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"I am not going to the spa with you," Booth stated flatly.

Brennan glared over her shoulder at her partner sitting next to her. Silence filled the air as they looked intently at one another. A quiet chuckle came for the seat behind the desk in front of them. Startled, both Brennan and Booth's heads shot up. Dr. Sweets tried to cover his smile, but failed miserably.

"This isn't funny," Booth shot. "You're a man."

"Of course he's a male, Booth," Brennan mocked. "Would you like me to tell what makes him a male? I would be happy to refresh your memory in anatomy." A smirk graced her lips as she saw her partner's disgruntled look.

"I meant he's a man. He should know what it feels like not wanting to go to the spa to get a couple's massage." Booth said the last two words in disgust.

"Actually, Agent Booth, I find that a day at the spa is extremely relaxing. It helps your self esteem and releases any stress you have built up inside."

At the exact same time Brennan and Booth rolled their eyes. Neither believed a word the young doctor was saying.

"I don't care if Sweets here goes to the spa, I refuse to go." Booth turned in his chair to peer directly into Brennan's eyes.

"Fine, then I refuse to go as well," Brennan replied stubbornly.

"But, you have to go," he pleaded.

"No, I don't."

"It was a gift. It would just be rude to not use it."

"Have I ever been one to worry about being rude?" Brennan questioned.

Dr. Sweets' head went from side to side as he watched the two bicker. He felt like he was at a tennis match, but neither side was winning. This argument wasn't going anywhere, so he decided to step in and meddle.

"Um hmm," Sweets cleared his throat.

"What?" Booth grumbled.

"I think both of you need to go to the spa. Take a day to yourselves and relax."

"Honestly, Sweets, I don't care what you think." Booth's voice came out sharp and deadly. Sweets flinched back surprised, but then regained his composure.

"Well, it's a good thing I have some authority over you then," he stated.

"I don't believe you have any authority over us," Brennan said confused.

"Yeah, listen to Bones," Booth backed her up.

"Oh, but I totally do," he said excitedly. Booth and Brennan exchanged a look of annoyance and apprehension.

"Well?" Booth sighed, exasperated.

"I control if you two stay as partners or not," Sweets said nonchalantly.

Anger flashed across Booth's features. Instinctively, he bound out of his chair and leapt at Sweets with his fist. Noticing what was going to occur, Brennan popped out of her chair and threw herself on top of Booth's extended arm. He was always sensitive and touchy when someone threatened his partnership with Bones.

"Booth," Brennan breathed as she struggled to hold back an infuriated FBI agent. Hearing Bone's urgency and desperation he gave in and settled into his uncomfortable chair again. A smile could be seen on Booth's face when he saw Sweets cowering in his chair in the corner of the room. Collecting himself, Sweets rolled his seat behind his desk.

"This is not a request. This is not a suggestion. This is an order. If you do not go to the spa and receive a couple's massage, then you two will no longer be partners. Booth you need to relax and Dr. Brennan you need to take a day off of work. Do you understand me?" Dr. Sweets' voice was sterner then it ever had been before.

Silently, the FBI agent and the forensic anthropologist nodded. They were at a lost for words, their therapist had never threatened their partnership before. This was a first and they were hoping it was a last.

Dr. Sweets took out a piece of paper and began to scribble notes onto it. Once he was done, he handed the slip over to Booth. He took a fleeting look at the paper and saw that it was a note to the head of his FBI building.

"You need to give that to your boss as soon as you see him," stated the therapist.

"Fine," Booth said without emotion.

Brennan peered up at the clock on the wall above the door. Their session was over, finally. Without a word, she stood up and sauntered out of the office. Confused, Booth stared at her retreating figure.

"The session is over Agent Booth," Sweets said answering the unasked question.

He nodded his head and followed Bones out of the room. Trying to catch up to her, he began to jog slightly. When he was in arm's reach he grasped her shoulder and spun her around to face him.

"I guess we have to go to the spa next week," Booth whispered.

"This is your entire fault," Brennan accused loudly, while she pointed her index finger at him.

"My fault?" Booth screeched. "I'm not the one who brought it up to Sweets."

"I wouldn't have brought it up if you never bought the stupid gift," she hissed. She jabbed her finger into his chest harshly. "I told you I didn't celebrate my birthday."

"So, let me get this right. You're mad at me because I was being a good friend and bought you a present."

"Yes," she huffed.

"You are so strange Bones."

"And you are so infuriating," she yelped. Turning on her heel, she marched out of the building, towards the black SUV.

"Well this is going to be just great," Booth muttered under his breath to himself.

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