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They didn't really understand how they had fucked up this far…

They didn't understand why they felt so terrible, after what they wanted for weeks, was finally granted.

Sweets was in jail.

For murder.

But in their hearts, they all knew why the thought left a bitter taste in their mouths. Because they had wanted him arrested for a different crime. For him to have killed a different man. For him to have been such a professional liar, he had managed to fool them all.

But now he was in jail.

For a murder, he once again, probably did not commit.

About a man, who tortured him as a child.

After Sweets left, the whole team had been in shock. Angela's words rang in the room. They were all frozen in their places, casting disbelieving, frightened glances at one another. It was only when Booth finally snapped out of his daze, and ran out to chase after Sweets, did the rest of the team snap out of it. They all turned to one another, guilt evident in every pore on their faces. Before a word could be spoken though, Booth had slammed back in, his face angered and lost looking.

His eyes looked up at them with remorse. He shook his head ruefully, and turned to glare at the ruined pile of files on the floor. His mouth in a taut line.

'He's gone. They arrested him.'

And that, is how they ended up here.

All of them sitting around their favorite diner table. Cups of hot cocoa and coffee in pale ceramic mugs, wrapped around shivering fingers.

'Not from the cold.' They all knew.

Their ordered food sat, barley picked at, on the table in front of them. They all sat in a daze, after Booth announced Sweet's arrest, they had all broken down. Hodgens had begun screaming, shouting at them that Sweets was lying. Brennan had retaliated to shouting back at him, that he was acting childish. That it was obvious from sweets actions their was no logical reason for him to lie.

Hodgens had retaliated by telling her, ' Fuck logic! Thats what got Zach in the god damn Lonny bin in the first place!'.

Booth had to restrain Brennan from retaliating, and Cam was unsuccessfully trying to hold back Hodgens, when Angela snapped. And she slapped him across the face. She shouted at all of their shocked faces with anger and guilt.

' How can you act this way? Arguing over Zach, when a friend! A friend we have hurt, for no good reason these past weeks, has just arrested himself! He just poured out his life story and all you can do is argue! And shout! And act like a bunch of hateful idiots! Don't you see what we did? Don't you see how bad we messed up?' She had screeched at them. They paused in shock, to stare at her, before slowly, person by person, they all broke down.

Silent tears had streamed down their faces, some of anger, some of guilt, some of pain. They cried into each others shoulders, screaming out names like 'Zach, why?!' or ' It isn't true! He lied!' , ' Why did this happen?' or the favorite of the bunch:

'What did we do?'

After they had broken down, no one was able to provide another with much comfort. They were all to broken beyond repair to even think about fixing another.

After all, none of them were phycologists.

So they had wiped their eyes, and packed up some tissues and went to their favorite diner. They had ordered some cheap food and sat in their usual seats, as one of them tried to gain the courage to speak up. And ask the question they've all been asking themselves.

Finally, Jack looked up, his blue eyes looking pale and tired. He glanced up at all of their sullen faces and cleared his throat, trying to gain their attention as he decided to speak. His voice raspy and sort spoken from al his tears and yelling.

' So, now what do we do?' He asked them. They all looked at each other, glancing into each others eyes, trying to find the answer to that question. Finally Booth sighed, bringing a hand to his face, he rubbed at his temples forlornly as he looked at their misfit group in resignation.

' I don't really know what we should do...Angela was right earlier. We fucked up big.' He sighed again deeply, his forceful eyes looking up into those surrounding him. His apparent 'alpha male' tone going into action. 'What we did to sweets was wrong. How we acted, How we treated him. It was unacceptable.' He shook his head, guilt stricken. Sitting up and straitening his shoulders, he leaned in on the table and focused his eyes onto everyone who sat there. Seriousness leaked out from his very stance, as he spoke low and clear to them.

' The way we learned about his past was wrong. He should have told us when he was ready. Not just because that bastard ended up dead on the jeffersonian table.' He grunted angrily, before leaning back into his chair, his expression furious and guilty. Cam looked up at all of them, before sullenly turning her head down and away from them. Her eyes watering slightly as she mumbled words everyone at the table could hear.

