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Sweets sat in his office, staring at the two people sitting across from him. It had been an interesting session, to say the least. To any one else they may have appeared to be getting along, but Sweets knew better. They were bickering more aggressively than normal when they walked in, and had been making snide comments about each other the entire time. Not to mention, Agent Booth hadn't touched Dr. Brennan for the entire forty minutes they'd been sitting there. Sweets didn't think he realized how often he normally touched her, making him even more concerned that something was wrong; something had obviously affected his subconscious need to invade her space, and that went deep.

He decided it was time to pry a little bit. After all, it's not like they ever volunteered any information. "Doctor Brennan?"

"Yes?" she frowned.

"Do you have a problem with Agent Booth that you would like to address?" He noticed that she looked at Booth quickly and then looked the other way, returning her gaze to Sweets.

"No, why do you ask? You can't possibly know that from just sitting across from us."

Booth let out a deep sigh, of which Brennan took notice. "What, Booth?"

Sweets turned to look at Booth as well, noticing that he looked especially uncomfortable. Granted, he never looked comfortable during their sessions, but he looked decidedly more… deflated.

"Bones got us lost today. In the car. On purpose," he added, with some anger still evident. Sweets was less disturbed by what he said than he was by the fact that he had decided to share at all. He and Brennan were normally a quiet pair, and usually unreasonable defensive of the other. Not today, apparently.

"I did not get us lost, Booth!" Brennan defended herself. "I told you the directions to the house very clearly."

"Yeah, you clearly told me the wrong directions," Booth retorted.

"Why would I do that? That would be a waste of time."

"Don't logic me, Bones. I know you wanted to make me mad." Their voices were getting increasingly louder, and Sweets felt like he was watching a tennis match.

"Again, why would I want to do that? You're not pleasant when you're angry."

"Yeah?" he challenged.

"Yeah, you're like this!" she snapped back.

"I wouldn't be like this if you hadn't sabotaged us!"

"Sabotaged? I have more valuable things to do with my time than have us drive around in enormous circles."

"I was not driving in circles, and I have valuable things to do, too!" Booth looked ready to storm out or punch something, so Sweets decided that maybe it was best to intervene.

"Guys?" he ventured. They just continued to glare at each other. "Guys?" he asked again, and waited for them to look at him. Satisfied, he continued. "I've noticed for the last several sessions that you are not functioning as you used to. I think that this tension has less to do with getting lost than it does with some deeper issues. Why don't you guys think about those issues until our next session this Thursday?"

"Can we go?" Booth gritted out.

"Absolutely. See you Thursday."

Booth and Brennan got up at the same time, but Booth didn't even wait for Brennan before he left. Brennan walked out after, decidedly calmer and less angry, but looking more upset. When she shut the door behind her, Sweets laid his notepad down on the desk next to him, letting out a deep sigh.

Oh, yeah. Something was definitely wrong with those two. And he was going to figure out what it was.