Alright here's chapter 8! I'm feeling a lot better and cross country is over, so I think I will have more time to update this story. Thanks for all the reviews! They mean the world to me.

Disclaimer: I wish I had Booth, but I sadly don't. In fact, I don't have any of them.

"Sweets?" Booth growled.

"Sweets?" Brennan began stalking towards the therapist with a ferocious glare graced across her intense features. If looks could kill, Sweets would have died several deaths. Afraid that Brennan would do something terrible; Angela caught her arm tightly and turned her body.

"Sweetie, think rationally about this. I know you are angry, but he still decides if you and Booth are allowed to be partners," she whispered quietly and calmly into her best friends ear.

"He has no authority if he is dead," Brennan snapped back loudly, causing Angela to jump back.

"Bren, you know you can't kill him, so be reasonable!"

"I know plenty of ways to kill him," Brennan yelled across the room, hoping Sweets would hear her. By the way Sweets cowered back into the corner; she knew he had heard her. "I have been to karate and self defense. I can beat Booth, so Sweets should be no problem."

"Hey! You have never beaten me up before," Booth squealed, trying to maintain his tough, macho reputation

"I could and you know it. We could fight now if you would like?"

"Why would you want to fight me and not Sweets? He's the one that set us up," Booth reasoned with a nonnegotiable Bones.

"Right, but you would still be more fun" Brennan said through her teeth as she spun on her heel to face a very pale Sweets.

"Sweetie," Angela warned hesitantly as she tentatively reached out a hand to grasp her friend.

"Not now, Ange."

An unperturbed silence filled the room as Brennan paced slowly and deliberately towards Sweets. From Hodgins and Zach's point of views, it looked like she was a predator hunting her prey. All the chaos and commotion came to a stand still.

"You have to understand," Sweets voice was whiny and even more obnoxious than usual. "I was just trying to help you. I wanted your day to be nice and relaxed. See, Andrew here is single and an extremely talented massage therapist. I met him at a therapist convention a while ago. I thought since you weren't dating anyone, I could set you two up." Sweets would have continued his ramblings if Booth hadn't shouted in outrage.

"How could you?" Booth roared. His face was contorted with a rage and fury that Brennan hadn't seen since the day he shot the clown. Red blotches blotted his cheeks as he yelled himself hoarse.

"How could he what? Now that I hear his side of the story, I guess it makes since," Brennan stated. Once again, her ability to compartmentalized and think things through helped her to see the situation from many angles. Booth completely ignored her and kept his eyes directly on the man that caused this mess.

"Sweets?" Booth hissed viciously.

"What?" He tried his best to sound innocent, but he knew Booth wouldn't buy it.

"You knew I liked her!" A soft, yet audible gasp could be heard from a very surprised and elated Angela. Brennan, on the other hand, stood completely still. So still, in fact, she could have been mistaken for a statue. Every wall she had let fall around Booth went right back up. The thought of being hurt by Booth was unimaginable. Losing his friendship would hurt, but losing him as a lover would destroy her. A few seconds passed before Booth thought about what he just blurted out. Timidly, he rotated to see her reaction.

"Bones, I can explain," he said huskily.

"Don't," she said quickly. She was having trouble containing her emotions. Brennan need out and fast. She hurried to the closed door. Hastily, she ripped it open, revealing a very shocked employee.

"What is going on in here?" she questioned as she looked over Brennan's shoulder into the debris ridded room. Glancing down, Brennan was astounded to see the name on the worker's name tag: Cara.

"I thought you had an emergency," Brennan said bluntly.

"Excuse me?" The woman was completely caught off guard by her abrupt question.

"Emergency. I thought that's why you couldn't conduct our massages."

"I never had an emergency," Cara sounded utterly bewildered.

"Right. Let me guess, that was you too Sweets," Brennan had had enough of these silly childish games.

"I can explain that too," he yelped.

Not even bothering to answer, Brennan pushed passed Cara and preceded down the hall towards the exit. She didn't even turn back when she heard a familiar voice calling, "Bones!"

Hahaha! I have so much fun writing this. It gives me so much pleasure to make their lives as complicated as I can…I'm evil I know. Please review…I won't update if you don't! You've been warned!!