' Maybe he would have told us. Back when he could trust us. But I don't see how he could ever trust us. Not again, not after this...' Her voice was sullen and broken, eyes shining with unshed, guilty tears.

Everyone looked up to stare at Cam. Her cold words drenched over them, baring its guilt ridden fangs, that sinked into their hearts, and left them all with queasy stomachs and watery eyes.

Finally Angela's soft eyes looked up, away from her mushy jelly covered bagel she'd been staring at, to look at them. All their faces were forlorn, torn between expressions of guilt or anguish. Sighing to herself, she stood up and went to gather her things. Collecting up her purse and grabbing her car keys as she ignored their looks and pushed away from the table. Standing over them, her eyes were empty and her voice soft as she spoke, jangling her keys in front of them, her hand still and not trembling as she turned her voice to them. A whisper in the noisy diner, but something they could all hear.

'We shouldn't be here.' She said to their confused faces. Before they could ask her what she meant, she rolled her eyes at them and pointed out the window. Towards her car. ' What I mean is, we fucked up. We hurt and judged a friend. We shouldn't be here, in this diner, reserved for spending quality time with our friends, pitying ourselves. We messed up, and right now, one of our friends, is locked up in a jail cell. He's probably reliving painful memories, all by himself. He has no one, because we were too angry and hateful to realise he was hurting to. He has no family, this is something we all learned today.' Her voice was forceful as her eyes narrowed and she began to walk away from the table.

Turning back slowly, she gave the confused faces at the table a small smile, as she jangled her keys at them once again. ' I don't know about you guys, but im gonna go support Sweets. No matter how much he might push me away, or how much he probably hates me, rightly so, I might add.' She chuckled dryly, without humor, her eyes shimmering, but warmth shining out of them. ' If it had been the other way around, he wouldn't have given up on us. Im not giving up on him.' She stated. Fully turning around to face them, hands in her hips and sanding up strait.

' This isn't the time to pity myself for the mistakes I made. This is a time for fixing. And whether he wants me to or not, Im gonna march over to that F.B.I building, and Im gonna apologize my heart out. Im gonna cry out 'sorry!', till my voice is hoarse, and Im gonna stand beside him during this case, no matter what the evidence says.' Her eyes narrowed and her lips fell into a flat line.

' I called him a murderer once, Im not going to do it again.' She stated, taking in the shocked faces around her, turning around and heading towards the door, she looked back at them, her face questioning and an eyebrow raised.

'Anyone gonna join me?' She asked, before stepping out in the afternoon air, and heading out for her mini van. Not bothering to see if anyone followed.

Everyone at the table turned to look at one another. Their eyes wide and their faces filled with shock and questions. Should they go? What would they say? How could they possibly make it up to him? Did they even have the right, after what they did?

'He wouldn't have given up on us, he would have kept trying.'

Angela's voice rang around them, but there were still afraid and cautious glances cast around the room.

' I called him a murderer once, Im not going to do it again.'

And then, all of a sudden, with no hesitation, each member at the table stood up. Wiping tears from their eyes they grinned at each other through their pain. And one by one, they walked out of the diner to follow Angela.

They had a friend to apologize too.

Nearing the F.B.I building, everyone started getting a bit nervous. Angela had been persuaded to room with the others in Booths F.B.I car, since it was big enough to carry them all, and would waste less time. But as the building neared closer, it was getting more and more tense inside the black ford. Everyone was growing more nervous and pensive. Their inner worries if sweets would forgive them, and about this case had them all riled up.

They tried their best to sit still, but as the building neared closer, most of the members inside the car, had taken to some annoying form of pass time. Brennan was biting her thumb nail and shaking her left leg. Cam was humming an offbeat tune as she tapped her fingers against her knee. Hodgens was making an annoying 'snap snap' sound with his rubber band while his eyes shifted from the window and back again, frequently. Angela was just sitting in the middle of the back seat, tapping her feet impatiently until the car finally pulled into the parking lot, and Booth turned around to face everyone in the car. Including Brennan who was in the front seat.

