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The doctor treating Sweets had finally sprung Sweets from the hospital at around 8:30 a.m. the next morning. Driving back towards D.C., Booth glanced at Brennan and said, "Ok, Bones. Let's talk about the case. What did you"

Interrupting Booth from the back seat, Sweets said, "Wait Booth. I'd like to talk to Dr. Brennan about her snake phobia."

Frowning, Brennan glared at Booth and said, "I don't have a snake phobia, Dr. Sweets."

Shaking his head, Sweets said, "I was in the barn, Dr. Brennan. I saw you move away from the victim when you thought there might be a possibility that the bag had a snake in it."

Glancing back at Sweets, Brennan said, "I am very cautious when it comes to reptiles. I don't know enough about them to tell the difference between poisonous snakes and non-poisonous snakes. I feel it is wiser to treat all snakes as if they're dangerous. That prevents me from making a fatal mistake. You on the other hand are afraid of rodents and that doesn't seem very logical. Unless you come across a rabid mouse or rat, you'll find that most rodents are not dangerous."

Smiling, Booth took his right hand off of his steering wheel and made a thumbs up gesture close to his chest. He loved that Brennan was so quick witted. He really loved it when she used her quick wits against someone other than him.

Shaking his head, Sweets said, "You're deflecting, Dr. Brennan. You don't want to talk to me about your snake phobia; so, you verbally attack me and try to divert the conversation away from your problem by inventing a problem for me."

Smiling, Brennan said, "If you'll take one of your hands and touch the back of your head, you'll find proof that you're afraid of rodents. You fainted when you saw the rat in the victim's bag. That is a fact that you cannot deny and maintain a modicum of truth."

Shaking his head, Sweets looked out of the passenger side window and watched the countryside pass by.

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Seeing that Sweets had finished talking for now, Booth asked, "What can you tell me about the victim, Bones?"

Watching Booth drive, Brennan said, "The victim was a Caucasian male, approximately 26 years of age. He suffered blunt force trauma to the back of his head. Since the weapon wasn't lying next to the body; I'll have to study the fracture to see if I can determine the weapon that was used. The victim has been dead for at least five days. The victim was killed at another site and brought to the site where he was found. We really need to find the initial crime scene."

Nodding his head, Booth said, "The FBI squints are still looking for it. We need to identify the victim. That will give us an idea where to look."

Nodding her head, Brennan said, "I'm fairly certain we should be able to identify the victim in a day or two."

Glancing back towards Sweets, Brennan said, "Of course, the damage done by rodents eating parts of the victim will make the job more difficult."

Watching, Sweets flinch, Brennan said, "Hodgins told me that he was going to trap some of the rodents in the barn to bring them back to the Jeffersonian. He said that he may find something that belonged to the victim in the rodent's digestive systems."

Frowning, Sweets turned to look at Brennan. He didn't appreciate her comments and he wanted her to know it. "I'm not afraid of rats and mice, Dr. Brennan."

Smiling, Brennan looked forward and watched the road.

Booth shook his head. "When is Sweets going to learn to leave Bones alone?" Booth thought.

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It took one day for Angela to identify the victim. He was a rodeo clown and horse trainer that had been reported missing by his employer three days ago. In that time, Brennan was also able to determine what caused the death of the victim. She knew the how and she knew when, she just didn't know where or why.

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Booth was sitting in his office, working on the inevitable paper work, when Brennan walked into his office and sat down in the chair across from his desk.

Looking up in surprise, Booth asked, "Hey, Bones. What brings you over here at this time of the day? Is there a problem?"

Shrugging her shoulders, Brennan said, "There may be a problem."

Frowning, Booth stood up and walked around the desk. Squatting down next to Brennan, Booth said, "Are you ok?"

Shaking her head, Brennan leaned over and kissed Booth. "No, the problem has nothing to do with me."

Kissing her back, Booth stood up and leaned against his desk. "Quit being so mysterious, Bones. What's the problem? Is Sweets still giving you a hard time about your snake phobia."

Frowning, Brennan said, "No, Sweets hasn't contacted me since we got back to D.C. yesterday. By the way, I don't have a snake phobia and the problem has to do with you, not me."

Shaking his head, Booth said, "Ok, what problem do I have?"

Watching Booth for his reaction, Brennan said, "The victim has been identified as Gary Stills. He worked as a horse trainer and a rodeo clown."

Swallowing, Booth said, "Damn it."

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All God's little children seem to have problems. Think I'm piling on? What do you think about it? Up next, Brennan performs an experiment on Sweets.