"She's gone Booth. Accept that." Sweets face was sorrowful but firm.

"I know Sweets, but, well, she could be faking it. I wouldn't put it past her not to tell me as revenge" Booth's voice was hopeful.

"Firstly, you did not see her that week, she was in agony, she would never do that to you. Secondly, you and I saw it happen, you felt her heart stop."

"I know, why didn't I make sure she was wearing a vest Sweets? Why?"

"Don't blame yourself, you didn't have one on either, it could just as easily have been you."

"It should have been." Booth clenched his fists.

"Are you sure you didn't see who shot at you?"

"Ah, so this is why I'm here today. The FBI wants to know if I'm telling them everything."

"Are you?"

"Of course! If I knew who shot Bones I'd be out there hunting them. In fact, as soon as we're done here I'm going to interview a possible suspect."

"You've got someone?"

"The guy we were looking at before... before. Look, can I go now?"

"Yeah, we're done here... for today."

"Great." Booth leapt to his feet.

"Booth?" Sweets looked up at his friend.

"I'm here if you need to talk. Not as your psychologist, as your friend."

"Thanks Sweets."

Sweets sighed as Booth vanished out the door. Ever since Brennan had died, the rest of the team had opened up to him, told him things he had been asking about for years. Booth had never really thanked him in the past. He'd never told him anything, but yesterday Booth opened up and told him about the day he stood up to his father. He was glad people were opening up to him, but the price for this was almost too much for Sweets to bear.