'Now,' He spoke carefully, trying to get them to settle down a minute before continuing. ' We don't know if Sweets will be able to see us, even if he wants too. But, we have a lot to make up for, a lot to apologize for.' He spoke seriously, eyes narrowing. ' So I don't care who is standing in our way, im going to find a way to get to Sweets. Are all of you ready to do the same?' his voice rang out in the car, but his question didn't remain unanswered. Every had halted their nervous fidgeting and stopped to look at each other. Not even half a second later, they all nodded, giving each other small smiles, as they grinned at booth and got out the car.

Quickly, the Jeffersonian team entered the F.B.I building. Stumbling into the elevator, while Booth called an agent to tell him what interrogation room Sweets was in. Pushing the 4th floor button, they cluttered in the elevator, until it dinged and let them off. The 4th floor was cluttered with agents, like unusual. Booth lead them down the hallways and corridors till they reached the interrogation room #421.

Two pretty large agents were guarding the door, dressed in black suits with earpieces, as well as two females. One who seemed to be arguing with the silent body guards while the other tried to calm her. Moving closer to them, the Jeffersionian team got an eye of the action going on there.

The two women there seemed barley over 17. They were an odd looking pair. Both were maybe about 5'9 to 5'8.

The one being held back, had a wild, curly mane of brown hair. It cascaded down her face, which was heart shaped, in attractive cut lines. Her skin was caramel, but her attire was curious. She wore a skin tight, long sleeved, pale white shirt. With tight, acid blue jeans that complemented her electric blue eyes. Her body had a long, lean, athletic look to her. Hour-glassed, but not overdone in the muscles, just enough to know, she could probably kick ass. She had a black, non official, gun strapped to her left leg, but that didn't seem to concern her, as she chewed on a lollypop in her pink lips, and continued to argue with the moveless body guards. Cursing out her apparent friend who was keeping a firm grip on her arm. As though if she let go, the wild teen would end up shooting the guards.

Her friend finally released her arm and gave an indignant huff. While straiting her attire, and glaring at her friend. Unlike the wild looking woman, her friend was more formally dressed. She wore a classy 3-piece black suit. It wrapped nicely against her petite, but hardcore hour-glassed figure, that was more defined than her friend. She clad in expensive black heels. Her face was more ovaled than her friends but quite beautiful, with a good contrast to her pale skin, and honey brown eyes. Her outfit was nice and much more approved on the F.B.I attire list. But Booth could see the bulge, of the hidden gun, behind the formal woman's suit jacket. Both women were very beautiful, but the jeffersionian team approached slowly. The commotion they were causing made them hesitate.

Hodgens and angela were exchanging wary glances, while Booth moved closer to the arguing women and held out his badge. Loudly trying to introduce himself, though neither woman nor the guards seemed to acknowledge him.

' Hey... Im F.B.I Agent Seely Booth,' he spoke, trying to outdo the bickering women. ' Can I ask whats going on here?' He raised a curious eyebrow at the sight in front of them. The guards had only barley acknowledged his presence, with a slight nod, while the women continued to argue, ignoring him and the rest of the team completely.

' Just let me shoot them! They deserve it! I have a patient in there, I don't have time for this shit!' the wild woman cursed, her voice like a loins and she growled and spat her friend, and at the guards.

Her comment left the Jeffersonian team with dropped jaws, staring incredulously at the wild girl. While her friend just glared at her in annoyance, sighing and pinching the bridge of her nose in agitation.

' You aren't going to shoot them! We don't have time for that!' the formal woman shouted back at her friend, tapping a heeled foot angrily. ' And i know there's a patient in there, its why Im here too!' she gestured wildly with her hand towards the guarded door. Before pointing a finger menacingly at the other tirading woman. ' And i swear to god Tyra, if you get us arrested one more time, i will leave you in that jail, and wont bail you out for a month!' she hissed.

