So, I'm still faithfully typing away, cause I don't want someone to rach only chapter 13, and never know what happens- I really hate that.

'Booth, can I talk to you for a sec?'

Sweets' voice coming from behind him made Booth cringe. Talking with Sweets for a "sec" usually lead to at least half an hour of boring drivel—always involving him forgetting what it was he'd meant to say until the very end. Unless, of course, it had something to do with Brennan, in which case he'd get right into digging around in their personal lives.

'I'm busy—' He began, walking away, but the doctor followed him anyways.

'I need to know how to get a girl, whose boyfriend is locked up in a mental facility, to sleep with me.'

Booth stopped dead in his tracks. 'Where in God's name did you meet this chick?'

'I'm talking about Kat.' He replied with some exasperation.

'I don't do guy talk—go ask Hodgins.'

Sweets cringed at the suggestion. 'I'm afraid Hodgins will punch my lights out. Seeing as I'm trying to get his best friend's girl.'

'I can see that.' Booth said simply. 'I'm considering kicking your scrawny ass right now; all the way to Spain.'

'But you're the only one who can help me!' He was almost pleading now. It made Booth feel pretty good, to see him this desperate. 'I'm willing to act like a complete idiot for Kat.'

The agent just shook his head. 'She is so out of your league, she's in another galaxy. And what happened to Daisy?'

The psychologist's expression immediately changed from desperate, to guilty. 'She's away in Mali building schools for a few months.' So she wasn't out of the picture, yet.

'You know, that's a real shitty thing to do; trying to steal another guy's woman, when he can't even defend her, and you already have a relationship that's on stand-bye. That's low.'

Sweets seemed to shrink under Booth's glare. 'I know.' He admitted. 'I guess I'm just not really thinking with my head. But damn, she's gorgeous.'

'Hey, Bones is beautiful too, and I don't see you chasing after her.' Booth said, trying to bring some logic to the conversation.

'I don't chase after Dr. Brennan, because she's eight years my senior and you two are absolutely meant to be together—which is especially obvious now that you are together.'

'How did you learn about that?' Booth asked sharply.

'You have been dating for over a week—everyone knows now.' Sweets said nervously. 'Angela has been spreading the news to everyone, and as your therapist, I'm entitled to hear every detail—'

'We aren't telling you anything.' He growled.

'Come on Booth…'

'Quit bothering him Lance.' Kat scolded, appearing between the two men. 'Honestly, you need to learn when to back off.'

Sweets attempted to appear innocent. 'I was merely inquiring into his and Dr. Brennan's relationship. And it is only for the good of their partnership.'

Kat let out a sharp cough that distinctly sounded like "Liar" and then turned to Booth. 'Actually, I'm partially to blame. He heard the news from me. But,' she cut him off as he opened his mouth to let her have it. 'It was only so that he'd quit annoying me, and let me work in peace.'

She shot a dagger-sharp glare at Sweets, who mumbled something about being late, and took off. 'Why,' Kat sighed. 'Does he hang around here, instead of staying at the office and working?'

'He's supposedly observing Bones and me for a book he's writing.'

'And have you seen even a page of said book?' She asked, and Booth knew she suspected Sweets of fraudulent book-writing motives. 'My dad is a psychologist, and I know for a fact they all sneak around and manipulate people.'

'Isn't that a little paranoid?' Booth asked with a smirk.

'Of course it is—I'm as into conspiracies as Hodgins, didn't you know?'

Hodgins was unsure of how to bring up the topic with Angela. She'd openly expressed how much she loved the freedom of having his entire house to just them. So how would she react to the idea of Kat moving in with them? He'd already made some hints, but hadn't openly invited Kat to live with them.

Finally by lunchtime, he'd realized he'd never know what Angela would say if he didn't ask. 'I've been doing a lot of thinking,' he began, as they ate lunch across from each other in the break room. 'Kat is pretty lonely in that empty apartment of hers, and the rent's pretty high for her not using it much…so I was thinking of asking her to move up to our—my—place.'

A hint of panic flashed through Angela's eyes. 'Not over the garage!'

'Of course not,' Hodgins replied hastily. 'That's Zack's place, and we're leaving it for him. I was thinking more in the west wing. There's a really nice bed/bath combo, and she could use the old study as an office.'

'Alright, that's cool.' She grinned, and he knew it was going to be just fine. 'Though it seems to me, that you just can't resist inviting Bren's assistants to stay with you… and I could never understand why you didn't let Zack stay in the house.'

