I included both Booth and Brennan in this chapter. The separate chapters were too short to do them separately, but necessary chapters.
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BOOTH
FBI Interrogation Room
"So Gene, are you going to tell us what really happened the night the horses went missing?" Booth questioned leaning over the table trying to intimidate the guy.
Gene looked extremely nervous. His hands were shaking, "I didn't do it!" he said clearly.
Booth looked at him with a questioning glance, "You need to give me a little more than 'I didn't do it' most of the people that come into this room say that."
Gene leaned back in his chair, "Two men approached me at the gate of the farm early in the evening before the horses were taken." Gene stated, "They wanted to see the horses in the barn. We usually let people come in as long as they are escorted by someone." He continued, "Rebecca, one of the grooms, showed them around."
"Would you be able to describe these men?" Brennan questioned. Booth knew where she was going with this. If Gene could describe them well enough Angela could make sketches and they could get these men in custody.
Gene sighed, "Possibly, they wore sunglasses. It was sunny the day they came."
"So you saw them leave but no one returned that night?" Booth asked sitting back in his chair.
Gene shook his head, "That's right. We have a back entrance to the barn. It's gated though."
There was a knock on the mirrored window. Booth looked up mentioning to Brennan to follow him, "We'll be right back, Mr. Franks." Booth and Brennan headed to the viewing room where Sweets was standing.
"What's up Sweets?" Booth asked as he closed the door behind them.
Sweets looked up from the monitor, "The way this man sits back in his seat and opens up his arms when he talks to you is indication that he is telling the truth." Sweets observed.
"You're going to get that just from body language?" Brennan questioned in disbelief.
Sweets looked at Brennan, "Dr. Brennan I have proven my skills have come through multiple times."
"I believe Sweets," Booth jumped in, "I'm not getting anything from him."
Brennan looked at Booth, "You said he was hinky."
"Yes, which I was right because he was hiding something which he came clean about." Booth explained himself to Brennan, "Right?" he challenged looking from Brennan to Sweets.
Brennan folded her arms and nodded, "That would be correct."
"Alright, I'm going to ask Gene a few more questions. Bones you want to call Angela and get her over here to do some sketches?" he asked.
"Booth, it's late in the evening." Brennan said mentioning to her shiny watch on her left wrist, "She has a child to take care of."
"Do you want to solve this case or not?" Booth challenged getting annoyed, "I would like to get dinner but we still have a horse thief and murder on the loose."
Brennan pulled her phone out of her jacket pocket, "Sure..." she said feeling taken back, "You don't have to get all cranky."
"I'm not cranky." He objected heading for the door. Brennan called Angela. Once Angela agreed to head over Brennan hung up the phone.
BRENNAN
Brennan watched Booth head out the door back into the interrogation room before looking over at Dr. Sweets, "Dr. Sweets why doesn't Booth wear his garish socks and cocky belt buckle anymore?" Brennan blurted out randomly once her and Sweets were alone.
"Why do you think?" Sweets asked back leaning up against one of the monitors.
Brennan looked at him, "How is that question pertinent?"
"What do the socks and belt buckle represent?" Sweets asked trying a different approach of the question.
Brennan thought for a quick moment, "A way to declare distinctiveness in a par militarist organization."
"Which is?" Sweets asked again. Brennan used to be extremely annoyed with how Sweets would keep asking questions. She was starting to understand that it was as Sweets put it a therapeutic method.
"A maverick or a free thinker who possesses leadership qualities," Brennan started, "They could be characterized as strong and assertive leaders that show these qualities through declaration like garish socks or a cocky belt buckle," Brennan rattled off personality qualities, "Alpha male qualities." Brennan finally pondered, "How is that relevant?"
Sweets pushed himself off of the monitor, "What if Agent Booth doesn't believe he possesses those qualities anymore?"
Brennan shook her head, "That's highly improbable."
"He's been on desk duty for a year or so." Sweets pointed out, "You two had a high crime solving rate. Now you two are struggling to solve this case. The particular incident that occurred to him is an obvious hit to his ego. Now he went from the top dog to pushing paper."
"That analogy doesn't make sense but I see your point." Brennan proceeded, "It's a good point nevertheless."
Sweets smiled. That was something he never thought he would hear from Dr. Brennan.
"How do you suggest he go about fixing it?" Brennan questioned suddenly interested in what he had to say. It didn't mean that she would take his advice but she knew that it would spare his feelings if she took it into consideration.
Another point he never thought Dr. Brennan would admit, "He needs to return to alpha status. He needs to do more alpha male activities."
"I wanted him to teach me to aim a fire arm more accurately so I could assist in the field." Brennan suggested.
"How about you go about that without the last part?" Sweets suggested.
"Why?" Brennan asked back.
Sweets exhaled loudly, "Dr. Brennan it's not always about you." He stated. He knew it was harsh but he had to put it out there. He knew she would understand.
"So just have him teach me so he could feel more manly?" she confirmed. She wasn't really sure that was what he wanted her to do.
Sweets pointed a finger at her, "Exactly!" he boomed, "Now you're starting to understand."
"You don't need to get too enthusiastic, Dr. Sweets." Brennan concluded stepping back from an excited Dr. Sweets.
"Have you and Agent Booth talked about your past feelings for each other?" Sweets asked. He might as well put it out there.
"We're done here." Brennan assured him turning on her heel of her leather boots before heading out the door.
Brennan headed out the door down to Booth's office. He looked up when he saw her enter, "Did you get a hold of Angela?" he asked looking down at the screen of his computer before looking back up at Brennan confused, "Where were you?" he asked, "I thought you were following me out."
"I had a question to ask Sweets." Brennan admitted truthfully. She knew trying to cover up her conversation with Sweets was useless on Booth. He would know the second the lie was out.
He raised an eyebrow at Brennan, "You asked Sweets a question?" he asked interested in Brennan's meaning, "I thought you thought that Sweets advice was what is the word you use? Illogical? Irrational?" he mocked jokingly of course.
"Usually I would call it that. I still consider it a soft science of course." Brennan began, "But after seeing Sweets work with us for the past couple years and succeed, I learned that I should take some of his advice into consideration." Brennan added sitting down in the chair across from Booth's desk, "One thing I learned while I was in Ethiopia was that I should be more open minded." Brennan confessed leaning her head on her hand, "I will confess that it is difficult but I am attempting."
Booth smiled, he knew how hard it was for Brennan to be more opened mind to certain things. He also knew it was even harder for her to admit it out loud.
"Well Angela might be a while. Would you like to go grab dinner?" Booth asked shutting one of the steel gray file cabinets that was in the back of his office, "I'm starving. I could also use a drink." Booth admitted.
"Founding Fathers?" she asked shaking her bangs out with her hand, "My treat?"
Booth smiled, "How did you know?" he asked grabbing his keys off of his desk, "I'll drive."
I promise a longer chapter when I update next time. Please R&R, I would appreciate it!
