Okay, here's another chapter. It's rather short, sorry.

It was oddly familiar, sitting here in these seats with the psychologist across from them. She kept her face blank and defiant while Booth sort of let his eyes roam around the room, flicking occasionally back to her while he impatiently tapped his fingers against the arm of his chair.

Sweets observed them calmly from where he sat, his finger tips touching together.

"Nice of you to come by so quickly," he commented more towards Booth, a touch of annoyance in his voice. "This is important, and I think we can all understand that, so let's try not to do things just to annoy me. Okay, for once, I'm not going to ask you if there have been any issues you'd like to discuss, because... obviously we know there are." He glanced at her with a touch of sympathy in his gaze. But he was more focused on business then on pity, because he moved on rapidly, just like she probably would have done in his position. It was best not to focus too much on the details and just get right to the issue for someone like him. And he knew she could handle him skipping all the pitying stuff. He probably understood that she wanted him to skip the pitying stuff.

And that was annoying, too. The fact that he understood. She still hated psychology.

"Booth, how are you handling this?" he asked.

"How do you think I'm handling this?" Booth sent the question back at him.

"Not well," Sweets replied simply. "Dr. Brennan, I think it would be best if I talked to both of you separately... would you like me to talk to you first or Booth?"

She could tell he was trying to be polite given the circumstances. "I'll go first," she decided. She'd rather just get this over and done with.

He nodded, "Agent Booth, could you..?"

"You sure about this, Bones?" he asked her, ignoring Sweets. "If you don't want to be here, I can always-"

"It's fine, Booth. Just... go."

He got up, cast a worried glance at her, a warning glance at the psychologist, and then vanished back into the hall, leaving them alone.

"Would you like to talk about last week?" Sweets invited her.

"Not really," she told him bluntly. He didn't look at all shocked by her response.

"Okay, then, let's talk about how things have been going since you got back from the hospital." She leaned back in her chair. This was going to be just as bad as her counseling sessions from back in high school, she could already tell. "How did you find getting back into your work routine?"

She shrugged, and then decided not to treat him like her other counselors. She'd known him for longer, and there was a better chance she'd get cases to work on again if she just cooperated and told him whatever he wanted. To some extent. She wasn't going to turn this into some horrible therapy session discussing suffering and trauma.

"It would have been easier if I had some FBI cases to work on," she hinted quite honestly. "But I'm just happy to get back into my old routine. It's a start towards change and improvement, after all."

He nodded slowly. "A start. Dr. Brennan, I can see that you are trying to compartmentalize this issue... but I don't think that's the best idea for this situation. Some things need to be faced, and-"

"Oh, yeah, because pushing it away did me so much harm when I moved on from this the first time..."

"I understand your feelings about psychology; you've made them... very clear throughout the years. And I've seen your file and consulted with your previous counselors. But I'm asking you to stop deciding to block me out every time I say something that makes you want to close down. This is your opportunity to let it all out and not worry about Booth's reaction to your emotions."

So, they were moving on to Booth.

"And, Dr. Brennan, how has this situation affected Booth?"

She looked at him for a moment and then sighed, "He's being... overprotective. I feel... I feel like I might be... losing him." He waited for her to continue rather than questioning. "He won't even touch me. And he's terrified of frightening me at all. It's... nothing like before."

He nodded. "I observed you and Agent Booth for two years... and from what I've seen since what happened, I can say that things are definitely not the way they were before. But that is perfectly normal. I'd be deeply concerned if nothing had changed. The important thing now is to work slowly towards a place where you can get a balance. What have you and Booth talked about recently? Have you discussed the issue in depth at all, or are you avoiding it?"

She glared at him; this was the part she greatly disliked. This was personal, and she was pretty sure he didn't need to know what her and Booth discussed on their own. And she was not about to admit to Sweets of all people that her and Booth had said they loved each other. She hadn't even told Ange yet, and her best friend deserved that knowledge before any shrink, even one she knew and thought of as a part of their team.

"I don't think that's any of your business," she told him calmly. "Booth and I will talk about what we want to talk about, Dr. Sweets. Now, I'd really appreciate if we just ended this, you told the FBI that we're ready to get back out in the field, and we got on with our lives."

He sighed, "We'll talk again when you're ready. But don't worry- I'll tell Director Cullen to send you a case. I believe it will help you to improve any tension and to cope... and Booth as well. I will need to keep speaking with you, though, Dr. Brennan. I know that you don't approve and you believe that you think this is something you can handle on your own, bit by bit... but I understand that deep down you know that I'm correct when I tell you that you need to talk to someone."

"Yeah, and guess what? I have Angela. And Booth. And maybe even Hodgins and Cam. Sweets, I've gotten to know you better, and I've even come to accept you and sometimes even some of your theories, but you're still a psychologist. You should be able to understand that since you think you know me so well."

She got to her feet and Sweets didn't stop her as she headed for the door.

"Should I send in Booth, or are we free to go?" she asked, pausing in the doorway.

He sighed. "I'll talk to him later." She nodded and headed out. "Maybe I should hire Angela to talk for me..." she heard him mutter before the door shut.

What did you think? This isn't my greatest chapter, I know that. I just needed some sort of Sweets scene. It will get better soon, I hope. I'll try to get another chapter up within the next two days. :)