'I thought he'd appreciate the independence. The guy lived at home until he came to DC, and then he lived in a dorm. So even though I drove him, and worked with him, and didn't really charge rent, and made a point of bringing him real food sometimes—he knew what it was like to be solo.'

'So it wasn't because it might look a little gay?'

'That too.' Hodgins admitted, and Angela fought hard to keep from laughing.

'Well, we don't need to worry about that anymore.' She said when she'd regained some self-control. 'My only rule is that Kat can't bring Sweets home.'

'She has so much patience with that kid, and I just want to kick his ass all the time.'

Angela shook her head slightly. 'How do you avoid killing him when you guys are holed up with Kat's lawyer?'

'I ignore him. Helps that the lawyer's a decent guy—top of his class at Harvard, and he's fee's pretty steep. But Kat insists on paying it herself.'

'Kat just feels obligated, because it's her way of making up for not being here to help Zack from the start.'

'She's gone to McKinley every Saturday for the past four months.' Hodgins pointed out. 'No sane person should spend that much time in the loonie bin.'

She smiled sadly. 'If you were in there, I'd visit you every day if I could.'

Cam hated that she had to say something. She was as bad as the rest of them, but she was the boss, and this was becoming unacceptable. Other departments were catching the leaks, and her superiors were putting the pressure on her to do something. And the best place to start was with Brennan.

'Bren,' she said, entering her office. 'The Board is concerned about the gossip and rumours floating around here. It's making the lab, and all of us, look really, really, bad.

Brennan looked up at her, utterly clueless. 'What does any of this have to do with me?'

'Angela's spreading your love-life all over; so you can try not to tell her so much. And just mention that gossiping is to stay out of the lab—they'll take it better from you.'

'I can't make any promises about Sweets.'

A long sigh escaped Cam. 'He's my biggest concern, because he stirs things up the most. Sweets doesn't work here, so we can't discipline him, but we can't kick him out either.'

'Why not?' Brennan asked. 'He doesn't need to be here to do his job—'

'You and Booth granted him full access to your partnership until he's finished the research for his book.'

Brennan let out a short laugh. 'He'll never finish that book—Sweets has hardly started it.'

Cam could hardly believe it. 'We're stuck with him until he leaves? Shit!'

'What does feces have to do with anything?' Brennan asked, and Cam couldn't help but think once again; was she for real?

'Cam, I was joking. Honestly.'

'So Ange and I have agreed that we'd like you to move in with us.'

Hodgins watched as Kat broke into one of the widest smiles he'd ever seen on her face. 'Yeah! Merci, merci, merci! Now maybe Sweets'll stop dropping hints about wanting to see my place.

'About Sweets—I don't want him in my house.' Hodgins said in a much more serious tone. 'Mostly because the little bugger pisses me off a lot.'

Kat gave an overly theatrical sigh. 'If I knew how to get rid of him, he'd be gone in a microsecond.'

'Maybe you should take time off from Zack's case—get away from Sweets for awhile. And you could ask Brennan about working in Limbo, which is much more restricted.'

'That's called hiding from my problems.'

'It's also called taking down time.' He countered. 'When was the last time you got a full night's rest anyways?'

Kat looked away. 'Before I went to Ethiopia.' She mumbled.

'That's over five years! How are you even able to function?'

'Sugar, caffeine, macaroni, and Malibu rum.'

This one even ate like Zack did. Hodgins had to wonder which one had adopted the eating habits of the other, or if it was coincidental. 'You do know about the four food groups, right?'

Kat rolled her eyes. 'Christ, you sound like another parent, which I really don't need. Come to think of it, mine don't even know Zack's in the asylum, and that I'm doing his job.'

Hodgins raised his eyebrows. 'What did you tell them?'

'That's he's at the institution—they just assume it's the Jeffersonian.'

'Don't you think your parents deserve to know the truth? They still are your parents, no matter how old you are.'

'My folks have money.' She spat out the word like it had a foul taste in her mouth. 'I refuse to give them any more reason to think Zack isn't good enough for me. They already do, and they've never met him!'

Hodgins knew where Kat was coming from. He'd once been the "rich kid", and his parents had always wanted the best for him. But unfortunately, their views on best had differed greatly from his. 'I know it's tough, but they only want you to be happy. Even if you don't think they do.'

So, let me know what you guys are thinking! I need something to motivate my frozen fingers! (January in Manitoba, Canada is COLD!)