The Pain in the Psychiatrist

By: InuGhost2.0

Disclaimer: I don't own BONES or anything that appears in this

A/N: Given my current mood I felt compelled to write this. It may not be very good, but oh well. I'd recommend paying attention to the rating and the genre because this isn't lighthearted like my other stories.

Rain pattered lightly against the office window forming small rivers that twisted and turned on its route down the window before being lost in an endless stream plummeting into the black abyss below. I had always enjoyed the rain even as a child. It always helped to make him feel at peace. Today however I felt nothing my heart as blank and empty as the night sky.

Turning back to my desk I laid eyes once again on the remains of my book. I couldn't recall how many sleepless nights I had spent writing it. Taking extra time and effort to ensure I had clearly stated and conveyed my point. Writing it had dredged up several painful memories from my past and present but I had foolishly told myself the pain I suffered was worth it to make the book as good as possible. I had sent it to Dr. Wyatt in the hope it would persuade him to write the introduction. A week after he received it he came to my office and politely my entire argument and rendered months of painstaking research and sessions with Dr. Brennan and Agent Booth completely pointless. It hadn't even taking him ten minutes.

Sighing heavily I sat back down behind my desk and pushed the book into the trashcan. Dr. Wyatt's review had only been the icing atop what was quickly becoming one of the worst months of my life. Of course that's how my life always went. A brief upturn before plummeting to the rocks below leaving me feeling even worse off that I did before.

Opening a desk drawer I reached in and removed a key hidden way in the back. Being a psychiatrist it was necessary for my desk drawers to have locks on them doubly so considering I worked for the FBI. Inserting the key I reached in and removed the item inside and set it on my desk with a firm thud.

I had never liked guns. I had even made it clear to Agent Booth several times that I wanted him to not bring his gun to the sessions, but he never listened. Neither of them did, and really why should they. I'm just some young kid who doesn't know what he's talking about with a degree in junk science according to Dr. Brennan. If I wasn't required to keep my issued weapon nearby on the off chance a patient wanted to hurt me then I'd have gotten rid of it long ago. It's slightly ironic how something I hate so much will solve my problems. As I picked the weapon up and started to load it I couldn't help but think of how I got here to this point in time.

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"To be quite honest I worry about Dr. Sweets. His book revealed much about him that…well frankly leaves me troubled. Has he been acting different lately?" Picking up the warm coffee mugs Dr. Gordon Wyatt set them down on the table before taking his own seat.

"No, everything has been fine. Sweets are just as happy as ever."

"I wouldn't be so certain of that Bones." Picking up the mug Booth took a sip of the tea inside. While he would have preferred Beer, Gordon Gordon was supplying the drinks and didn't believe have a taste for it, likely because it wasn't as civilized. "Sweets looked pretty down to me after his girlfriend broke up with him, and he hasn't tried to get us to talk about ourselves."

"Now that is interesting. Tell me why did she break up with Dr. Sweets?"

"When Booth and I were questioning people at a wedding shop we saw Daisy, that's Sweets' ex-girlfriend, trying on wedding dresses while accompanied by another man. We mistakenly believed she was using Sweets to cheat on her fiancés, and well…I told him. Turned out she was doing it for her sister and she broke up with him because he didn't trust her." Bones shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She still felt guilty for letting Sweets know and inadvertently breaking his relationship up.

"Well I'm certain you two went and included him in your activities."

"Actually we didn't. We got bogged down by the case, and then we got that skeleton from Norway. I don't know about Bones but I tried to take him out for a beer and he refused. Said he didn't want to be a burden."

"I really don't do night activities. Sure I'll go out to eat with Booth and the gang every so often. But usually I'm either identifying skeletal remains, or working on my next book."

"Now see that is one of your problems Dr. Brennan. You associate inclusion to be limited solely to non work related activities. You could have attempted to include him in your projects."

"But why? Sweets is a psychiatrist, not a forensic anthropologist he simply would have been in the way and bored."

"But he wouldn't have been alone." Getting up from his seat Dr. Wyatt headed over to the stove and checked how the food was coming along. "This dish is what got me accepted into the culinary school. It's quite good but takes some time to cook. I'd say about an hour before its ready. Plenty of time for you both to check up on Dr. Sweets and invite him back with you." Turning he glanced to the Special Agent locking eyes with him.

"C'mon Bones let's go get Sweets." Grabbing his coat he slipped into it before pulling out his car keys and heading to the door.

A/N: Well that's it for now. Please review and let me know what you think.