But the girl opposite her just snorted, pouting off to the side, as she rolled her eyes at her friends threat. ' Please,' she scoffed, narrowing her eyes, ' These jails are filled with a bunch of pussies anyway, and you know it.' she cursed out her friend, who just huffed and turned away.

Then turning to them, as if just noticing them for the first time, the wild haired girls electric blue eyes narrowed, and she pointed a finger at them.

'Who the hell are you?' she asked, not rudely, but her tone actually curious. Her proper friend face-palmed, sighing at her friends question. She turned to them as well and waited for an introduction.

Everyone looked at each other in shock, finally being noticed. Before Brennan cleared her throat and stepped forward, taking the wild woman's hand and shaking it steadily. She began to introduce their group.

'Hello, my name is Dr. Temperance Brennan, Im a Forensic Anthropologist,' nodding towards the group, she pointed them out.

'That is my friend Angela Montenegro, ' Angela waved at them nervously, and they nodded in recognition.

'This is Dr. Jack Hodgens,' he didn't wave, but instead glared at them with suspicion and wariness. They gave him a small nod and waited for her to continue.

'This is Dr. Camille Saroyan,' she gestured to Cam, who stood up, and also took the wild woman's hand for a firm shake. Then brought it back. Pointing at Booth who was looking confused and agitated, Brennan gestured at him.

'And this is Agent Booth, he had introduced himself earlier, but you and your friend did not seem to notice.' she stated calmly. The wild woman and the formal one stood up. The wild one, shaking Booths hand in a surprising grip, the professional one shaking Brennan's gently.

'Nice to meet you,' the wild woman said, 'My name is Tyra Blane.' her voice sounding calmer, though it still had a fierce edge to it, that sounded natural. ' Im a phycologist'. She stated, her friend nodding calmly.

' And I am Salone. Salone Guerrero.' the formal woman shook their hands gently. ' Im an F.B.I special agent, as well as a therapist. Mainly for children though,' the women brought their hands back to their sides, watching the jeffersonian teams faces fill with shock. Before Booth cracked a grin, and chuckled at them.

' Your kidding me right?' he laughed, the others joining in. ' I've seen a lot of things in my life, but i've never heard of 17 year old kid agents, or therapists.' he chuckled. they others joined in. In a few moments though, they realised the girls weren't laughing along, but were instead glaring.

The wild one-Tyra, was pouting unhappily, she turned away from them to stare at her friend.

'Can I shoot them?' she asked.

Her friend sighed, ' No, you cannot.' rubbing at red rimmed glasses, Salone placed them back on her face, to glare at the shocked looking team.

Pointing a petite finger at them, and she glared icily. ' I know of our age, Agent Booth.' she stated, irritated. ' However, despite our age, me and my friend, are highly intelligent.' Pointing over to Tyra beside her, who was glaring at them, she waved at her lightly.

'My friend, Dr. Tyra Blane, has over 3 Phd's and Md.'s. She is qualified to be anything from a Professional Veterinarian, to a highly trained Doctor, or her preferred choice, an intuitive phycologist. I am one myself, though she is more advanced in it, then me. She is also highly known in the world of martial arts.' She stated, ignoring their shocked faces.

She narrowed her brown eyes at Booth, and pointed a finger at him.

'I myself, have gone to several Ivy Colleges, and have obtained many Master's and Bachelors degrees. I have the qualifications to be anything from a F.B.I Agent to a sophisticated Lawyer. I am also a well known Architect and book writer. I would appreciate you respect our titles, not how old we look, Agent Booth,' she growled. Her voice alone, putting them in their place.

' I would also have you know, Tyra and I are not, 17, we happen to be 19, thank you,' She turned around and huffed off, going to answer her phone that was ringing the lyrics of 'American Idiot' by Green Day.

Booth and the rest of them stood stock still. Shock, and a bit of shame coursed through them, as they turned to Tyra, who was still standing there. Looking smug. Walking forward, Cam waved her hands in a surrendering motion, and waved off to Tyra's shouting friend, who was now arguing into her phone. A look of apology on her face.

' I apologize for our rudeness, it was unfair of us to judge you by your age,' She spoke solemnly. The others nodded, Booth standing up to shake the woman's hand again, a bit of remorse on his face.

