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Time slowly slipped by and Booth was unaware of it. He had sat in his chair unmoving and sad for over an hour when Sweets had wandered into his office and sat down across from his desk. Clearing his throat several times, Sweets had finally stood up and walked around Booth's desk and put his hand on Booth's shoulder.
Startled, Booth jerked away from Sweets' touch and said, "What the Hell, Sweets. Next time warn me the next time you're in the room with me. I could break your neck like a twig."
Frowning, Sweets said, "Why would you do that?"
Sighing, Booth said, "You're a trained psychologist and you don't know better than to touch a war veteran when he's tuned out? Really?"
Concerned Sweets said, "Are you having a problem? Is that shooting yesterday of the bank robber causing you to flash back to Iraq or Afghanistan?"
Shaking his head, Booth said, "Hell no. I'm not doing that. I just meant that I'm an ex-Army Ranger. Sneaking up on me is dangerous. I could break your neck before you could count to two. Get it?"
Nodding his head, Sweets said, "I guess I do. I really didn't sneak up on you, Booth. I sat in that chair for about five minutes and cleared my throat a few times. You just didn't pay attention to me and I got concerned. I'd understand if you're upset about killing that bank robber yesterday. I know you hate that."
Sighing, Booth turned his chair around and faced the glass wall of his office. Putting his hands on his desk, Booth looked at them and said, "That bank robber got what he deserved. I don't give a shit about what happened to him. If you have to stick your nose in my business then at least find out what it is before you get all shrinky on me."
Walking back around Booth's desk, Sweets sat on the chair across from Booth and asked, "Ok, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have made the assumption that killing someone yesterday bothered you. I've only been working with you for ten years; but, I guess that doesn't count for anything."
Smirking, Booth said, "Don't act like a little girl Sweets. I'm upset about Sherry."
Puzzled, Sweets said, "Who's Sherry?"
His eyes widening, Booth stared at Sweets and said, "Caroline's daughter, Sherry. Don't you know what happened this morning?"
Shaking his head, Sweets said, "I've been with patients all morning. What happened to Sherry?"
Looking down at his hands again, Booth said, "Sherry was killed in a traffic accident this morning. She was burned alive."
Feeling sick, Sweets said, "Oh my God."
Nodding his head, Booth said, "If she hadn't been wearing her damned seat belt she could have been saved."
Jerking his head, Sweets said, "Booth, seat belts save more lives than is cause of death. That kind of thing is just a freak happening. If someone hit her car hard enough to cause it to catch on fire and she hadn't been wearing her seat belt then she would probably would have been thrown through her windshield."
Raising his right fist and striking it against his desk, Booth said, "Well, I'd rather die of a broken neck than being burned alive you idiot."
Throwing his hands up, Sweets said, "Whoa, don't you think you're being a little personal? I didn't say anything to warrant being called an idiot."
Calming down, Booth said, "Why did you come in here, Sweets? You're my profiler not my therapist."
Looking at Booth's clenched fists, Sweets said, "I just wanted to make sure you were doing ok after shooting that bank robber yesterday. I told you."
Licking his lips, Booth said, "I don't give a damn about the bank robber Sweets. Now even if you don't have work to do, I do."
Seeing the anger on Booth's face, Sweets said, "Ok, you're not upset about yesterday. That's good. Uh, if you want to talk about Sherry, I can stay or you can see me in my office."
Sighing, Booth rubbed the his forehead and said, "I don't need your help about anything Sweets. Go find someone else to bug."
Standing, Sweets continued to look at Booth's clenched fists and said, "If you won't talk to me then talk to someone else. You really need to do that Booth."
Ignoring Sweets, Booth picked up a form and started to read it.
Sweets realizing he was talking to thin air, turned around and left Booth's office.
Booth, looking up and watching Sweets leave, sighed looked back down at the form in his hand and tried to concentrate.
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