Ok gang enjoy this chap, I'll be back some point next week, so it looks as if Grace's secret is about to come out.

Do you want the truth or something beautiful?

"So, why are you here Grace?" Booth questioned.

"Huh, i told you already. To see you, and i needed a change of scenery haha." Grace laughed nervously, it was a sore subject and whilst she hated lying to Booth, she couldn't bear to tell him the true reason as to why she was in DC.

"No, see i know that's not the truth. Tell me the truth." The room fell silent; they had all just finished for the day and were celebrating the identification of the murder weapon, when Booth stormed in with Sweets following close behind.

"Booth, maybe it would be better to talk about this in private." Sweets suggested.

"No, you told me she's in trouble back home and i want to know what it is. So Grace tell me, why are you here?"

Grace began panicking, she told Sweets everything in confidence, she didn't even want to tell him, he just happened to notice.

*Earlier that day*

"Good morning Dr Sweets" Grace smiled as she entered his office, "i brought you a coffee."

"Ah trying to suck up are we?" Sweets joked as he walked over to the young girl, as he did so he tripped on a chair leg and went flying into Grace, spilling coffee everywhere.

"Crap" she sighed; her clean, white blouse was now soaked, the best way to start a day she thought.

"I am so sorry. I've got a spare shirt if you want it?"

"Lance its fine, either way the coffee definitely woke me up, despite missing my mouth. That shirt would be great."

Without think she whipped her shirt off in front of Sweets, she was confident with her figure and trusted Lance, she wasn't bothered if he saw her in her bra. Sweets was surprised as he turned around and was faced by Grace stripping her shirt off, but that's when he saw it, more correctly them.

"Wow, Lance, i don't know whether to be complemented or creeped out...seriously dude what are you staring at, have you never seen breasts before?"

"No, um, sorry, it's just, where did you get all of that bruising?"

That's when it hit her, she was normally good at hiding it, but she'd been distracted with the coffee spillage.

"Please don't tell Seeley, please."

*Back to the present*

The whole room was silent, it was obvious Booth was angry and no one wanted to make the situation worst, especially when they noticed Grace shaking, Cam grabbed her hand and was the first to break the silence.

"Seeley, why don't you and Grace stay here and talk, whilst the rest of us give you some privacy?" there were a unanimous mumble of 'yeahs.'

"No you stay, i may need a witness. You're not a child anymore Grace, it's time to grow up!"

"You lied to me. You promised you wouldn't tell him." Grace finally spoke up, her voice sounded broken.

"No, don't you dare blame Sweets. So what is it, drugs? Do you owe someone money? Just tell me!"

These accusations hurt Grace, the fact that Booth would think so low of her. She didn't want to tell him, but she was getting emotional, the rage was building up in her, how dare Sweets tell Booth, how dare Booth shout at her, in front of everyone, he was embarrassing her, treating her like the child she once was.

"No Seeley, it's nothing like that! I don't wanna talk about it, especially with you!" Grace attempted to run out, but Booth stopped her, grabbing her arm.

"Oh no, you're not running away from this."

"Stop it Seeley, you're hurting me. You're a bully, you're like him" Grace cried, tears filling her eyes. Booth let go of her arm, realisation sinking in that maybe she wasn't running away from something she did, but something done to her.

That's when she showed them, it's like the saying goes 'actions speak louder than words'. His actions certainly spoke louder than words, and she was about to show them this. She lifted her shirt, as there was a collective gasp.