And we're all still on board here, right? That whatever "booth" says is really Brennan in Booth's body, and likewise what "brennan" says...it's really Booth in Bren's body? Well...let's see what 'they' have to say, shall we? I think they'll get distracted from their original plan….

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Booth turned to her in surprise, but Sweets just nodded, "Very well, Dr. Brennan, go ahead."

Brennan cleared her throat. "Well, I'd like to take the opportunity to say some things I admire about my partner, Special Agent Seeley Booth."

Booth froze, then groaned. "You REALLY don't have to do this."

Brennan smiled wide. "But I want to."

"You see" Brennan stood up and opened her arms up wide. "Booth is really a misunderstood man. And he is definitely a man" her eyebrows waggled, and Sweets about choked.

"But anyways" Brennan continued, "Yes, he's very misunderstood. You see…for example, some people might say he only has his looks, but he doesn't. He's also smart. Maybe not a certified genius, but, yes, he's a very smart guy."

Booth stood up, "Well, if YOU'RE going to talk about me, then I'M going to say nice things about YOU!"

"Uh…guys?" Sweets stood halfway, "Um…"

"Dr. Temperance Brennan" Booth nodded, "Yes…talk about misunderstood! Just because she doesn't need a man in her life doesn't mean she's cold or unfeeling! In fact, she has an enormous capacity for giving." He smiled. "For example, she is a benefactress of numerous charities, and she also made enough money from her book sales that she was able to pay back the Jeffersonian every penny they have ever paid her in salary. And now, all of her earnings are donated to scholarship students."

"Well…Agent Booth is an excellent father!" Brennan counted off of her fingers, "He never fails on child support, he makes time to visit his son, he teaches him right and wrong, and he shows him things"

Booth nodded, "That is admirable, but what about the illustrious Dr. Brennan?" he turned to Sweets. "She has practically three jobs, and yet she manages to maintain a near perfect balance of a professional and personal life. It's really quite remarkable."

Brennan scoffed. "May I just say that you are looking VERY attractive in your gray suit today, Agent Booth. All of the ladies agree, it's…"

"Well…what about you? Your entire ensemble is cohesive, and the empire waist of your blouse, while attractive on any body type is especially flattering.

Empire waist? Sweets mouthed to himself. What was going on here? "Uh, guys?"

Booth and Brennan were standing behind the couch now, very close. They turned suddenly as if realizing Sweets was still in the room. Looking at one another, they shrugged and sat down again.

"I guess Sweets is right." Brennan shrugged, "I'm sorry. But listen, Booth, you really are one of the best listeners in the world. And frankly, you're my best friend, and I know I never tell you that, and I should. I should tell you more how I feel about you, so… I'm sorry."

Booth was silent for a few moments. "I suppose I can also concede that I have been lacking in a few areas of support." He turned toward her, "B…Bones" he swallowed, "I know that sometimes I make fun of you too much. And I make you feel bad about the way you don't get inside jokes and things, and I also apologize for that too."

Sweets looked back and forth between the two of them in fascination. All of a sudden, Brennan stood up. "Well, let's get out of here, huh?"

Booth wiped his hands on his pant legs, "Okay…"

And as they walked out the door, Sweets shook his head and chuckled, "Man, I'm good…."