A/N: Ok, so here's the next chapter. I changed my mind as to what's in it, because I figured that Sweets wouldn't jump right in to emotions- he'd start out with facts because he knows Brennan very well. The last chapter was basically to set up the story line. This chapter is basically to tell the readers my version of what Brennan did the two weeks that she thought Booth was dead. I love all of the reviews! Keep it up my lovely readers!
"Excuse me?!" Brennan said. She was really angry.
"Sorry" Sweets said, "But Angela said she would give me twenty dollars if I said that"
"That was incredibly immature of her" Brennan noted.
"The real first thing I want to discuss is what you did directly after you found out about Agent Booth's death" Sweets said in a more serious tone. He wanted to ask about how she felt, but he knew that he should start with the facts, get her to warm up to him.
"I went home and took a shower" she replied with no emotion
"Alright, and after you showered, what did you do then?"
"Well, I changed into pajamas and went to bed."
Sweets fought off the question at the tip of his tongue: Did you actually sleep? Instead, he asked, "The next morning you went to work as usual, correct?" He knew that he was correct. That was when Dr. Brennan's coworkers had called him in concern.
"Yes. I did not see any purpose in staying home. There was nothing I could do to change the fact that he was dead. I figured that I might as well do something productive" This time, Sweets heard the bitterness in her voice. Now, he was getting somewhere.
"I see. You also worked extra hours on limbo cases everyday for the next two weeks, right?"
Brennan looked irritated, "If you already know all of this, I don't see why you need to ask me."
"Just to confirm my facts" Sweets answered, "If you want me to just assume that they are all correct, I can. Most of them came from Angela, however, so they also include the fact that you are in denial and you are in love with Agent Booth."
"No! Never mind, I'll answer your stupid questions" Brennan said, afraid of what Angela had told Sweets.
"OK, then. It also says here that you did not leave the lab at all over the time that you thought Booth was dead."
Brennan shook her head, "That's not true. I went home every morning to shower and change."
"But you did not actually sleep at your own apartment. You slept in the lab" Sweets pressed.
Brennan shrugged, "I just fell asleep while working. The cases were difficult, and I ended up staying at work until late at night."
Sweets nodded gravely, "You did not visit Wung Foo's or the Royal Diner during those two weeks"
"I didn't have time. As I mentioned before, the cases were difficult and demanded my attention" Her answer sounded lame, even to her. Of course she couldn't go to either of those places: they reminded her of Booth. And that was too painful.
"I'm not trying to frustrate you; I just want to confirm everything." Sweets reminded her
"I know. Carry on" she said reluctantly
"You also said that you no longer wanted to do any field work. Even though the FBI sent a replacement for Agent Booth and the replacement wanted your help."
"I needed to finish up the cases in the lab" Brennan said for the umpteenth time, "Besides, Zack wanted to go out and do some field work" she added.
That was a lie, but a comical lie at that thought Sweets. "Now, I'm going to move on to what happened after you discovered that Agent Booth was alive." he said to Brennan.
Dr. Temperance Brennan could do nothing but nod submissively.
"When you saw Agent Booth, you punched him in the face."
"Yes, I did." She grinned at the memory. He never saw that one coming.
"You were then angry at him from hiding the fact that he was alive."
"I was. I have since forgiven him, seeing as it was not his fault that I was not notified" she said. At the last part, she gave Sweets a look.
Sweets felt slightly guilty for that, but he still felt that it was necessary. He decided to not argue with her. Instead, he asked another question, "Didn't you enter Agent Booth's bathroom to demand an answer?"
"Yes, I did. I was…um…really mad. I wasn't thinking straight" A slight blush started to form, but it was barely visible.
Sweets noticed that she felt uncomfortable when discussing the situation. That was good. He couldn't help himself, "Agent Booth was currently in the bathtub, correct?"
Brennan nodded, her cheeks now slightly pink.
"Without any clothing" Sweets felt the need to add.
"Uh, he had a beer dispensing hat" Brennan said, trying to change the topic. Her face now matched her red shirt.
"Right" Sweets said with a grin
"Any more questions?" Brennan asked as she stared at her lap
"Oh, yes" Sweets answered, "So, let's review what we have so far. Other than working more and not going to the diner as frequently, you would say that your life did not change after Agent Booth's death." Of course, Sweets himself did not believe any of that.
Brennan nodded, "See, you have nothing to worry about. Booth's death did not affect my work in a negative way or, come to think of it, my life. All of my actions prove that."
"Dr. Brennan, it is not your actions that have me worried. It's the deeper meaning behind them"
Up Next: Sweets forces Brennan to face the emotions she felt when her partner "died". He also presses the fact that he believes Brennan is in love with Booth.
In the very near future: Sweets wants to talk to Booth
In the somewhat near future: More B/B bickering and flirting. Becuase I enjoy writing it :)