OPERATION SWEETS IN THE STREET
Chapter 3:
Operation Terrorize Sweets
Sweets crossed the automatic doors of the lab running while frantically moving his head in every possible direction in his search for a threat. Like a scared mouse he ran towards Dr. Brennan's office and into it, slamming the door behind him with a sigh of relief.
On the platform, Cam, Hodgins, Angela and Wendell were working on a fleshy and clothed body. They watched in stunned silence as the shrink did his ridiculous run for safely.
Suddenly, Wendell started laughing knowing that Booth had already started his campaign to terrorize Sweets as punishment for his treatment of Daisy. Cam glared at the squintern demanding an answer, and Wendell proceeded to explain to her everything about Booth's threats. With some comments here and there from Angela and Hodgins to enrich Wendell's tale, Cam was up to date with Booth's actions in no time, and all four squints laughed at Sweets' fear of the agent.
"Did he really get out of their house through Parker's window?" Angela asked between laughs.
"Oh, yeah," Wendell answered smiling.
"What did Booth do to him now?" Cam asked. "He was with us in the crime scene, and he only left the lab 20 minutes ago. He didn't have much time."
Instead of answering directly, Wendell took off his gloves, got his phone out of his lab coat, and after searching in it for a few seconds, showed her a picture that Booth sent him that morning with his little note for the shrink. Cam read the text attached to the picture and discovered that Booth had handed the note to Agent Burns when he and Brennan arrived to the crime scene to relieve him. Charlie left for the Hoover taking it with him and then placed it on Sweets' desk. Cam allowed Angela and Hodgins to see the message and soon the quartet was again laughing at Sweets' expense.
Once inside Brennan's office, a terrified Sweets asked for her protection. Brennan was completely astonished by the shrink's behavior and demanded an explanation. The psychologist showed the yellow note to her.
"This is a very amusing note. Booth did a game with the words because you are our baby duck, like Gordon Gordon said, and Booth has those Captain America's boxers that you saw. It is very amusing," she explained in that voice she has when she explains one of her jokes. She was smiling, clearly not only understanding the joke but enjoying it, too.
"Dr. Brennan, he is threatening to hunt me!" the shrink squeaked in a high pitch voice sounding like a little kid afraid of the monster under his bed.
"Don't be ridiculous, Dr. Sweets. Booth would never hurt you," she said matter-of-factly.
"But, Dr. Brennan, please, let me stay in the lab… he won't do anything here… please," Sweets pleaded, pathetically.
"Okay, Sweets, you can stay in lab if you stay out of my office and don't interfere with us doing our job," she finally agreed, but firmly stating the conditions the psychologist would have to follow.
Sweets nodded his head wildly to agree with the anthropologist's demands, and left the office just like he arrived, running as if his life depended on it.
Brennan picked up the phone and called Booth to tell him about Sweets visit to her office.
"Booth, he's terrified. Is this really necessary? You don't even like Daisy," Brennan told him over the phone.
"Bones, she's annoying and I don't like her, but she deserved better. Sweets needs to learn a lesson," came Booth's voice through the earpiece.
"Fine. But, please, find a way to keep him from intruding in my work," Brennan demanded.
"Don't worry, I won't let him bother you or the squints," Booth promised.
Booth arrived at the Jeffersonian at lunch time. He had wanted to let Sweets stew for a while, but now it was time to go for lunch and Booth was in the lab to pick up Brennan.
He guessed he could put in motion the last part of his operation against Sweets at the same time.
Seconds after he entered the lab, he was ambushed by Cam, though. The coroner slapped him upside the head, and then, kissed him on the check. Booth looked at her completely confused by her actions, silently asking her for an explanation.
"That's for threatening Arastoo," Cam answered, smiling at him. She didn't see the need for the agent to do so, but she appreciated the gesture nonetheless. "Mary has a whole pie ready for you, my treat," she added. She had called the diner to make sure that the waitress would have the pastry ready for him at lunch time.
Booth kept his confused face and asked, "For threatening Arastoo?"
"Nope, the pie is for threatening Finn! If you keep him on his toes, I'll bring donuts with coffee for the break room once a week," the coroner explained. She was more than a little grateful that the squintern was very scared of 'Uncle Booth'.
"Cool!" Booth answered happily. Threatening squints, squinterns or shrinks brought him amusing scenes like Sweets running and yelling all the way from his office to the Hoover's parking lot, thanks to the security cameras, a happy artist that seemed flattered enough to compose a quirky video using said footage of the scared shrink, and pie… and if he keep up the good job, donuts. Yep, life was good!
"So where are Bones and Sweets?"
"Bren is still in her office, Booth, and the naughty baby duck is hiding in limbo," Angela answered as she and Hodgins passed by the two old friends on their way out. They were probably going for lunch too.
"Oh, ok, then I'll say 'hi' to Sweets and then drag Bones out for lunch," the agent answered and made his way to limbo.
Booth showed his face through the door of Limbo, and a terrified Sweets jumped and tried to hide behind one of the shelves.
"Sweets, don't go hiding in here, there's no need. I promised Bones that I wouldn't hurt you in the lab," he said in a voice that conveyed that he wasn't safe outside the lab.
Seeing that the shrink decided to stay hidden and was too afraid to get near the agent, Booth signaled Finn to come to the door to get another small yellow note pad. Finn walked towards the agent and picked the paper from his hand.
"Give this to Sweets once he changes his pants, would you?"
"Of course, Agent Booth," Finn answered in his southern and polite way.
Booth thanked the squintern and turned around to leave the room, but before he could leave, Finn talked again. "Agent Booth, I'm planning on taking Michelle to a nice restaurant this Saturday… and… I thought that maybe you could recommend me to an appropriate place?" the squintern was obviously not really asking for advice to choose the restaurant. It was clear that he was looking for the agent's approval, probably thinking that it was the way to go to avoid bodily harm.
"That sounds nice, Finn. I'll think about it and send you an email with a place or two," Booth said smiling at the fearful squintern. Then he simply walked out of the room shouting a good-bye.
He was almost gone when a small, terrified voice said, "I didn't mess my pants!"
Booth laughed out loud all the way to Brennan's office where the anthropologist was waiting for him to go for lunch.
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