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It was time for another session with Sweets, and Booth hated it. He hated sitting on that couch, waiting for something he said to be picked apart, analyzed, and then thrown back at him. However, if things went according to plan, that was going to change. So long as Brennan did her part.

'Sweets,' she began. 'We've been thinking, and we need to talk.'

'That's what I've been trying to get you guys to do for over a year!' He replied in exasperation.

'Actually, this is about you.' Booth clarified. 'Having you around in the lab, getting in everyone's way, has been a real pain in the ass—'

'No longer going to be a problem.' Sweets grinned. 'I've been promoted, and my superiors are sending me over to the Behavioural Analysis Unit at Quantico. Which means I'm moving to Virginia, and leaving all you guys. So if you ever want my help, you'll have to call in the BAU.'

Booth felt all the tension drain out of his partner. She hadn't been too keen on the idea of confronting Sweets, strangely enough. Booth supposed that maybe he'd started growing on her a bit. Just a bit.

'That's…really good news. I'll call Kat and tell her.' She said, pulling out her cell phone, and leaving the office.

'Why would she be calling Kat?'

'She's so sick of you, she's been hiding out in Limbo.' Booth replied flatly. 'You didn't notice?'

'Oh…' The young psychologist looked disgusted with himself. 'Between you and Zack, I'm starting to feel like a really slimy guy. I guess I have to apologize to Kat, before I'm gone in two weeks. Zack said if I don't, he'd ask you to shoot me.'

Re-entering the room, Brennan snapped her cell phone shut. 'Kat says good, because Hodgins is ready to kick you sorry butt all the way to Spain—whatever that means. And apparently Angela's tired of hearing him rant about it when he's at home.'

'Okay… is anyone going to miss me?'

'You broke up Hodgins and Angela,' Booth began listing all Sweets' screw-ups. 'Got them both pissed off at Cam, decided not to tell Bones I was alive, got her pissed at me, tried to sleep with Zack's girlfriend, and drove her into hiding. At this point, I doubt that anybody will be sad to see you go Sweets.'

Cam could hear whistling up on the platform, and smiled to herself. It had to be Hodgins. His attitude had improved like crazy since getting back together with Angela, and getting to know Kat. However, she'd yet to hear him whistling; particularly Andrea Bocelli.

'You seem really, really happy.' She said, sneaking up behind him. 'Any particular reason?'

'Not really… though we haven't heard back from the AG's office yet, and it's been…almost a month.'

'That's a good thing?'

'It means they didn't reject the appeal.' Hodgins explained with a smile. 'We've got his case set up so it's in the bag, if it goes to trial. It might not, seeing as it's going to make the FBI look pretty bad.'

'How so?' Cam couldn't help but ask. He'd caught her interest, for once.

'Booth didn't read Zack his rights before he originally confessed; the case never saw a courtroom; they did a superficial psych evaluation; and there's no physical evidence tying him to the murder.'

She had to agree that it was a pretty bad screw up on the system's part. But the system was always screwing up. That's what made it the system. 'Well, now one of us has to knock on wood.' She said, and promptly rapped her knuckles on Hodgins' wooden desk.

'Cam, you know that anti-jinxes don't actually work, right?'

'Better safe than sorry. And it worked when Kat came here. After she'd left Bren's office, I said "I think this one will stay." And then I knocked on wood. As you can see, Kat is still here.'

Hodgins just rolled his eyes. 'That, is the biggest load of crap I've heard in a very long time.'

'The biggest load of crap I've heard is that half-baked theory that the CIA is keeping aliens at Area 51.' Cam retorted.

'What else would they be hiding there?'

She shrugged. 'I don't know, or care to know. You're the conspiracy theorist around here.'

Hodgins said nothing for a moment. 'You know, I never took all that as seriously as I let on, despite the fact that I spewed information on secret societies like crazy. I didn't really believe it, until Gormogon started. I guess it's kind of an irony, that my best friend got caught up in a conspiracy.'

Once again, Brennan was feeling unsure about herself. She'd never used to be this way—she'd always been the confident one when it came to the Jeffersonian. It was only in the last couple of years or so, that she'd started to second-guess herself. Now she needed someone to help keep her on track; point out when she'd lost her way. That's why she'd called Hodgins to her office.

'I need to know,' She said as he settled himself into a chair. 'Am I being a good enough boss?'

Her question seemed to surprise Hodgins. 'Where the heck did that come from?'

'I'm not sure. I guess between guilt over Zack, and the fact that I'm not spending much time with Kat—Cam has already pointed that one out to me—I'm just wondering if I'm doing something wrong.'

He just stared at her like she was speaking a foreign language. 'Bren, you're fine. What happened with Zack… according to Kat, even she couldn't drag it out of him, and he told Kat everything; via email. That's nobody's fault really—we figured it was Iraq, and he just needed time. And as far as Kat goes, you let Zack have his independence, right? So you can give her the same. She's just as good an anthropologist—and she's had more experience.'

'So it's good to leave her alone… I get it.'

Hodgins shook his head. 'You don't really get it. That's kind of like understanding point A, and point B, but not line segment AB.'

Now she was really confused. 'What does linear geometry have to do with anything?'

'Bren, you are hopeless.' He laughed. 'It's like knowing where a victim was last seen, and where their body was dumped, but nothing in between.'

This time she really did get it. 'Why not just say that to begin with?'

'Most people would understand the geometry better.'

Kat was appalled to see Sweets' face on the other side of the door to Limbo. This was one of the few places where he didn't have security clearance, not to mention one of the fewer places she could work. So the fact that he was there—it really pissed her off. 'Go away Lance.'

'Kat, please let me in.' He begged through the plexi-glass window. 'I'll stay here for a hundred years!'

'This is ridiculous.' She grumbled, but swiped her card anyways, unlocking the door. 'What do you want now?'

'Kat, I'm really sorry. I've been a jackass.'

Kat was stunned to hear those words coming from Sweets. 'Did you just say—?'

'Please don't make me repeat it.' He winced. 'I guess it's just that I thought you and I, being young and cut off from our respective partners, should hook up. Evidently, I was wrong.'

'So what brings about such a revelation?' She asked, and knew her crossed arms gave her a guarded and skeptical posture.

'Zack said some things, as did Booth, and I realized that what I was doing was just making you hate me. Add on that I'm getting moved to the BAU—'

'What?'

'I got promoted.' He said with a small smile. 'They want me to work as a profiler at Quantico, so I'm moving to Virginia in two weeks. I won't be able to come up to DC too often, and I don't expect you to care too much—'

Kat cut him off. 'You remember what I said about being cool? Cause we could be friends—good friends, so long as you respect that I only want to be friends.'

This time, Sweets seemed much more open to the idea. 'We of the high IQs need to band together.' He joked. 'That's why this place feels so much like home—we're not so alone here.'

'Are you going to miss it?'

'Yeah, but I have until the end of the month—two weeks. That should give me enough time to finally make it onto everyone's good side, see Zack out of McKinley, and maybe even convince Dr. Brennan there is some value in psychology.'

He was grinning, like it was all a joke, but Kat wasn't convinced. She could tell that Sweets was going to miss them a lot—because they were a strange sort of family. And that was a hell of a lot more than he would ever admit to.

Gotta say, I wasn't a big fan of Sweets, especially after the fiasco he caused with Booth's faked death, and Brennan not knowing. But I think that every character deserves a chance to redeem himself- even if it's under the threat of being shot. So... you are nearing the end of this crazy story; what are you thinking about that? I want five more reviews before I post again. You can even criticize me- I welcome feedback.