'Sorry about disrespecting your credentials...Dr. Blane?' He spoke uncertainly, not quite sure how to address the girl, who was obviously younger than himself, with such respect. But Tyra had just waved them off, her expression softening and a grin growing to it.

'No problem, we're used to it.' She grinned contagiously, the others starting grinning back. Even Hodgens. Her blue eyes crackled as she nodded over at her friend and shrugged her shoulders.

'You can call me Tyra, by the way. And Im sorry for her outburst. Salone has always been fragile to that sort of thing, its why she dresses so formally. She hopes that, if she looks like a professional adult, people will get over their prejudice and treat her like one.' She shrugged again, hooping her thumbs into her jean pockets and looking bored.

' I never really cared, Im professional, and I have the abilities. You don't want me because of my age, fine.' she stated, but her eyes narrowing. ' But if you insult me, i'll shoot you.' She spoke warningly, but with a smile, causing them to chuckle dryly.

Mainly because they had a sneaky suspicion she wasn't kidding.

'We are very sorry,' Brennan said, ' But if you don't mind, may we ask why you're here?' She waved towards the door they were told, held Sweets. Wondering why this woman, and her friend would be here in the first place.

Tyra nodded, and sighed with irritation, as she waved at the door. Glaring at the men guarding it.

'Im a well known phycologist, so they called me in here, to evaluate a patient. Give him all sorts of tests and such, and then give in my report. When i do, the F.B.I is supposed to call, and give me the names and numbers of his coworkers and friends. So i can meet with them, and set up future sessions, and meetings for the next few weeks.' She narrowed her glacier eyes at the guards in front of her.

' Salone is my F.B.I partner. When there a certain types of murder cases, me and her are called in to investigate. But, I've gotten into some trouble these past few weeks, and have been suspended. So now, they just have me interrogate assumed murders and other types of crazies, to help them get some insight.' She rolled her eyes.

' Salone is mainly here, to assist me with my evaluation. At least thats what they say, she's really here to keep me out of trouble. Stop me from doing things like assaulting Federal Agents and shooting annoying civilians.' She chuckled, turning back to them. Thumbing at the Agents over her shoulders with a roll of her eyes.

' However, it seems there was a glitch with the paperwork I filed. So now the Men in Black here,' She snorted, ' Wont let me in due to security risks.' She rolled her storm like eyes and turned to glare at them with anger and fire. ' Even though they know there is a patient in there. And without the proper amount of time in transaction with person contact, the patient can close themselves off. And when i do get in, I'll get as much information you'd get, from interviewing a mute crime boss!' she cursed. Sticking her tongue out the Agents, before turning back around to face them.

The teams faces were filled with confusion and bewilderment. ' That doesn't make sense,' Angela said, turning to glance worriedly at Hodgens, who had shifted from confused to suspicious, as he appraised Tyra again, and Brennan glanced at Booth.

'This is very unusual,' She frowned. Turning her attention to Tyra. ' We were informed, this, was the room our friend Sweets was being kept in, not a patient.'

Turning to Booth, she frowned in confusion. ' Why did the give us the wrong information?' She asked, unhappy.

' I don't know...' he told her honestly. Reaching into his pocket, and pulling out his phone to dial an Agents number, and get the right room. He was cut off however, by Tyra's voice, as she drew their attention by coughing a bit and cocking her head.

' You wouldn't happen to mean, Dr. Lance Sweets..would you?' She asked, her blue eyes furrowing, as she cocked her head again and tried to ignore her friend Salone, shouting into her phone behind her.

Angela's eyes brightened up, and she hurried over, in front of Tyra. Grabbing her hand and squeezing it gently she smiled reverently. Grinning from ear to ear.

'Yes! Yes! Sweets! Do you know where he is? We really need to see him,' she asked excitedly, the prospect finding Sweets giving her the courage to be able to apologize.

