A/N: I love reading the reviews I get from you guys. Some of them are so sweet =] And I too, wish something like this would happen on the show, just because I need Brennan and Booth together. xD Thank you to everyone who Story Alerted(?) and Reviewed. =]
Chapter Seven:
"You're My Guy, Sweets"
Sweets had his mouth slightly open in shock, his mind still trying to process what he just walked in on, as he stared, searching for the words to say. The silence loomed over the three of them, seeming to last for hours, before Booth finally broke it.
"Her zipper was broken," he tried, gesturing towards his hands, which hadn't moved from the zipper on her skirt, "I was just, fixing it for her. Right, Bones?"
Even he couldn't help but let a small smile creep onto his lips as he told the obvious lie.
"Agent Booth, Doctor Brennan," Sweets managed to squeak out, not even responding to the horribly thought out zipper story, "can the two of you put your clothes back on and meet me back in my office?"
"Technically no ones clothes actually left their body," Brennan corrected him.
Sweets just nodded, his mouth still agape when he did. Brennan and Booth exchanged glances with each other, then looked at Sweets in a strange manor.
"Sweets!" Booth snapped him out of his trance, "close your mouth and get going."
"Right, right, sorry," Sweets apologized, leaving the office, but poking his head back through the door before he closed it behind him, "and when I said 'put your clothes on and meet me in my office', I didn't mean finish what you're doing here first, then put your clothes on and meet me in my office. I meant, now."
"Alright, Sweets," Booth waved him off with his hand as the psychiatrist closed the door behind him.
He turned his attention back to Brennan, who had tried desperately to conceal the disappointment in her eyes as he leaned down to press a soft kiss to her cheek.
"Later," he promised her, the one word bringing a slight smile to her lips, as they proceeded to fix their clothes and go try and smooth this little mishap out with Sweets.
When Brennan and Booth entered the office, they both expected to see the same shocked and flustered psychiatrist that they saw back in Booth's office, but they were both surprised when the baby faced shrink was sitting in his chair confidently, his back straight and a triumphant smile on his lips. They knew that by catching them, he felt like he'd won something.
"Don't look so cocky," Booth warned as he and Brennan took their normal seats on the couch, "you were going to find out eventually, so why not now?"
"And the probability of us getting caught by anyone was significantly higher, since there's so many people in this building," Brennan explained, "the fact that you happened to open the door was only a mere coincidence. It could have been anybody."
"Or nobody," Booth pointed out to her, "I would rather it have been nobody."
"Well yes, of course," she concurred, "nobody would have been nice."
Sweets was shocked by how calm they were, how they were having conversation about it like this was something that happened every day. He couldn't fathom why they were taking this so lightly, and that just sparked his interest about them even more.
"Guys!" He pulled them out of their conversation, "The two of you don't seem to be grasping what just happened in there."
Booth leaned forward a little and pressed his hands together, speaking in a voice in which one would speak to a child.
"Well, Sweets, I know this is hard for you to understand, but sometimes, when two grown ups like each other very much, they do 'grown up' things," he explained slowly.
"Your attempting to intimidate me so I'll let this incident go, Agent Booth," Sweets pointed out, "but I assure you, it's not going to be that easy. I just walked in on you two practically ripping each others clothes off! I'm not letting this one go."
"You know, Sweets, the only reason you even called us in here is so you could rub it in about how you were right, so just do it, and get it over with, so I can go home."
"I have to agree with Booth on this," Brennan added in, "I need to get my car."
Sweets let out a long, sigh, running his hands through his thick, dark hair.
"This is recent. You two moving to a different level in your relationship," Sweets told them, rather than asked.
"And why do you think that?" Booth asked out of curiosity.
"He's just guessing, Booth," Brennan reminded him.
"No, no, I am not just guessing," Sweets assured her, leaning forward a bit in his chair now, ready to explain, "I always knew you two had a sexual attraction towards each other, but today, it felt different. You were both showing great signs of anxiety. Doctor Brennan, I noticed, tugged nervously at her skirt a few times, Agent Booth was keeping his hands busy the entire session, which usually indicates nerves, and you two barely made eye contact until I forced you to. You both think you're better liars than you are. I could see how Doctor Brennan's eyes changed from bored to passionate when she looked at you. Usually, when she looks at you, I see love, and hope, but today, it was pure physical lust. Which is why, when I heard your office door close, I figured I'd come ask you about it, man to man. I knew she wanted you, but I didn't know you two were going to take each other right there in your office."
