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Sweets sat on his couch in his office and stared at the coffee table in front of him trying to understand the last few days of his crazy life. Rubbing his forehead, he thought about what he'd done for the last few days and felt like a fool. "I'm used to them. I should be used to them. I know them. I know that they're so full of shit. Partners my ass. I knew better, but no, I have to run around like an idiot trying to protect Booth from himself. Ha, I bet he thought that was very funny seeing me trying to protect him from himself. I am such an idiot. I knew that Hannah was wrong. I knew it."

Berating himself, Sweets didn't hear his door open.

Clearing his throat, Hodgins interrupted the younger man's musings. "Hey, Sweets. I need to talk to you if that' okay."

Surprised to see Hodgins, Sweets squinted at the entomologist. "Booth is Brennan's fiancé."

Smiling sheepishly at the psychologist, Hodgins walked around the couch across from Sweets and sat down. "Yeah . . . um, how do you know?"

Not sure he wanted to talk to Hodgins, Sweets shrugged his shoulders. "I have my sources."

Crossing his arms against his chest, Hodgins realized that Sweets was upset. "I just found out yesterday. I wanted to warn you so you'd know that Booth is okay and not to worry about him. He's probably on cloud nine right now. I haven't seen him for several days, but I have seen the pictures on the internet. He and Dr. B are definitely okay."

Curious, Sweets gave the man a rather tired smile. "Did you see the ones where they're kissing at some club? Someone posted them on Dr. Brennan's fan site. That's how I finally put it together . . . I've been a fool and I made Booth look like a fool. I really am the twelve year old kid he thinks I am."

Hodgins felt sorry for Sweets, but he felt that he needed to bow out of the mess surrounding Booth and Brennan. "Look, you made a mistake. You . . . okay, we listened to some shit that we shouldn't have and it almost cost us a friendship with a stand up guy . . . I'm not interested in what they're up to. Now that I know they're a couple I'm backing off. They can take care of themselves. I'm not googling anything and I'm not going to look at fan sites. They deserve some privacy and I for one am going to give it to them."

Worried about his friends, Sweets sighed. "I think their forgetting about the non-fraternization rule. If Cullen finds out about this he's going to sever their partnership."

Shaking his head, Hodgins smiled. "I don't think so. Cullen and Caroline will find a way around it. They love Booth and the Director of the FBI love the solve rate that he and Dr. Brennan have. They won't mess with that. You can bet they're already rewriting the rule or they're just going to ignore it. No one is going to bust them up."

Sweets realized that Hodgins was right. "Yeah . . . I feel like an idiot though. Those two are so busy keeping their private lives private that they don't think to bother to let anyone know when something important is happening. I mean, here I was worried about Booth's PTSD and . . . " Startled, Sweets slapped his hand over his mouth. "I did not mean to say that. Please don't tell anyone I said that. I don't know what's wrong with me. It's like I don't have any control over my mouth what so ever when it comes to Booth. It's . . . it's crazy."

Amused that Sweets was so naive, Hodgins moved forward and sat on the edge of the couch. "Give me a break. Who in the world doesn't know he has PTSD? He's had it for as long as I've known him. I spotted the signs the first year we worked together. Do you know how many times he's threatened to kill me? The first year I worked with him we had a little accident at the Lab and we went into lock down. He told me and Zach that if he found out he was going to die he was going to take us out first. We were locked in that Lab and he was carrying a gun . . . He's a good guy, but still he has a temper and well . . . He can be a little . . . Um, intense. He's tries to control his temper, but screw with him or Dr B and . . . well . . ."

Sweets was sure that Booth was a great man, PTSD or not. "He'd never kill someone unless that person was evil in his eyes. You're safe and you should know that. He may have threatened to kill you, but there is no way he'd have done it. Most of his threats are empty threats. He just does that to control situations or to relieve some of the stress he's under. He's not dangerous unless you're dangerous. He isn't someone to screw with."

Hodgins nodded his head. "Yeah, well I know that . . . now. That first year we worked together I didn't know that and I took him pretty seriously, but we're friends now and he protects his friends. He's someone you really need on your side. He's probably the bravest man I know. I admire him."

Returning Hodgins smile, Sweets nodded his head. "You know . . . when you first met, that's what he wanted. If you were afraid of him then he didn't have to be friends with you. As far as I can tell, he doesn't have a lot of friends and that's what he wants. I mean he can charm anyone when he wants to and he has a lot of casual friends. I just don't think he trusts people enough to allow them actually to be close friends. If he considers you to be his friend then you earned to position."

Crossing his legs, Hodgins appreciated the compliment. "He may consider me a friend but we both know he only has one best friend and that's all he needs. He and Dr. B have been best friends for a long time. Probably since the Gravedigger kidnapped her and me. That's why I couldn't understand his hooking up with Hannah in Afghanistan. I mean one minute he and Dr. B are best buds then the next thing I know they run away from each other. Then, he comes back and he has a girlfriend. Booth was kidding himself. He thought he could just conjure up someone to replace Dr. B, but I knew that there was no way that was going to last. Booth wants only one woman in this world and it's not Hannah or any other woman . . . . I guess he's got what he wants now and I'm happy for him and her. I just wish they would announce it. All of this cloak and dagger stuff has caused nothing but trouble."

A little frustrated with Booth and Brennan, Sweets leaned forward and lowered his voice. "You know . . . they need a lesson. Both of them need a lesson on how to treat their friends."

Shaking his head, Hodgins' eyes widened in fear. "Uh uh . . . nope count me out."

Sweets clasped his hands on his knees and frowned at his friend. "Well what do you want to do about it? . . . Nothing? . . . Really?"

Certain it was better to let Booth alone, Hodgins leaned back against the couch. "Yes really. They're engaged. They didn't start this mess. Daisy was the one who started the rumor train and we all jumped on it feet first. Booth and Dr. B obviously wanted to keep their relationship a secret and we blew that out of the water. They were doing what they always do. They were keeping us all at arms length. It's what they do. Of course, I don't think either one of them realize just how much social media plays in people's lives now. They really need to stop kissing each other in public. Every time they do it, someone with a smart phone takes their picture and downloads it onto Facebook or tumblr or Twitter. Heck, every fan of Dr. B must know she's engaged by now. Their secret is a lost cause."

"Yeah." Sweets still felt foolish and he hoped Booth would forgive him for all the grief he'd caused the man. "Yeah, you're right. This whole thing got out of hand because we were too busy listening to gossip instead of minding out own business. It will be interesting to see what happens when Cullen and Caroline find out about their engagement."

Worried that Sweets was going to interfere, Hodgins stood up. "You aren't going to tell them are you? I think you shouldn't. They'll find out soon enough and when they do I think it will turn out alright, but still there is a small possibility that it won't. I'm telling you if the FBI severs their relationship, those two are going to be hard to live with. I'd rather not have to deal with that right now."

In agreement, Sweets nodded his head. "Don't worry about it. I won't say anything. I've embarrassed myself enough as it is and poor Booth . . . God . . . I could have ruined his career."

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Caroline, busy working on the Smythe case, heard her phone ring. Absently answering it, she continued to read her report. "Caroline Julian."

"Mom, you'll never guess what I found out. Agent Booth is engaged to Temperance Brennan the author. Don't they work together?"

Shocked, Caroline exclaimed, "Merde!"

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A/N: merde translates to shit.