This same affect was hitting the rest. Their eyes brightened up, and smiles graced their worried faces, as they turned to Tyra and hyperly awaited her response. They all wanted so desperately to apologize to Sweets, to be able to say 'Sorry', and stand by him during this investigation. Hodgens stepped up and stood in front of her, his bright blue eyes clashing with her electric sea green ones. He smiled and took her hands from Angela, repeating what she did, and squeezing them gently.

' Do you know what room he's in? We need to meet up with him. We've all got a lot to say to him, were his friends,' He added for good measure, just so she would now how important this was to them.

Tyra frowned and nodded. She extracted her hands from their grip, and tucked them into her pockets. Cocking her head again, she nodded, and spoke to them with confusion, laced in her tone.

' Yes, i know him. I've read up on his file.' She nodded again, eyes narrowing slightly.

'Dr. Lance Sweets. Agent for the F.B.I, height. 6'0, age 23, weight average. Build average. Features boyish, despite puberty leap. Highly intelligent. Graduated high school at age 14. Graduated college with multiple degrees, and Ph'Ds at age 17. Took many official Agent training programs, till prove useful enough to be place in the field, at age 22.' Her eyes drifted of a bit as she spoke, as though she was rehearsing something she read.

'History: troublesome. Extreme abuse, and abandonment at earlier childhood. Lack of self confidence in growth lead to a 'Death' and 'Metal' phase at age 16. Was rescued from abusive parental home, at age 6, by Social Worker, Marine Evans. Was then hospitalised and readopted, by foster guardians, Mr. and Mrs. sweets, 7 months later. Both passed Meer days from each other, and 2 weeks before Dr. Lance Sweets was assigned to the F.B.I agency in Washington D.C. He was then given patients to look after in the Jeffersonian Institute on March 3'rd, 2 months later.' She continued, ignoring the widening eyes of Angela and Hodgens, as they slowly began taking a step away from her.

'Real birth date, Unknown. Dangers: Few. Insights: High intelligence and training in the pchology field, ability to bend words and thought, attachment issues. Assumed from parental deaths and childhood abandonment and abuse. Case filed: Roughly 7 hours ago, more detailed report required,' Her eyes furrowed again as she blinked, coming back down to earth and turned to them. Curiosity in her eyes.

'That Sweets?' She asked.

Hodgens and Booths faces had paled, Angela and Cam were trembling slightly, while Brennan stepped forward shakily, and placed herself in front of Tyra. Gulping slowly and cautiously looking into her eyes.

'H-how do you know all these things about Sweets,' she questioned warily, ' There is no logical way for you to have known all of that, by just passing by him, or even having a short conversation. How do you know these things?' She asked again, her voice growing fiercer.

Tyra didn't seem concerned, as she shrugged shoulders and tucked her hands in her jeans. 'I haven't been able to speak with him yet, as i said before, i haven't been allowed into the room,' She thumbed over her shoulder, ignoring they're widening eyes.

'That was just what I read, on the last minute file, they composed of him. I am to interrogate him, due to the fact this is his second murder charge. And due to his history, Im supposed to start sessions with him, to see if he could still be fit for duty, if these charges prove to be false.' She said, her shoulders shrugging again. Turning her eyes to them, she narrowed them, and lifted her chin.

'How do you know Sweets again?' She asked them suspiciously. But before any of the shocked team could respond, Salone had snuck up beside Tyra. Her face tense as she snapped her Iphone off, and tapped her shoulder. Tyra looked over and narrowed her eyes at her face.

'Whats wrong?' she asked, mild worry in her eyes.

Salone had just sighed and began rubbing her temples before answering. 'That was the District Attorney, providing evidence in this murder trial against Dr. Lance Sweets,' her warm brown eyes flashed up to them, before turning back to her partners and sighing again.

' Some interns at the jeffersonian, found some evidence incriminating Dr. Sweets. So I was called to be told the names and numbers, of his colleague's and friends earlier. They want you to evaluate them all separately, and then as a group. Then, to hand in reports on all of them, based on their relationship to Dr. Sweets. And then, you can interrogate him. While starting to compose your phycological evidence, to prove his innocent's or guilt in this trial, at the same time.' she spoke slowly.

