A/N: As a bonus and because I want to try to finish this story before September 25, I am posting this chapter today.

Now to shake everyone up some more: I told you in chapter 10 not to jump to conclusions. You should know by now, I never write anything in a straight line. Where would be the fun in that?

I don't own Bones.

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As soon as their guest had left, Booth stood up and started to pace, "Bones, he's wrong about Cam. I know he is."

Sitting on the couch, watching her husband pace with balled fists, Brennan interrupted him, "I think you're right, Booth."

Surprised, Booth stopped and stared at Brennan, "Really?"

Standing, Brennan walked over to where Booth was standing and placed her hands on his waist, "Yes. I think there is a better candidate than Cam."

Relieved, Booth placed his arms around her and moved her into a close embrace, "Thank you, Bones. I know you don't really trust gut instinct but I know I'm right."

His arms like a security blanket, Brennan closed her eyes and breathed in the scent of her husband. She'd missed him so much while he'd been gone and she couldn't help but want to be held by him as much as possible. "I don't think you'll like who I think it is any better, Booth."

Leery, Booth took a deep breath and asked, "Who do you think it is?"

Releasing him and moving away from him so she could look at his face, Brennan replied, "I think it's Sweets."

Shaking his head slowly, Booth protested, "No . . . why?"

"Well if we look at it logically, you'll see why." Moving over to the couch, Brennan sat down and patted the couch next to her, "Sweets was assigned to us after you arrested Dad. The FBI wanted to see if we could work together after Dad was incarcerated."

Sitting next to Brennan, Booth sat at an angel and placed his hand on her knee, "Right."

Relieved that he was listening to her, Brennan frowned, "He studied us and met with us twice a week up until Dad's trial. After the trial he became your profiler so every case we worked on was available to him."

Shrugging his shoulders, Booth reminded her, "His becoming our profiler was my idea not his."

Accepting that, Brennan nodded her head, "Yes, I think that's when he became the mole. I have no idea what leverage was used to turn him but I think it was done then."

His hand squeezing her knee, Booth asked, "I need to know what's your proof Bones."

Nodding her head, Brennan complied, "I don't have proof, Booth. Everything I'm going to say is anecdotal. You know I prefer solid evidence but like the CIA and the NSA I don't have any. All I have is speculation and logic."

Releasing her knee, Booth leaned into the corner of the couch and encouraged her, "Alright, I understand. Just tell me why you think the mole is Sweets because I'm having a hard time believing he would betray me or anyone else."

"Do you remember when you were shot by Pam Nunan and the FBI faked your death?" Watching him rub the area of his chest where his scar existed from that incident, she nodded her head, "Yes of course you do. I was supposed to be notified that you were alive but I wasn't. I was quite angry with you and didn't hide that fact."

"Yeah, I know. Sweets was supposed to tell you and he didn't." Lowering his hand, Booth said, "That's old news though. He said it was for security reasons which was utter bullshit by the way."

Unhappy with the whole situation, Brennan ignored his interruption, "What you don't know is that it was all part of an experiment to see how I would react when I heard that you were dead. At least that's what I surmised was going on at the time. I thought that he wanted to observe my emotional state for that book he was writing about our partnership."

Angry, Booth inhaled sharply, "That son-of-a-bitch. Why didn't you tell me?"

Placing her hand on his thigh, Brennan kept her voice even, "I didn't want you to hurt him and you might have if you'd thought he'd done what he did so he could use it for a book. As it was you wanted me to hit him and I didn't want to take the risk. I was certain that if either of us had harmed him then our partnership would have been severed."

"I don't see why this makes him the mole." His knee starting to bob up and down a little, Booth remarked, "Sure he was unethical but that doesn't mean he was working for someone. He was twelve and kids do stupid things. I mean it pisses me off that he did that but he was just a kid."

Certain she was correct, Brennan continued, "I've come to the conclusion that the reason he didn't tell me that you were dead was twofold. Yes, he was writing a book about our relationship and he really was interested in the data he was collecting but I think this was his first attempt to break up our partnership. He knew that I didn't trust very many people and that to break a trust with me was something I wasn't likely to forgive. If he truly was just interested in his book and nothing else, I believe he would have told me before the funeral but he didn't. By not telling me he was risking our partnership and his project. He had to know that."

"Wait, first attempt." A coldness spreading down his back, Booth shook his head, "What do you mean the first attempt?"

