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Entering the kitchen, Brennan noticed that Booth was standing next to the counter. Ingredients for making pancakes were on the counter but she didn't see a mixing bowl. Walking over to where he was standing, she pulled a mixing bowl from the cabinet above her, "Booth one of our bowls is missing, have you started a batter already?"

Embarrassed, Booth shook his head, "I accidentally broke the bowl."

Carrying the bowl over to her husband, she kissed him and then handed him the bowl. "If you'll start the batter, I'll cut up some fruit. We can have our meeting over breakfast. I checked on Christine and she's still asleep. She'll probably sleep for another hour or two."

Taking the bowl, Booth noticed the slight shake in his hand and sighed, "Sounds good."

Max, trying to be of use, set the table for the four of them while Hodgins observed all of the activity, "What should we do about Sweets? We don't really know if it's him. We're just guessing and there's a chance we're wrong."

Measuring his ingredients for his batter carefully, Booth responded, "Not to mention the CIA thinks it's Cam."

Almost chocking on his sip of coffee, Hodgins started to cough. Concerned Max hit the top of the man's back a few times.

Clearing his throat, Hodgins asked, "The CIA? The CIA is involved?"

Pouring milk into his dry ingredients, Booth answered, "Afraid so. They've been involved for a long time." Stirring the batter a few times, he placed the bowl on the counter and leaned against it. Staring at the batter he told Hodgins and Max what Miles Reed had told Brennan and him the day before.

Stunned, Hodgins shook his head slowly, "I knew this was a mess but . . . the CIA and the NSA?" Rubbing his forehead, the entomologist felt a tightness in his chest that made him slightly nervous. "Okay. . . Okay, this is a good thing not a bad thing. This means we aren't alone in this. We have some help. . . We do have help right?"

Keeping his hands on the counter, Booth looked at Hodgins, "Yeah, we do. They're scared shitless over at the CIA and NSA. They want to find out whoever is behind this mess and stop him. I have a feeling they won't care how the guy is stopped either."

Snorting, Max sat down next to Hodgins and sipped some coffee from his mug, "A bullet through the guy's brain would solve a lot of problems for a lot of people."

Angry, Booth protested, "I am not a murderer. When I catch that guy he is going to stand trial for what he did. I want to be there, in the observation room, when the Federal government kills his sorry ass."

Carrying a bowl of fruit over to the table, Brennan placed it on the center of the table and came back to where Booth was standing. Picking up the bowl, she stirred the batter for a few times, "We still have to decide how to handle Cam and Sweets. Personally I think we should limit who we bring into our group. Cam and Sweets are both suspects but there is a possibility that they may not be the mole and the real mole may be someone else that we have trusted in the past. If we aren't careful our trust may be used against us."

Nodding his head, Booth took out his griddle and placed it on the stove. Letting it heat up, Booth watched Brennan continue to mix the batter, "We need to bring Angela and Caroline into our group and leave it at that. We're going to have to be careful around Cam and Sweets and I guess everyone else and make sure that we don't let on what we're really up to."

Handing the bowl to Booth, Brennan continued, "We will of course have to let Cam and Sweets know a little of what we are up to or they will become suspicious of our intentions. We need to make sure that no one outside of our group knows that we are being helped by the CIA or the NSA. It would be better if it looks like we're investigating on our own."

Holding up his hand, Hodgins cleared his throat, "I hate to ask this but I really have to, how do we know we can trust Caroline?"

His anger flaring up, Booth carefully placed his bowl down on the counter next to the stove and turned to stare at Hodgins. His breathing rough and his face a mask of anger, everyone in the room was aware that Booth was on the edge of an explosion.

Placing her hand on Booth's arm, Brennan said, "Booth, it's a legitimate question."

