Sweets really hates mice.

I don't own Bones. Never have, never will.

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Sweets spent half of his morning talking to his patients and the other half trying to find an exterminator that could make a house call that day. He finally found one who said he could humanely remove the mice from his apartment and Sweet arranged for the exterminator to get into his apartment with his landlord. Sweets also talked his landlord into changing the locks on his apartment door and adding a dead bolt. The landlord agreed to it and also agreed to add the cost to his next month's rent. He assured Sweets it would be done that afternoon and that the young man could pick up the keys after 2 p.m. Nervous about the whole situation, Sweet made sure there was only one set of keys to the dead bolt. No need for two keys.

After he had met with his last patient for the morning, Sweets told his receptionist that he was going over to the Jeffersonian for a consult and then he was taking off the rest of the day. Hegave her the excuse that he didn't feel well and he thought he should go home early.

Sweets arrived at the Jeffersonian at around 11:15 a.m. He knew Brennan was there because he called her to make sure. Walking towards her office, he looked around to make sure Booth wasn't around. Glad the agent wasn't there, Sweets tried for a nonchalant approach towards Brennan's office. When he got to the door, he saw that Brennan was consulting with Hodgins about something on a tray in the entomologist's hands.

"Dr. Brennan?" Sweets spoke with anapologetic tone. "May I speak you with you for a few minutes? It won't take long I assure you."

Surprised to see the psychologist in her office, Brennan turned to face him. "I have to leave in a few minutes, Dr. Sweets. What can I do for you?"

"I just have a few quick questions for you." Sweets moved closer to her desk and tried not to look at the bloody shoes on the tray. "Did you pick up Agent Booth yesterday for lunch?"

Puzzled, Brennan nodded her head. "Yes I did."

Sweets continued his questioning. "Did you pick him up after work and go to your place and watch a movie?"

"Yes. "

"The movie didn't end until after 10 p.m.?"

"Yes."

Sweeets was surprised that Brennan wasn't curious about what was going on. "Don't you want to know why I am asking you these questions?"

"Not at all." Brennan glanced at Hodgins and then back at Sweets. "I imagine this has to do with the mice you found in your apartment."

Not really surprised that she knew about the mice, Sweets frowned. "Uh . . . so I guess Agent Booth told you about that."

Brennann was not happy with Sweets at the moment. Not by a long shot. "Of course . . . Booth said you blamed him for some mice that were in your apartment. He told me that you probably would want to check out his alibi. Booth is very trustworthy Dr. Sweets. If he said he didn't do it, then he didn't do it. You must know by now that he is a very honorable man and he wouldn't do anything that would cause you pain or fear."

Hodgins, unable to resist interjecting himself into the conversation, placed the tray on the edge of Brennan's desk and turned to face the psychologist. "What's going on man? You have mice in your apartment? Do you want me to come over and catch them for you?"

"No, Dr. Hodgins." Sweets crossed his arms against his chest. "I hired an exterminator to come out and get rid of them for me. He said he would be by my apartment at around 11:45."

With a look of concern on his face, Hodgins shook his head. "An exterminator? You're kidding me right? Let me catch them for you Sweets. You don't have to hire someone to kill them. They're just mice. I can do it without killing them."

"No, that's okay." Sweets appreciated the offer, but he was going to stick with his plans. "The exterminator said he would catch them. He said since they didn't run from me, they may belong to someone and he shouldn't have any problems catching them. He also assured me that he didn't think he would have to kill them. Thanks for the offer though."

"Yeah, no problem." Hodgins picked up his tray and edgeed towards the office door. "I have to go Dr. B, I promised to meet Angela for lunch."

"Alright. I have to leave too." Brennan stared at Sweets and tapped her foot on the floor. "Do you have any more questions? I really do neeed to leave now."

Sweets knew that Brennan was irritated with him for questioning Booth's honesty. "Uh . . . no. Thanks, Dr. Brennan. I . . . uh . . . I have to go . . . Uh . . . you know I'm not really afraid of mice. I just don't want them in my apartment. No one would, you know."

"I know." Brennan wasn't afraid of mice, but she did know that they can carry disease. "Good-bye Dr. Sweets." Brennan walked around behind her desk, opened a drawer and pulled out her purse. Slinging it over her shoulder she strode by Sweets and left the room.

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Once the mice were gone, Sweets spent the afternoon cleaning his apartment. He changed the sheets on his bed and washed them in very hot water. He swept the floors and mopped them. He threw away the loaf of bread on his kitchen counter and all of the candy in his candy dish in the living room. He made sure that there was nothing edible out on the counters in the kitchen and then scrubbed the counters for good measure.

While he was working, he thought of his mother. She had always told him that a clean house was a mouse proof house. If the neighbors were really raising mice, then he would make sure that his apartment was not very enticing for mice. Hopefully this was the end of the mice problem. God he hoped so. Damn Booth. "Well to be honest with myself damn me for not being able to keep my mouth shut when I'm supposed to."

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