Ok, here is the final chapter of this story. I hope you like it.

I don't own Bones.

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Sweets was sitting in his office trying to completed some reports when Booth called him and asked him to come to Booth's office. Curious, Sweets told Booth to give him a few minutes and he would be right there.

As he entered Booth's office, Sweets observed Booth sitting behind his desk, Brennan standing next to Booth with her arms folded against her chest and two people were sitting in the chairs in front of Booth's desk with their backs toward the door. As soon as he was in the room, the two people turned around and looked at him. Surprised that Hodgins was one of the people, Sweets smiled at him. "Hi Doctor Hodgins." Not sure who the woman was sitting in the other chair, Sweets smiled at her and turned to face Booth and Brennan. "What's up?"

Booth glanced at Hodgins and then the woman before he turned his attention fully on the younger man. "Bones and I solved your mice problem, Sweets. The next time you're having weird problems, why don't you come to me and tell me about them instead of jumping to conclusions. I might be more inclined to help you if you asked for my help instead of accusing me of weird ass conspiracies."

Sweets reigned in his emotions and looked at Booth with an expressionless face. "What mice problem? I got rid of the mice in my apartment."

A smirk on his face, Booth shook his head. "And the stalker mouse?"

Clearly uncomfortable, Sweets clasped his hands in front of his waist. "What stalker Mouse?"

Amused, Booth laughed at his young friends bravado. "Save it Sweets. Max told me about seeing a big mouse following you from the Diner every morning when you walked to your car for the last few days. You don't really think something like that can be kept a secret in this town? You're lucky a reporter hasn't found out about it yet. If Max wasn't such a nosey son-of-a-bitch you would still be seeing the mouse every morning."

Clearly seeing that denial wasn't going to work, Sweets shrugged his shoulders. "Well, how could I come to you about it when I thought you may be behind it? You did threaten me you know . . . I am not a big believer in coincidence either. I thought if I just ignored the guy dressed up in the mouse costume, he might get tired of following me every morning and he would leave me alone sooner or later."

Shaking his head, Booth leaned forward on his desk. "Well lucky for you I believe in confronting a problem head on. Bones and I tracked down your mouse this morning and found out what's going on . . . Are you interested in finding out what Bones and I know about it or do you just want to keep pretending that everything is fine?"

Actually grateful, Sweets realized that Booth was really trying to help him. He also noticed that Brennan was getting more annoyed with every passing minute and that wasn't good for any of them. "Yeah, sure . . . What's going on?"

Glad that Sweets was finally getting with the program, Booth pointed at Hodgins and then at Sweets. "Okay Bug Boy . . . your turn."

Curiously, Sweets looked at Hodgins and knew that somehow Hodgins was up to his neck in this mess.

All eyes on him, Hodgins knew that he had their undivided attention. "You know Sweets, Angela always blamed you for breaking us up the first time. She said if you had kept your nose out our business we would have been together sooner."

Feeling defensive, Sweets was about to argue with Hodgins when Booth raised up his right hand. "Stop Sweets . . . Let Hodgins tell you everything and then you can comment."

Hodgins watched Sweets open his mouth and then close it. Satisfied that Sweets was willing to listen, Hodgins explained what was going on. "The other day, when you came into Dr. B's office you told Dr. B something that Booth clearly wanted to remain between you and him. You even said that you knew that you would be in trouble if you told Dr. B and you did it anyways. When I talked to Angela later that evening, I told her what you had done and man was she mad at you."

With a shake of his head, Hodgins continued. "She wanted to go over to your apartment and tell you off, but I talked her out it. I told her that you needed to learn a lesson about phobias and telling secrets that belong to someone else . . . We thought about what would get your attention and I remembered that you hate mice. I paid your landlord a thousand bucks to let me into your apartment to plant my mice in your bedroom . . . You know you scared me when you came in the next day and told Dr B that you had hired an exterminator. I raised those mice from pups. I got to thinking about my mice and I went over to your apartment and met your exterminator. By the way, that guy is a thief. He charged me one hundred dollars a piece to give me my mice back unharmed. He said he had overhead . . . That's big business for you, they could care less if they hurt anyone as long as they get their . . ."

"Stop!" Aggravated at the turn of the conversation, Brennan held up her hand. "Quit rambling, Dr. Hodgins. I have work to do and I can't do it if I have to stand here all day. Just tell Sweets what we agreed on."

Sheepishly, Hodgins hunched his shoulders and finished his story. "Yeah, okay . . . Anyways . . . I thought you had learned your lesson, but then you came by the lab and I heard you were trying to blame Booth for your mice problem. Angela said you hadn't learned a thing. She called Roxie and asked her to help us teach you a lesson."

Hearing her name, Roxie looked up at Sweets and waved. "I'm Roxie by the way."

Slowly shaking his head, Sweets turned to look at Hodgins.

With a grin, Hodgins patted his Angela's former lover on the knee. "Roxie agreed to follow you around in the morning dressed up as a mouse. She runs an art studio and I offered to fund her next opening if she would help us out . . . We wanted you to see that Booth may have a point about hating clowns like you have a point about hating mice. We also agreed that you need to learn to work on your impulsiveness and keep the secrets your supposed to." Finished, Hodgins watched to see how Sweets would handle the situation.

Stunned, Sweets sat down on the chair next to the door. "You're behind this whole mouse thing? . . . Hey . . . wait a minute. I didn't break up you and Angela. You did that to yourselves. I was trying to help you. You two played chicken and lost."

Not willing to concede Sweets' point, Hodgins stood up and glared at the younger man. "Like you were trying to help Booth? If you caused Booth and Brennan to break up, God help you. You think Angela's Dad can be vindictive? You have no idea who your messing with when it comes to the woman I love. Angela would make you wish you had never been born, Sweets . . . Accept this lesson for what it was. At least you get to walk away with all of your manly parts and no tattoos on your arms."

"Oh." Sweets quickly nodded his head. "Good point."

Booth sighed, "All of you get out of my office." He quickly turned towards Brennan. "I didn't mean you, Bones."

After the office was empty of the other visitors, Brennan leaned over and kissed her boyfriend. "I do need to leave now." She leaned over and whispered into his ear. "I may get home early tonight . . . I'd like to have intercourse . . . maybe multiple times if that's alright with you."

Ever willing to please his Bones, Booth grinned, "Oh, that can be arranged, Bones. Believe me, that is not a problem."

Happy that her plans for the night were going to come to pass, Brennan kissed him once more. "I do like living with you, Booth. I like it very much."

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