JBCFlyers19 prompt: Booth didn't promise not to talk to Sweets. That's going to be one heck of a conversation, especially Sweets fear when he now has to watch his back for Booth. Sweets has no idea that Booth promised Bones that he wouldn't touch him, and you know Booth is not going to inform Sweets of that information. (Guest and DorothyOz also noticed that that Booth didn't promise not to 'talk' to Sweets – you knew that there had to be a loop hole). Daisesndaffidols thought there should be a talk also.

This is a sequel to chapter 25.

I don't own Bones.

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Booth waited in the parking lot for Sweets to leave work. Booth was leaning against Sweets' car staring at the elevator doors when he finally saw Sweets arrive. Although Booth was fidgety in his daily life, when he had to be, Booth could be deathly still. Most people that knew Booth preferred the fidgety Booth. The still Booth was unnerving at best and intimidating at worse.

When the elevator doors slid open, Sweets noticed someone standing next to his car. As he walked past the doors and out in to the parking garage Sweets recognized that it was Booth waiting for him. Puzzled, Sweets walked towards his car. Staring at Booth's still form and blank face, Sweets felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand out.

Walking closer, Sweets held up his right hand and attempted a smile. "Hey, Booth, can I help you?"

Booth, straightening, stepped away from Sweets' car and placed his hands on his hips, his right hand very close to his gun.

Sweets, feeling a little confused, stopped and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I know about the experiment, Sweets."

Shaking his head, Sweets asked, "What experiment? I don't know what you're talking about, Booth."

His teeth clenched, Booth's nostrils flared a little. Glaring at Sweets, Booth finally replied, "When Pam shot me and the FBI decided to use me for their little terrorist trap you were given a list of people to let them know that I was alive. Bones was on that list."

Shaking his head, Sweets remarked, "We've been through this before. Dr. Brennan agreed with me that it wasn't necessary to tell her and put the operation at risk because she could compartmentalize."

Angry over the blatant lie, Booth dropped his hands and stepped closer to Sweets.

Swelling up with rage, Booth hissed, "Bones told me that it was really an experiment for your damn book. You wanted to study her and me for your damn book."

Stepping back, Sweets swallowed, "I don't understand."

Stepping forward, Booth replied, "The Hell you don't. I haven't decided what to do with you Sweets; but, I will do something."

Swallowing, Sweets stepped back again, "That was three years ago, Agent Booth. I know I shouldn't have done it and I'm sorry I did it; but, it was three years ago. We're friends now. Dr. Brennan forgave me a long time ago."

Stepping closer again, Booth replied, "You betrayed me Sweets. You risked my friendship and partnership for your damn book."

Raising his voice, Booth stepped closer again, "Don't you know how angry she was with me? She blamed me for her not being told. Me. You almost destroyed my partnership with Bones. You can't just do something like that and not have to pay some price for that."

Stepping back a few steps again, Sweets swept his eyes around the parking garage. Not seeing anyone, Sweets stood up straight, "You can't hurt me. It would be the end of your career. You might go to jail."

Laughing, Booth folded his arms across his chest, "So what? My partnership and friendship with Bones is kind of a mess right now. I don't really know if that's even fixable. Hannah is gone. My career seems to be stalled right now. What does your threat mean to me? I should just break your neck right now. I'm tired of the shit going on in my life, Sweets. Your betrayal is just one more thing that hasn't gone right."

Holding up his hands, Sweets explained, "Look, I'm sorry I did what I did. Don't ruin your life over something that happened three years ago. I didn't know about Hannah; but, Hannah wasn't good for you. That relationship was. . ."

Booth stepping so close that Sweets could feel Booth's hot breath against his face, glared into Sweets face, "Say one more thing, just one more thing, I dare you."

Trembling, Sweets held his breath waiting for Booth to do something.

Booth shaking his head, explained, "I advise you to stay out of my sight for the next few weeks. I mean it Sweets. Don't come near me."

Turning, Booth walked away from Sweets back out into the parking garage. Walking down the ramp, Booth walked to his truck and opened the door. Sliding into the truck, Booth punched the ceiling and then sat still.

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Hearing a knock on his apartment door, Booth chose to ignore it. After a few minutes, Booth heard a more insistent knock again. Sighing, Booth closed his eyes and decided that he wasn't home.

Soon, Booth heard the keys in his door lock and the door open. Listening, Booth heard footsteps walk closer to him and then stop.

"Sweets called me. You've frightened him."

"Good."

"You promised me that you wouldn't hurt him."

Opening one eye and checking out the expression on Brennan's face, Booth replied, "I never touched him. If he said I did then he's lying."

Shaking her head, Brennan stared into Booth's angry face, "No, he said you just threatened him."

Closing his eye, Booth remarked, "I didn't promise that I wouldn't talk to him. I just said I wouldn't touch, hurt or kill Sweets. I had to let him know that I know what he did. I wanted him to know that I'm pissed at what he did to us."

Sitting down on his couch, Brennan replied, "You could get in to trouble for this."

Laughing, Booth smirked, "Not hardly what's he going to do? Go to Cullen? Oh Sir, Booth threatened me. Why did Booth threaten you, Dr. Sweets? Well I may have been unethical three years ago and let someone think he was dead for two weeks when he was just undercover and I ignored his notify list. Yeah, I think Sweets knows what would happen if he went that route. He could lose his license to practice. . . . What he did was unethical. He's going to take what I told him and lump it."

"He said that you said my relationship with you is a mess and you don't know how to fix it. I thought we talked about our future yesterday. I thought we decided to try for a more intimate relationship. Was I wrong?"

Opening his eyes, Booth moved his recliner forward and sat up. Leaning towards Brennan, Booth explained, "I was acting. I wanted the pinhead to think that I'm depressed and I don't think I have anything to lose by hurting or killing him. I'm trying to scare the shit out of him. I think it worked too."

Nodding her head, Brennan replied, "I think you did too. . . So you don't think our relationship is a mess?"

Laughing, Booth stood up and stepped over to the couch. Sitting down, Booth put his arm around Brennan's shoulder and responded, "Oh, our relationship is a mess; but, it always has been. I don't think we can fix that part. The only thing we can do is ignore the mess and just move on. You and I are always going to be two sides of the same coin. We're completely different; but, to mean something we have to be together. You and I are going to figure this thing out and we are going to do it together. To hell with Hannah, to hell with Sweets and to hell with anyone else that tries to interfere with us again. No one is ever going to come between us again."

Kissing Booth, Brennan asked, "Are you going to leave Sweets alone?"

Smiling, Booth exclaimed, "Hell no. I'm going to make that interfering busybody squirm for the next month or so. I want him to worry himself right into an ulcer."

"But you aren't going to hurt him?"

"Nope, I told you I won't so I won't."

"Good, I really don't want to visit you in jail."

Smiling, Booth leaned in for another kiss, "Yeah, I hear those conjugal trailers can be hard to get."

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I think it would be interesting if they actually let Booth find out about the experiment on the show. I'd love to see a little fireworks between Booth and Sweets, wouldn't you?