Sweets sat at his desk typing a case study in the computer, when he heard a gentle knock on his door. When he turned to see Brennan walking through, his eyebrows lifted. "Doctor Brennan." He said, genuinely surprised. "I thought we weren't going to be having any sessions until you and Agent Booth were working together again."
"Well, that doesn't appear to be the case." She said, walking around the side of the couch, she glanced. "Is this a bad time?"
"No, no… have a seat… have a seat, Doctor Brennan." Sweets said, standing up, he walked toward her and sat in the chair across from the small sofa, where she sat slowly and eyed Sweets. "Was there something specific that you wanted to discuss?"
Brennan watched him, her eyes were certain and clear, and she sat down and watched Sweets sit across from her. "Yes." She said, clearing her throat. "It may have come to your attention that Agent Booth and myself have been seeing one another socially. I am aware of the speed of which gossip flows between agencies, and this seems to be no exception."
Sweets became very interested all of a sudden, knitting his brow in what she perceived as faux understanding. She noted to herself that he always seemed to get that constipated look on his face when he 'listened' to herself or Booth, and this was no exception. "There was talk that you and Agent Booth have taken your relationship to the next level, yes. Is that what you needed to talk about?"
"Yes." She replied curtly. "You see, my life has always been kept quite private. There are very few people that I trust enough to share the intimate details of my growing up, and subsequent abandonment, foster care, and so on."
"Yes." Sweets nodded, that constipated look intensifying just a bit, as he nodded his head.
"I lead my life in such a way that my beliefs and feelings have grown and fostered with each and every relationship that I have forged, Doctor Sweets." Brennan stated seriously, watching Sweets nod his head. "I have taken social cues from many experiences of my life, and I have learned, quite a lot while dealing in the business of murder and death. I started out my research and work with ancient remains, and have become an expert in my field."
"You should be very proud of yourself, Doctor Brennan."
"Oh, I am." She replied. "And do you know what else I'm proud of?"
"What is that?" He asked, leaning closer to her, listening intently.
"I'm also proud of the fact that I would be able to rid myself of a bothersome person that perhaps… meddled with the things in my life that I hold close to my heart. If I were to feel my personal safety, my privacy, the intimate details of my relationship with a lover or friend were threatened, Doctor Sweets. I do have the ability to make everything disappear. I have ways to hide evidence so that it would never be found, if so inclined."
"I…" Sweets began to stammer.
"I don't appreciate what you insinuated about me yesterday afternoon, Doctor Sweets." She replied curtly. "I have worked very hard to get to where I am right now, and to have gained the trust of the people in my life. If I feel that trust is being tampered with, I will be forced to take action. Do you understand me?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Are you threatening me, Doctor Brennan?"
She stood up suddenly, and shouldered her bag, staring directly into the eyes of the now incredibly nervous doctor. "I understand there is a saying… curiosity killed the cat, Doctor Sweets." She said, turning from the couch, she walked toward the door, and stepped out into the hallway without another word.
Booth sat at his desk working through some of the information that he had gotten on their possible suspects, as he gathered information from several databases. He watched the screen run through some information, and heard the soft knock on his door. "Come in." He said without looking up, his attention finally moving to the door, he all but beamed at the woman stepping into his office. "Bones."
"Am I interrupting?" She said softly.
"No! No… no, come in." He said, waving her into the room. "Sit… what are you doing on this side of town?"
She sat down in the chair across from his desk and smiled. "I was in the surrounding area. I thought it would be rude if I didn't stop and say hello."
"Right." Booth nodded. "Since we're in the same social circles and all."
"Right." She nodded, smiling at his reference to what she had said when he had asked his questions surrounding their arrangement. There was a moment of silence as they both watched one another, the near puckered looks on their faces hiding the grins that they wished to display. "Have you had any leads in the case?" She asked, leaning forward slightly, she set her fingers on the edge of his desk, and looked to him, his eyes flicking from her hand to her face.
"Um… no… nothing yet, nothing yet. Angela got the ID this morning, and we're working on getting a suspect list." He paused, but continued. "Really, Bones… what are you doing here?"
"Isn't it possible that I stopped by simply to say hello, because I missed your presence in the lab?"
He shook his head, the suspicious glare he gave her was not sincere, and she could read that in the playful gleam in his eyes. "No way. What's going on?"
She smiled suddenly, the sly look in her eyes sparkled with secrecy as she leaned forward. "I visited Sweets." She replied.
"Sweets?"
"Yes." She nodded. "What you told me last night made me aware that there were issues in the circumstances surrounding our relationship that needed to be worked out."
"And you worked them out?" He asked, obviously amused by her serious take on the entire thing.
"I worked them out."
"And how did you do this?" He asked.
"Well, I just made it clear that I am capable of getting away with murder… if it came to that."
Booth grinned at his partner, letting out a laugh as he sat back in his chair and tipped his head back. "You did not!"
"The perfect murder, Booth." She shrugged, catching his eyes when he looked back to her. "If anyone could get away with it…"
"It would be you." Booth nodded. His eyes flicked to the clock on the wall and back to his partner, and Brennan looked to her watch.
"Oh… I have to go." She said as she sat up and glanced to the clock, almost as if she were hoping that the time on it would be different from her watch.
"Lunch date?" He asked, catching her quirk her eyebrow as she stood up.
"Sort of." She replied. "Prior engagement. I will see you this evening?"
"I'll pick you up at seven." He said, standing up with her to walk her to the door. He stepped around his desk, and she walked toward the glass door, looking back to him.
"That should be fine." She nodded as she glanced to her watch again as he approached. She paused with her hand on the door and watched him invade her personal space just slightly. She turned toward him, and found herself staring into his eyes.
"Thank you for stopping by." He said, a friendly smile on his lips, he glanced down when she placed her hand on his tie and pressed down lightly against his chest. Her lower lip slipped into her mouth and her eyes narrowed slightly as if she were thinking. "What's wrong?" He asked.
"Come with me." She said, her eyes brightening, she nodded toward the door.
"What?"
"Come with me. I could use your help."
"Where are we going?"
"That doesn't concern you. Come with me." She said, pulling at the door, she opened it.
"But Bones." He said, feeling a gentle tug at his tie, she lifted an eyebrow at him, and he couldn't resist.
"Fine, let me get my coat." He said, taking a step backwards, he grabbed his coat and slipped it onto his shoulders. "How am I going to know where to go, if you won't tell me?"
"I'm driving." She said, opening the door to send him through, he stepped forward with an incredulous look.
"Wait." He said, stopping in the open door, he almost ran into her as she looked to him impatiently. "You told Sweets your plans for the perfect murder, but not me?"
"I told him plan b." She said, giving him a playful push. "Now go, before I change my mind about who I'd murder." She said, watching him smile as he led the way toward the elevator, the two of them bickering for the entire world to see.