"Okay, Dr. Sweets, you look good here." Sweet's doctor smiled as he moved away from the uncomfortable man. "I think your all set to leave the hospital. You are going home with some of your friends?"

"Yeah, Agent Booth and Dr. Brennan are taking me in intill I'm work ready." Sweets smiled, sitting up in bed.

"Well that might be a while. You are out of the woods but you still have a lot of healing to do. If I release you, you have to keep taking your painkillers and your antibodics if you don't want to get an infection but besides that, you're good to go. Now, I know you want to walk out of here and your walking has gotten much better but I want to the ride in a wheelchair intill you're back to your full strength."

"But-"

"Dr. Sweets," The doctor scolded, "you almost collapsed this morning after two laps, you're riding in the wheelchair or you're not leaving!"

"Fine." Sweets groaned through bared teeth.

"Okay then, I'll go get your discharge papers while you call your friends to pick you up." The doctor nodded at him and Sweets picked up his phone and called Brennan.

Thirty minutes later he was ready to leave. He was sitting in his up in his hospital bed, waiting for Brennan to show up and bring him home when who else but Booth shows up.

"Booth? B-but I called Brennan." Sweets gulped, looking at Booth with wide eyes.

"Yeah, and she told me to come get you." Booth said with crossed arms. "You ready?"

"Yeah, you got my stuff at your house?"

"Picked it up the other day."

"Thanks." Sweets broke any sort of eye contact he had with the agent and slid out of bed before walking slowly over to his wheelchair and sliding in.

"Still having trouble walking?" Booth asked and Sweets nodded slightly. "Okay then, come on, kid." Booth walked over and started to push him. It wasn't long before they got over to Booth's car. Booth put a hand on Sweets arm to help in get into the car and he immediately felt Sweets muscles tense under his touch. "It's okay, Sweets, I'm just helping you get into the car."

Booth helped Sweets get in and before folding up the wheelchair. He got into the drivers seat and started the car up. He looked over at Sweets. He had his arms crossed protectively over his chest and was leaning against the passenger side window, looking uncomfortable. Booth felt his gut stir.

"Sweets, you know I'm not gonna hurt you, right?" Booth looked over at him with the softest look he could muster up.

"Yeah, I know that... It's just... Just give me some time, okay? The monster from my nightmares came back and attacked me... all I need is a little bit of time, okay?" Sweets rubbed his soar neck and bit his lip.

"Okay... I just want you to know if you need to talk... we are all here for you."

"I know... I'm just... not ready."

"Okay."

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"Uncle Sweets?" A tiny voice whispered through the darkness. Sweets ignored the voice and tried to slip back into sweet, sweet sleep. That did not happen. "UNCLE SWEETS!"

"What?" He groaned, peaking his eyes open to look at the smilely Christine.

"Mommy say it's time for you to take your medicines." Christine rocked back and forth on her feet, looking like the picture of innocence.

"Okay..." Sweets groaned, sitting up.

"Why have you been falling asleep on the couch?"

"Because I'm resting and your parents wanted me to be entertianed."

"You sleep a bunch."

"I know."

"Why?"

"Christine, where is your Mommy?" Sweets gave the child the sweetest smile he could muster.

"She is getting your medicines." Christine smiled back.

"I'm right here!" Brennan said, walking in with his antibodics. "Christine, don't bother your Uncle Sweets."

"I wasn't!" The girl pouted and the two adults exchanged glances.

"Okay, Christine."

"Are you ready to practice walking?" Christine asked as Sweets swollowed his medicine.

"I think so. Are you going to help me again?" Sweets smiled, swinging his feet around and putting his feet on the floor.

"Yes." Christine grabbed his hand as he stood up.

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God, it hurt. It hurt so bad. He was sweating perfusely through his shirt and his hairline was soaked. His legs hurt and felt like they had been dipped in scalding oil, burning like they had caught fire. His body was crying out for him to stop, aching and screaming for him to just sit down. Sweets was so tired he thought he may fall over.

"Come on, Uncle Sweets, just a little more." Christine cooed softly at him, squeezing his hand and anchoring him back to earth.

"I- I-" Sweets wheezed before hobbling over to the couch and basicly collasping onto it.

"That was real good, Uncle Sweets, you almost made past three laps." Christine gave him a sweet smile.

"Thanks, Christine." Sweets coughed out of his dry lungs.

"Water?" Brennan handed him the glass and Sweets readily excepted. "How did he do today, Christine?"

"He did good. He almost made it past three laps." Christine held up three fingers as she proclaimed that, as if to illistrate her piont.

"That's great to hear! Booth will be pleased to hear this. You'll be back to work within a month at this rate." Brennan grinned and clasped her hands together.

"Great." Sweets muttered, though there was an almost sarcastic tone to his voice.

"Christine, why don't you go take a bath before dinner?" Brennan smiled at her daughter, who nodded and scittered off quickly. She turned to Sweets. "I'm not good at picking up on other peoples emotions but something seems to be bothering you. Do you not want to get back at work as soon as possible?"

"Yes...! No! Not really, I mean... everyone knows what happened and... I don't want to be looked at like a victim or as weak and... I'm worried that that's how I'll be treated and looked at... maybe it's time that I... move on." Sweets rubbed the back of his sweaty neck.

"Move on?" Brennan asked, her voice a gasp.

"Well, yeah, I mean I was only supposed to work with the FBI for a little bit. I was called in because of my paper on the effects of job stress and now... I'm just a profiler and... well I like the work I did when I went on sabatical after Pelant... used my works against us. I still get offers sometimes from Psychology practices, maybe it's time, you know?" Sweets bit his lip and looked down at the ground as if it held the answers to all his problems.

"But... what about us? We are your family, Sweets. You're part of our team now." Brennan gave him a sad look. She felt a pang deep in her chest.

"I know that... I'd keep in touch, promise." Sweets tried to give her a smile, but it gave her no comfort.

"No, you wouldn't. You didn't the last time, and you wouldn't if you did it again." Brennan look had now turned harsh and cold.

"Look, I'm only thinking about it. I might not even do it, okay?" Sweets snapped tiredly and rolled over to face away from her. "I'm tired." It was clear that Sweets was done talking and Brennan sighed, walking off with a shake of the head.

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"He is thinking of leaving the FBI."

"What?" Booth asked, looking over to his wife, perplexed by her words. She was standing at the sink, scrubbing furiously at a dish as if the dish killed a puppy infront of her.

"Sweets. He wants to leave the FBI."

"What!" Booth groaned and ran a hand across his face. "Didn't we already go over this with him?"

"Yes, but if he goes this time, I don't think we will get him back." Brennan sighed and sat the dish back into the sink. "Am I wrong for thinking badly of this? He could be happier at a practice with other psychologists. With his intelligence and credencials he could potientially make a lot of money."

"That doesn't matter, Bones, he is a part of this team whether he likes it or not." Booth shook his head. "I'm not losing him again. You have to talk some sense into him."

"Me? Why me?"

"He won't listen to me, Bones, you gotta do it."

"Fine..." She sighed,uncrossing her arms and biting her lip softly.

"But for now... lets get you to bed, alright, you look tired." Booth smiled and gave her a kiss on her cheek. She returned the kiss, but on his lips.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

And the plot thickens, sort of. I got Sweets out of the hospital, thats something, right? XD And I gave you a nice little fluff piece in the middle there to balance out the other stuff XD lol REVIEW MEH DUCKYS! :D