The Psychologist in the Institution
ASC: Don't own bones. I would buy the rights but I have $4.52 in the checking account and that's a pretty good day. J
Time: Season 9/Current situations
"I'm telling you it's Smith." Sweets said his arms at his side in exasperation.
"Look Sweets, I'm not saying it's not, I'm just fielding out all the options." Booth said sitting behind his desk.
"Fine, whatever." Sweets said turning to walk out as Brennan came in.
"What's going on?" Brennan asked.
"Oh, I'm just wondering what the point of me spending hours on a profile is if no one is going to listen to the result." Sweets said leaning against the door frame, files in hand.
"I'm listening Sweets, I'm just taking it all in." Booth said finishing his sandwich.
"You didn't listen to me on the last two cases, and I was right in the end wasn't I?" Sweets said emanating frustration.
"Yes, but…" Booth said with a full mouth.
"Well here's my profile." Sweets said dropping it on the edge of Booth's desk. "Do with it what you want."
Sweets left and Brennan looked at Booth. "Something going on?"
"No, he's just in a tizzy, we still have to question all the suspects." Booth said wiping mayo off the corner of his mouth.
"But if Sweets record for being correct is high then should you not go with his selections?" Brennan asked logically.
"Don't you call his work guess work?" Booth asked and Brennan smiled back.
"Hey Sweets!" Booth called to him as Sweets joined them on the platform at the Jeffersonian. "Looks like you were right. It was Smith."
"And how many people did you interview before you took my suggestion?" Sweets asked.
"Only four." Booth said trying to hide a smile. It was true but he still enjoyed teasing the kid.
"You know it might be easier if you just put all the suspects on a wheel and spun it." Sweets said sarcastically.
"It might." Brennan said tidying up cleaning her area. "The probability of…"
"Bones." Booth said making a motion to stop talking by cutting across his throat.
"So what's up?" Sweets asked.
"We're going for a drink, join us." Hodgins said taking his lab jacket out. "Case closed, celebration time."
"Yeah well if you all listened to me sooner you could be celebrating a lot more often." Sweets said.
"Does this mean Sweets is encouraging us to be alcholics?" Angela teased.
"Uh oh, I'd better call the director." Cam continued to tease.
Sweets gave them all one of his signature unamused "really?" looks.
"I'm seriously feel like I'm losing my mind working with you people." Sweets said stepping off the platform with them all.
"Oh don't let that happen Sweets, who would save our mind if you lost yours?"
"Oh it's all good Sweets, just think of it as the inmates taking over the asylum." Booth said slapping his back as they left for the Four Fathers.
"Got a case!" Booth said at Sweets door.
"The butler did it." Sweets said sipping coffee and not looking up from the file he was reading.
"Come on Sweets, aren't you curious?"
"Curious yes, sure that you'll listen to my suspects? No." Sweets continued to fume.
"Alright listen, this time I promise to follow thru on your lead first." Booth said leaning against Sweets desk.
"Really?" Sweets asked like a happy puppy.
"Promise. Now let's go." Booth said and he got what he wanted as Sweets followed him out of the office.
"This place stinks." Sweets said as he stepped out of Booths' SUV.
"Yeah, a bunch of crap washes up on shore here." Booth said wanting to hold his own nose as well.
"So why are we here?" Sweets asked following Booth, he didn't usually come to the crime scene.
"Well, they're over here, I wanted you to get an idea of what kind of person dumps a body here." Booth said as they approached the group.
"The victim is male, mid to late forties." Brennan said as she looked at the remains.
"Did they wash up on shore?" Sweets asked as the ocean butted up against the shore.
"No, the body doesn't show any signs of having been in the water." Hodgins said taking samples. "It looks like a body dump."
"Not hard to imagine with all this garbage here. Why is this all here?" Sweets said looking around. The ground for a near mile was covered in tons of trash that included clothing, discarded furniture and apparently a body.
"The city says it's not theirs the county says it's the state's and the state says it's another state. They've been battling it out for something like fifty years. So nothing has happened. I have a theory…" Hodgins began.
"Yeah, yeah, we know…" Booth said cutting him off.
"Oh come on, this is a good one." Hodgins said.
"Dr. Hodgins, we are missing a femur, perhaps we can locate it." Dr. Brennan suggested.
"So what do you think Sweets?" Booth asked.
"This is what you give me to find a listing of suspects?" Sweets asked taking in the trash. He found it interesting that most of what was there was not actual trash, but more along the lines of "discarded" items. He wondered if wildlife took most of that away but still there were literally broken sinks. It was like the home for unwanted stuff.
"My first guess is a trash man." Sweets said and walked back to the car.
"Any idea of a company?" Bones called after him continuing the sarcasm.
Sweets was back to his office after a long car ride of listening to Booth talk. While he didn't see how the trip helped much his mind was still working away at it. He couldn't help but think of the type of trash was there, it was like a graveyard for unwanted items from various eras.
Booth wanted to make up not listening to the kid not so much by changing what he was doing but by taking him to the diner for lunch. If Brennan wanted to stay and play in the trash that was fine but he was hungry.
Booth's phone rang. "Hey Bones." He answered he put it on speaker.
"You're back already?"
"Yes, I left Dr. Hodgins to find the femur but I came back to examine the bones and I've found something very interesting." Her voice said over the speaker.
"What's that?" Booth asked continuing to eat.
"The victim had multiple fractures along the wrist and ankles. It appears that victim was often restrained while trauma was administered."
"So like a torture case?" Booth asked not looking forward to dealing with a psychopath.
"Not exactly, what is most interesting is the damage caused to the bones throughout the body. The bones have fractured."
"What does this mean Bones?" Booth asked not following.
"I've seen this damage in bones from when electroshock therapy has been administered."
"Electroshock therapy?" Booth asked puzzled. "Do they still do that?"
"Not really." Sweets said pushing his empty plate away. "The effects of electro shock outweigh the advantages. While some would praise the effect and others condemn it, it's still a dangerous thing to administer."
"Well someone administered it to this victim, pretty frequently too." Brennan said.
"Okay, thanks Bones." Booth said hanging up. "Sounds like this case might be up your alley." Booth said to Sweets who was already deep in thought.