A/N: I owe this chapter to mummacass! Without her brilliant suggestion I would never have come up with this chapter. I hope you don't mind me saying that I love you, because well I do. I owe this breakthrough completely to you. Thank you!

Booth walked into the Hoover Building, but instead of going straight to his office he went to the office of another man. He needed to speak with a certain Dr. Lance Sweets.

Sweets' POV

It's early and I don't have any appointments until this afternoon. Maybe I could take Daisy out for breakfast?

There was a knock at the door. Agent Booth and his son entered.

My dream of a breakfast date is ruined.

"Agent Booth! This is unexpected. What can I help you with this morning?"

"It's about Parker."

"Oh no. He hasn't found another finger has he?"

"No Sweets! This is more serious than that."

Oh man he sounds angry. "What happened?"

"It's Rebecca."

"His mother?"

"Yes. She was arrested last night."

"Why? What happened?"

"Well apparently she got drunk and was making noise and resisted arrest after assaulting an officer."

"What does Parker have to do with this exactly? Did he witness it? Was he also assaulted?"

"No. Well I don't know. I was hoping you would, I don't know, work your shrink magic and help me talk to him."

It's not magic. "Sure I would love to help."

"Good. Where do we start?"

"Parker," the young boy looked at me with confusion in his eyes. "Hi, I'm Dr. Sweets. Do you remember me? I was sort of your babysitter that one time."

"I remember you. My dad talks about you sometimes too. He says that you're a baby."

"Does he? Well I'm not. Parker, is it ok if I ask you about some things that happened last night with your mom?"

He looked at his dad nervously and then nodded in response.

"What happened? What do you remember?"

"I remember my mommy leaving and I made a bowl of cereal and I watched cartoons. Then I went to my room to play and I tried to go to sleep but I had a bad dream. I was crying and she came home and I went to hug her but she threw me back in bed." Tears poured down his face, I wasn't sure if I could go on. I wanted to comfort him so badly. A sight like that can break even the toughest man's heart, but his father put an arm around him and it was easier.

"When you say she threw you what do you mean?"

"She picked me up and put me back in bed." He cried a bit harder.

"Do you remember what happened next?"

"The police man came. One of them took my mommy and the big one picked me up and carried me to his car."

"Then what?"

"I sat with a nice lady and dad came and got me. Am I in trouble?"

"No buddy. You're not in trouble." His father was the one that answered him and I was moved by the site.

"I think that's all."

"Is he going to be ok Sweets?"

"He is fine. Just a bit shaken up. In a few days he will be settled with you and he will be a perfectly happy little boy again."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive." Well I was almost positive. Nothing is certain with psychology.