Aware that her husband was becoming angry again, Brennan pressed her hand on his knee, "After we started our relationship, you told me that after your brain surgery Sweets tried to prove to you that you weren't in love with me. You said that you wanted to tell me that you were in love with me but he put a lot of doubt into your mind and you started to think it was possible he was right. I don't think you telling me you loved me would have made a difference at the time but that is beside the point. He sowed doubt about your intentions towards me which affected our partnership, so that was his second attempt to end our partnership or at least damage it. The third time he tried to break us up was after he finished his book and we pointed out the fallacies of his book. His project was complete and he prodded you to press your case with me. One minute he's telling you that you aren't in love with me and then miraculously he thinks you are in love with me and you should do something about it. He wanted you to press your intentions with me. He knew that I was too afraid to move our relationship forward and he influenced you to ask me to have a relationship with you anyways. I wasn't ready and when you asked me I panicked. It influenced what happened later including me going to the Maluku dig. The effect of my leaving is that you felt that you had nothing to stay for and you went to Afghanistan. What he did was disrupt our partnership. As it turns out it wasn't permanent but it could have been because the result was, you met Hannah and tried to move on with her."

Embarrassed, Booth sighed, "I should have ignored my feelings and waited. I knew I was wrong when I pushed you but I just let my frustrations get to me."

Shaking her head, Brennan corrected him, "Sweets had studied us for his book and he knows what our insecurities are and he knows how to manipulate you under certain circumstances." Seeing him open his mouth to protest, Brennan lifted her hand to forestall him, "He knows how to manipulate people, Booth. It's what he's good at. The fourth time he tried to break up our partnership, he influenced you into asking Hannah to marry you. You told me that Sweets said that he was going to get married to Daisy and that somehow you felt that you needed to do the same thing with Hannah. He manipulated some how. I've thought about it and I really do believe that. The fact that Hannah refused your proposal was the bug in his ointment. He probably thought she'd say yes."

"He really wanted to marry, Daisy, Bones. He just . . ." Staring across the room, Booth thought about it. "No, we know that's wrong. He never intended to marry Daisy. On the day he was going to move in with her he broke up with her. He. . . ."

Watching him grind his teeth, Brennan patted his knee, "We can't prove that any of the things he did was intentional and that he was trying to end our partnership, Booth. I am merely speculating . . . using my gut."

Clasping her hand, Booth turned his attention back towards Brennan, "It makes more sense than Cam. I can't fault anything you said. . . . God, I hate this. I . . . I adopted him as my little brother. I . . . I loved him more that my own brother. I . . . I don't want it to be true. I know what you said sounds convincing but I really hope you're wrong. I think . . ."

Closing his eyes, Booth shook his head, "Who ever this puppet master is, I want him, Bones. If its true, I don't know how he got Sweets to do what he wanted him to do but I'm telling you I want whoever is behind this dead. If he was standing right here in this house, I'd kill him and not worry about the consequences. He's used people to try to destroy our partnership and when that failed he tried to kill me. His plans fell through because I killed his assassins so he tried to have me killed in prison. That failed so God knows what he's going to try next."

Anger flaring up, Brennan grabbed Booth's hand, "You should have told me that someone tried to kill you in prison, Booth."

Realizing he'd reminded her of something he'd wanted her to forget, Booth shook his head and lied, "I wasn't in danger. I stopped the attacks and Max Boyer . . . well Miles Reed had someone kill them. They never laid a hand on me. I'm a Ranger for God's sake. Those idiots never had a chance."

Angry, Brennan began, "Booth . . . "

Capturing her hands, Booth leaned over and kissed her, "Nothing happened, Bones."

Hearing running feet coming towards them, Booth turned his head and saw his daughter burst into the room, "Daddy, why you in here? Come play with me."

Standing, Booth scooped up his wet daughter and laughed, "Mommy probably doesn't want you dripping water all over the place, Baby." Feeling his shirt becoming damp from his daughter's drenched bathing suit, Booth walked towards the back of the house, "Come on, let's go back outside."

Max, entering the living room, threw up his hands, "She's quick. She ran into the house before I could dry her off."

Standing, Brennan smiled, "Don't worry about it, Dad. I'll wipe up the water."

Carrying his daughter through the kitchen and back outside, he lowered her to the ground once they were on the patio. Stripping off his soggy shirt and then his shoes and socks, Booth ran over to the sprinkler and ran around it. Christine, laughing, chased her father around the sprinkler shrieking, "I'm going to get you, Daddy."

Watching his granddaughter and son-in-law playing around the sprinkler, Max smiled.

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