, Sweets realized that he had overslept. Rolling out of bed, Sweets made his way over to his dresser. Picking up his phone, he realized that he had muted his phone sometime during the night. Suddenly, he heard the pounding sound again. Walking into the living room, Sweets walked over to the apartment door and peaked through his peep hole. Seeing Booth glaring on the other side, Sweets knew his day was getting off to a very bad start.
Opening the door, Sweets said, "Agent Booth. I'm sorry. I overslept."
Frowning, Booth walked through the doorway into Sweets apartment. "Get dressed Sweets, we have to leave for Richmond."
Shaking his head, Sweets said, "I'm sorry, Agent Booth. I'm sick and I didn't get much sleep last night. I don't think I can go with you."
Concerned, Booth said, "Why didn't you call me? I would have got Agent Shaw to go with me. I assigned her to Agent Thomas this morning."
"I'm sorry, I didn't fall asleep until after two this morning. I've been asleep ever since," Sweets said. "If you want me to, I'll get dressed and go with you."
Shaking his head, Booth said, "Nah, don't worry about it. Just go back to bed and I'll see you tomorrow." Leaving the apartment, Booth turned back towards Sweets and said, "I'll call you this afternoon and check on you. If you're still feeling bad when I get back from Richmond, I'll come and get you and take you back to my apartment. You shouldn't be alone if you're sick."
Swallowing, Sweets said, "No, that's ok. I'll be fine. It's just a stomach bug. I'll probably be better by this evening. Don't worry about me."
Smiling, Booth said, "That's what friends do, Sweets."
Turning back towards the doorway Booth called over his shoulder, "Call Bones, if you start to feel worse." Once he was through the doorway, Booth closed the door behind him.
Sighing, Sweets walked over to his couch and sat down. Putting his head in his hands, Sweets felt a little lost. "I don't know what to do," Sweets thought. "I don't know what to do."
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