"Woah, woah, woah, simmer down, Sweets," Booth held his hand up to signal his silence, "now you're just jumping to conclusions. No one was 'taking' anybody. Bones told me that she just needed some," he paused, searching for the words she used.
"Skin contact," Brennan finished for him, "and I didn't say I 'needed' it, I said I wanted it. They have completely different meanings. I need food, water, and oxygen. I want skin contact."
"Well thank you for the English lesson, Bones, but from the way you threw me against that wall, you needed it," he smirked confidently.
"I threw you against the wall out of sexual frustration," she corrected him.
"Frustration?" He asked, slightly amused, "It's barely been two hours!"
Brennan went to fire a response back at him, but Sweets cut her off before she could.
"I think we're straying a little off topic," he informed them, "the point is, I'm going to have to tell Cullen about this."
"Oh, no you're not," Booth chuckled darkly, "I'll make damn sure of that."
"Are you threatening me, Agent Booth?"
"Of course I'm not. Just casually reminding you that I do carry a gun."
"Booth!" Brennan's voice was in a whisper as she elbowed him in the arm.
Booth glanced at her, his eyes slightly apologetic, until he looked back to Sweets.
"If you tell Cullen about this, Bones and I won't be able to work together anymore."
"Why not?" Brennan asked, this fact taking her by surprise as she looked at him.
"FBI rules, Bones," he reminded her, "you can't have a sexual relationship with your partner. If the good head shrinking doctor here tells Cullen, they'll assign both of us to new partners."
"That's completely unnecessary!" Brennan exclaimed, the subject hitting a nerve with her, "What does it matter if we have a physical relationship at home? It's not going to have any effect on the quality of our work. I'm still the best in my field and you're the best in yours."
"Well I didn't make the rules, I just follow them," he reminded her.
"But we're the center, Booth," she reminded him, "we're the center. And you promised you wouldn't let anything happen to our partnership. Our partnership means so much to me."
"This one is out of my hands, Bones," he told her, his voice slightly apologetic, "It's up to Sweets, whether he wants to tell Cullen and have our partnership severed, or keep it to himself. And I know he'll tell Cullen, because he's been out to get me since the first day the three of us met. He's been dying take my partner away, just to stick it to me."
"Agent Booth, I have absolutely nothing against you," Sweets assured him, confused as to why he was all of a sudden being open with him, "we may not always see eye to eye, but I wouldn't split you and Doctor Brennan up because of that. "
"Yeah, yeah, Sweets," he brushed off the heart-to-heart he was trying to have with him, "I know you're going to tell Cullen anyway, so just get it over with."
Sweets smoothed his tie down and let out a short sigh. They were teaming up again, trying to make him feel like the villain, and right then, he felt like they were right.
"Doctor Sweets, you're making a big mistake," Brennan told him simply.
"Bones, he's not going to listen to you," Booth informed her.
"Doctor Brennan, Agent Booth, this is nothing personal," he swore to them, "I wish I hadn't walked in on you two, but I did. And as a psychiatrist that works with the FBI, it's my-"
"Then don't be an FBI associate right now. Be a friend." Brennan said, her voice low and pleading.
Sweets looked as if he were considering it, giving Brennan and Booth a small ounce of hope.
"If he finds out, and knows that I knew, I could lose my job," he pointed out.
"If he finds out, Bones and I will assure him that you had no idea," Booth promised, "come on, Sweets. Twelve year olds love keeping secrets. Our secret, Sweets. Me, you, and Bones."
"Even though I'm not twelve, and don't really enjoy keeping secrets," Sweets started, "I'm willing to keep this incident to myself."
Booth and Brennan exchanged smiles before Booth turned back to Sweets.
"You're my guy, Sweets," he smiled, nudging Brennan in excitement with his elbow.
Sweets chuckled and shook his head at their excitement, having a feeling in the pit of his stomach that he did the right thing by keeping their relationship a secret. Who was he to ruin such a stellar partnership?
"You two can leave," he informed them.
"Great," Booth was upbeat and energized with relief now as he and Brennan stood from the therapist's couch and made their way out the door
Before Booth shut the door behind him, he stepped one foot back into the office
"Secret," he reminded him, "no one finds out. Not even mom."
"I assure you, nothing passes these lips," Sweets promised.
"You'd better hope not," Booth gave him his warning, followed by a friendly smile before he left the office.
