Author's note - Ok who besides me loved tonights episode. This is all I have written so far. Hopefully i will get tons done after the inspiration from the episode :)
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After the group finished their meals they went their separate ways. Sweets decided he would go to the hospital and see Booth. He knocked on the door and went inside. He could see that Booth was concentrating deeply on something.
"Penny for your thoughts?" He asked
"Just thinking." Booth said, his slur a bit thicker then the last time sweets had been by.
"Want to talk about it?" Sweets tried.
Booth couldn't talk to anyone about what was on his mind. He couldn't talk about the conversations he was having with his mother.
"No I am fine." He answered
Same old Booth, he and Brennan always used that phrase when things were bothering them.
"You know you can talk to me about anything. I am always here for you, and I won't ever pass judgment."
"I work with you right?" Booth asked.
"Yes, well sort of. I help with the psychological aspects of some of your cases. I would like to say that we have become friends."
"So you are a shrink?" He asked next.
"Yes, I am a FBI psychologist." Sweets answered.
"So tell me what I am like these days?"
"Well, you are very good at your job. You have a rather unusual partnership with Dr Brennan. Not Many agents work that closely or consistently with consultants. You have a good sense of humor, which you sometimes use at the expense of others, but not in a cruel way. You work a tough job and you sometimes use humor as a coping mechanism. You devote as much time as you can to your son and are a very dedicated father. You are a protector often risking yourself for the wellbeing of others. You had a rough childhood which I believe is what stems your protectiveness. You were a successful sniper in the army before joining the FBI. You pour every ounce of your heart into every case. Those who oppose you find you to be a force to be reckoned with, but to those who know you see your loving and sensitive side. I once saw you single handedly take down three armed possible secret service agents, just to help us when we were forcibly detained in the lab. You have been injured many times protecting people you care for.
"You are a private man, you don't share much of you past, but you try and make up for things you have done in the line of duty by taking murderers off the street. You have a slightly rebellious side in which you express by wherein odd socks, ties and belt buckles. At the moment, your closest relationship is with your partner Dr Brennan. "
Booth listened intently to the young doctor. He was a bit disappointed when he said that he didn't have a romantic relationship. He heard a female voice say she loved him. Maybe he was going crazy.
"Why am I here? What happened? He asked. He was fairly certain he had already been told, but all he could remember was being cold in the dark.
Sweets slowly went through all the details that he knew of the case. Of course, he had a feeling Dr Brennan was holding some things back. By the time Sweets had finished the story through to Broadsky being caught, booth looked very tired.
"Would you like me to go so you can get some rest?" Sweets asked.
"No." Booth answered a bit to quickly for Sweets liking.
"Is something bothering you Agent Booth?" Sweets asked not masking his concern.
"It's… it's just that I have dreams and then from what I'm getting from everyone that when I wake up I won't know anything. One of the nurses said that I have been here 5 days. She has seen me for 5 days and I never remember seeing her. I remember growing up. I remember the Army, but I am missing 14 years of time. 14 years of living is completely gone. Every time I go to sleep I miss another day. I don't know my son. I don't know any of these people who say I am their friend. I sent a woman crying from the room and I have no idea why." Booth admitted showing his frustrations.
"Who was the woman?" Sweets asked.
"Temperance." He answered.
"And you called her by her name?"
"Yes, that's what the board says." Booth answered pointing at the board of photos.
"oh, wow, who made that? You never call her by her name. You call her by the nickname you gave her. Bones." Sweets took a marker and added the nickname.
"Why would I call her that?" He asked confused.
"She is a forensic anthropologist, she isn't FBI. You gave her the nickname because she works on bones. She hated it at first but I think it has grown on her. She is carrying guilt about your injuries because you saved her. Calling her by her actual name is just a reminder that your injuries are potentially long term."
"Oh, and from what you said we are close… How close exactly?" Booth asked nervously.
Sweets thought for a moment on how to answer this. Everyone who knows them believes they have feelings but won't admit it.
"Both you and Dr Brennan are private people. Though many of us see an attraction for each other, I do not think you have acted upon that attraction." Sweets answered.
"Do I love her?" He asked simply.
"Well… I… wow… um… from outside looking in I do believe you have strong feelings for her."
"I died right? If I died once and thought I was going to die again, do you think I would tell her I loved her?" Booth asked again.
This was not the Booth Sweets knew. Maybe he lost his inhibitions with his memory.
"I believe it could be a possibility." Sweets answered honestly.
"Does she love me? Or would she tell me she loved me because she thought I would die?"
Wow another one. Could this be what Dr Brennan was hiding?
"Dr Brennan is an overly honest person. I don't believe she would lie to you. Where are these questions coming from?"
"I dream about being in a cold dark place. I hear voices there. One of them is a woman's voice saying she loves me."
"Do you know who the other voices are?"
"I… I don't want to say."
"Please Agent Booth, maybe I can help you."
"They are people who I know are dead. They are in a light. One of them is my mother." He answered giving Sweets a wary look.
"I see. What do they tell you?"
"My mom does most of the talking. She tells me she knew I wasn't ready and it's ok. She says stuff about working for love but it will take time. That things will get better. She tries to comfort me, they all do." Booth figured if he told him it was only in his dreams he wouldn't think him crazy. He left out that he was hearing his mom's voice almost all the time now.
"If I ok it with your doctors, do you think you would be willing to go under hypnosis? Maybe your memories aren't gone, but suppressed."
Booth thought about it. He didn't want anyone to know he was going crazy, but the thought of a chance on getting even part of his life back was appealing,
"I guess we can try. When do you want to do it?"
"I need to make some phone calls. I myself am not fluent in hypnosis; I would like a colleague who has been more successful do it."
Sweets made a few phone calls and set up the meeting for later that week. The doctors requested that brain scans be done during the session to monitor brain activity,
Booth was a little disappointed. He was hoping it would hev been able to be done now. Tomorrow he probably wouldn't remember any of this.
Before Sweets left he added more information to the board . He also told Booth he would work on making some notes for him to read daily that may help.
Sweets was proud of himself, he had gotten through to Booth. He was more open now than he had ever been. With this new found openness he felt he would be able to make progress. He felt confident he would be able to help his friend.
Now if he could just get through to Dr Brennan.