' But, only When , the files on his colleague's, have been complied in the F.B.I data base and reviewed.' She sighed again, and mussed with her glasses, watching as her partners face grew furious and her sharp tongue came out to start cursing.

'What the Bloody Hell do you Mean, they'll 'Review' my files!?' She shouted, her hand twitching for her gun.

' I was told, at God damn 7 'o'clock in the fucking morning, to come down here. Evaluate an unstable patient, file a report, and then meet the colleague's and friends! Who the fuck thinks they can just come down here, and start fucking up my schedule!?' She screamed with fury, her eyes narrowing like restless sea's.

' I don't have time for this shit! I told you, i should have just saved this appointment for the next day! I told you, I wanted to go to Taco Bell and skip work today, cause i knew some shit like this was gonna happen! Because it always happens! But nooooo! What did you say?' Tyra snarked.

'You said it would be unprofessional, if we didn't show. And you made me leave home without breakfast, no Taco Bell, to stand in front of this damn door for hours, waiting to get in. Only to be called and told they made a change in our schedule?!' She yelled, her voice vibrating down the halls.

When Salone did nothing but nod in agonized agreement, Tyra whipped her gun from its hold and shot at a wall. She shot in such a way it missed everyone, but ended up in the center of the forehead of a picture of the assistant F.B.I directors head, Andrew. Everyone in the hallways beside the guards and Salone froze. but no agents came to arrest Tyra, instead, the other surrounding agents just shook out the shock, and continued on, as though this had been happening all day. Booth and the rest of the team gawked at the stewing Tyra, and her annoyed friend as she made Tyra put her gun away, and forced her to listen.

' Look, I know, Im sorry. I should have listened to you, but its too late for that now. We have to go establish meeting dates with Dr. sweets, colleagues and friends, as well as coworkers. We don't have time for you to start shooting people,' Her eyes narrowed.

' It turns out no paperwork was messed up, these guards were specifically placed here to keep us out till we were called. And no, don't ask me who told them to do it. Im not telling you, because I know you'll go hunt them down and shoot them in the leg like you always do.' She huffed, rubbing at her glasses. ' We need to start our meeting with the co-workers first any way.' She huffed again.

Tyra had crossed her arms across her chest, but her gun was put away. And even though her face look absolutely frightening, she huffed as well, and sighed, mussing up with her hair. ' All right, so who was it we're supposed to meet?'

'Your supposed to meet,' Salone corrected. ' Im only here to keep you out of trouble till your allowed on the field again. And as for who...' Her words drifted and her eyes flashed over at them. Quick enough that they didn't see, but enough that Tyra did. Her eyes widened, and a coy smirk cam to her face.

'No way...' She breathed out, clearly amused. Hodgens, finally having enough of their silent banter, stood forward. His blue eyes glaring with her contrasting electric ones, and his face angry.

'No way, what? How the hell do you know all that stuff about Sweets? And where is he? Stop lying to us and tell us the truth,' He shouted, eyes narrowing.

'Who are you?' he asked angrily.

Salone and Tyra just looked amused. Waving Salone off, Tyra walked up to hodgens and put her hands on his flinching shoulders. Her face grinning with amusement, and humor in her eyes, she smirked. Looking at all of them, she patted his shoulder and grinned.

' I already told you,' She said, her eyes filled with mirth. ' Im Tyra Blane and this is my F.B.I partner, Salone Guerrero. She's here to watch over me and keep me out of trouble, while I stay here and evaluate Dr. Lance Sweets. As well as I evaluate his friends and coworkers...' She grinned again, flashing her loin like teeth at their bewildered faces.

'Congrats, Im your new Phycologist.'

Annndddd...*BOOM* CLIFFHANGER!

I've ALWAYS wanted to do that... i'll try and update soon, like within the week or so. Salone, happens to be based on one of my best friends! ^.^! Hope you enjoy the story! AND! I EDITED. So NO reviews on my grammer. NONE. Im serious. I worked HARD on this shit.=.= Thank you!

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