"Alright, Aubrey, just sit there and look pretty this time, okay? No wise cracks." Booth gave the younger man a flat look.
"I promise, I'll be the perfect lacky." Aubrey nodded.
"I'm serious, this woman is very pregnant, okay? We have to be careful and gentle with her. She's been through a lot lately."
"I got it, I got it. Lets just go." Aubrey said with a roll of the eyes and Booth opened the door.
"Hello, Miss Friburg." Booth smiled as they entered the room. The woman looked up at them, rubbing her pregnant stomach and sniffling slightly.
"Hello? I thought Dr. Sweets was going to..."
"He is busy with another case." Booth lied, sitting down.
"We just need to ask you some more questions about the last day you saw your boyfriend." Aubrey said as he took a seat. "It should only take a minute." He smiled and the woman nodded lightly.
"Okay then." She said softly, looking down at the table.
"Okay, so did he seem anymore agitated then usaul when you last saw him? Did he talk about any agruements?"Booth asked, leaning forward and putting his elbows on the table.
"No... no it was just an ordinary day, he was acting normal. He was a little tired, but he always was lately. He was having trouble sleeping since the... since the accident." She sniffled and held her belly tighter.
"Did he mention that he was going to go anywhere?" Booth asked.
"No... wait, wait. Yeah, he did. He said he was going to the pawn shop to exchange some things." She wipped at her eyes with her free hand. "It was a big step for him to. He went to the pawnshop right before he was attacked... he was really making strides in recovery."
"Alright, anything else?"
"No... no."
"Okay, can you please write down the adress of the pawn shop?" Booth slid the woman a peice of paper and she nodded and scribbled the adress on it.
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Little Seely smiled and wiggled as he smiled up at his father. Sweets smiled back at his baby and held him closer. He knew he wasn't supposed to have him at work but after Booth kicked him off the case he needed a pick-me-up. A really adorable pick-me-up. He was sitting in his chair at his desk, turned so no one could see the baby with the daiper bag hidden under his desk. He cooed softly at the child, tickling him under his little chin and making him giggle.
"Dr. Sweets?" A familar british voice sounded and Sweets looked behind him, making sure to keep the baby hidden by only turning his head.
"Gordon Gordon!" Sweets smiled at the older man. "What are you doing here?"
"Agent Booth called me with some concerns." He said before pausing when he herd the sound of soft cooing. "Is there a baby in here?"
"Maybe." Sweets said, turning around so that he was fully visiable and revealing the infant in his arms.
"So this must be the son Agent Booth told me about." Gordon Gordon grinned at the tiny human. "Well he's as cute gumdrops, isn't he?"
"Yeah." Sweets said, bouncing him lightly.
"I must question why he is here, though, the FBI is no place for a baby." The British man walked over and sat on the couch as the younger man got up and went over to his chair.
"I was really upset when Booth took me off the case we were working on so I just sorta... took him from daycare. I needed a pick-me-up." Sweets said as he sat down.
"Yes, well that is why I'm here, actually. Agent Booth expressed some worries that you might not be dealing with your trauma." Gordon Gordon said as he slid into a shrinky pose like it was an old shoe. "He said you reacted badly to be removed from the cause for an Agent Aubrey?"
"I wanted to solve this one, I'm invested in it. I am upset that Booth kicked me off." Sweets sighed with a slight roll of the eyes.
"And what about this Aubrey character? How do you fill about his replacing you as Booth FBI partner intill he deems you ready to work cases with him again?"
"I don't like that I got kicked off, but I have to say I'm glad if anyone took my place, it's him. Aubrey is a good guy, we are friends. He is even coming to my wedding. He'd be a groomsman but we want an even number on each side and I already have Booth as a best man and Hodgins as a groomsman, so he promised to come to the wedding and do the robot with me at the resception." Sweets said, looking down at his child. "I'll be back to working with Booth soon anyway."
"You aren't jelious of this Aubrey? That his relationship will interfer with your relationship with Booth?"
"Not normally, right now, just a smig, but I'm not a petty person."
"Right..." Gordon Gordon nodded, looking the shrink over.
"What?"
"How are you feeling, Dr. Sweets?"
"Fine."
"You know better then to try lying to me, Dr. Sweets."
"Fine, I'm angry, okay? I'm angry with Booth. He was been butting into my business this whole case, when he doesn't even know what he is talking about." Sweets huffed and the baby started to fuss. He looked down at the baby and rocked him softly.
"He might actually be right this time, Dr. Sweets. His is a geniune concern. You must face what happened if you are going to move on with your life." He said, twirling a finger at him. "He knows what he is talking about, Dr. Sweets."
"I was attacked. That's what happened." Sweets said, refusing eye conact with the older man.
"Wrong again." Gordon tsked, shaking his head. "The establishment you work for turned out to be corrupt, your best friend was almost killed and then he was thrown in jail, and then you were almost killed as well! You have been through a lot and you haven't dealt with it. Booth has. He has festered and yelled and now he is starting to trust again. Now in the excitement of the baby and this wedding proposal you might have been able to push these feelings back but I'm guessing that that excitement is wearing off. You have started to have nightmares?"
"Yes..." Sweets murmured in a quiet voice.
"And how have you been doing with those?"
"Fine... Daisy is a big help. She calms me down, holds me close, and gives me a bunch of little kisses." Sweets smiled slightly.
"See, that is progress." Gordon Gordon smiled. "You let her help. I'm afraid you will need more help then that, though."
"I need to see a shrink." Sweets sighed, rocking his son as the child yawned.
"Yes."
"But not you."
"I'm not a psychologist anymore, I'm a chef." He said, standing up. "But you should come by my restraunt some time with that little woman of your's, I can get you a discount."
"Thank you."
"And thank you, Dr. Sweets, for listening, I hope you find yourself help soon."
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"Hey, Booth?" Sweets said, knocking on the doorway softly. Booth looked up from his computer.
"Hey, Sweets!"
"You sicced Gordon Gordon on me?"
"A possiblity." Booth said, but that look on his face read 'yes.'
"Well, thank you, for that. I just wanted to inform you I might not be available to work for two weeks while I recieve some... counciling." Sweets cleared his throat awkwardly.
"Good for you." Booth smiled. "Aubrey will do a good job for now, kid's got spunk."
"Thanks... how is the case going, by the way?"
"It's all but ceiled up now." Booth said, leaning forward. "Aubrey and I went to the pawnshop the victim went to, got the vidoes from outside of the shop shows the orginal assault. The pawnshop owner went to return something that the victim left in there, tapped his shoulder and he went ballistic. The owner picked up a bat in the alley to defend himself, smacked him in the neck and loaded him into his van when he passed out. Hodgins found the bullet, it matches the owners gun."
"So you just gotta do some finishing paperwork, huh?" Sweets said. "Wait, wait... why did he shot him?"
"He thought he had killed him with the bat so he brought him out there to dump him but then he moved. He panicked, shot him and ran." Booth shrugged a shoulder.
"Damn..."
"Yeah."
"So... see you at work tomorrow?"
"Yeah. And at lunch, right?"
"Maybe, I'll have to check when my appiontment is." Sweets smiled before strolling away.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Short, sucky ending because I'm tired and upset and having internet issues. Please review, I really need the pick-me-up... please?