Staring at Brennan's hand, Booth struggled to control his anger, "Caroline isn't the mole. There is no way she's the mole. Hodgins might as well say you or Angela is the mole. If I can't trust Caroline then I can't trust anyone, do you understand? I can't suspect everyone, I just can't do it. It's bad enough that the CIA suspects Cam and everyone else suspects Sweets. I have to have . . . Everyone is asking me to suspect people that I love and . . . My world can't be this screwed up. It just can't be. I'd trust Caroline with my life. Hell I think I have. She wouldn't allow someone to try to kill me, she just wouldn't and neither would Cam and I really can't see Sweets doing it either. I swear we're missing something. I just . . . we're missing something."

Gripping his arm, Brennan spoke softly, "Booth, we'll continue to have Angela go through the data that we got from Wesley Foster. Maybe she can find out who the FBI mole is using the data. We need to find a way to prove who the mole is. You're right we need hard evidence but it's going to take time. In the mean time, our group will consist of us, Dad, Hodgins, Angela and Caroline. I don't believe that Caroline would ever betray you either. She loves you and she would never put your life in jeopardy. She worked very hard trying to help you while you were in prison but the Director of the FBI and the Attorney General stopped all of her efforts. She was actually suspended from her job for over a month. She didn't get her job back until the day you were released from prison. I think it is safe to say she is an ally not an enemy."

Relieved, Booth's anger evaporated. "Thanks Bones." Kissing her he turned and picked up his bowl, pouring some batter on the hot griddle, he started to make pancakes.

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After everyone left, Booth went upstairs to check on his daughter. Finding her awake, he helped her change her clothes and told her that her grandfather was downstairs waiting to help her with breakfast. Watching her run from the room, Booth made his daughter's bed and placed her pjs in the dresser. Sitting on the bed, he stared at the floor.

Brennan, missing her husband after a little while went in search of him. Finding him in Christine's bedroom, she walked over and sat on the bed next to him, "Booth, I think you need some help."

Continuing to stare at the floor, he sighed, "I know, Bones. I know that but who do you want me to talk to? I can't talk to Sweets. Everyone is so damn sure he's the mole I can't trust him. I can't talk to Cam, the CIA or the NSA would have a cow and probably change their minds about helping us. They might squeeze us out completely. Who else is there to talk to? Pops is gone. We can't trust anyone. I'm . . . I'm alone."

"No, that isn't true." Protesting, Brennan placed her arms around him, "No, you aren't alone. You have me and Christine and Parker. You are never going to be alone ever again."

Emotional, Booth closed his eyes, feeling tears threatening to slide down his face, "I know that Bones. I just mean that my world has turned to absolute shit. Besides you and the kids I'm supposed to distrust everyone and . . . and that's hard. I've been alone so much of my life and now. . . . I . . . I need help, Bones. My temper is so. . . I feel like I'm going to explode all of the time. Sometimes I can barely control it. I broke that damn mixing bowl this morning because I got angry. I didn't sleep worth a damn last night and I've been up since four this morning. I know what's wrong, I know I need help but where can I get it?"

"Couldn't you talk to someone at the VA?" Trying to come up with a solution, Brennan started to think outside the box. "Perhaps you can talk to someone there."

Shaking his head, Booth responded, "I don't think that's a good idea, Bones. The Director of the FBI might try to use that against me and keep me out of my job."

An idea presenting itself, Brennan asked him, "Can you talk to Hank Lutrell? He might be able to help you at least temporarily. Maybe once we find out who the real mole is and who the Puppet Master is it will be safe for you to get professional help."

Surprised, Booth turned his head to look at his wife, "Maybe that would work. Let me think about it. I need to make sure we can trust him." Laughing harshly, Booth shook his head, "It's a hell of a note that I have to distrust almost everyone I love. I . . ." Pulling her into his arms, Booth leaned his head against her head, "I love you Bones. You're the only one I know for sure that won't betray me. You're the only one."

Knowing he was in pain, Brennan reassured him, "I will never betray you, Booth. I love you."

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