Author's Note: Next chapter. This is sort of a missing scene/scene extension from The Twist in the Twister. Warning, this one is pure fluff and silliness. :)

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Thank you to everyone who is reading/following/reviewing this.

Charlotte Thornton: See that kind of surprised me about episode 7.02...that there weren't any comparisons between Sweets' dark past and Finn's. I was intrigued by Finn, but I'll have to see what I think after seeing more episodes with him in it...Either way though, I could see Sweets being one of the best equipped to relate to Finn's situation for a variety of reasons. I hope you enjoy this (long) snippet. :)

Peanutmeg: Thank you for the review. :) I agree that the Swaisy relationship needs more development in order to resonate better with the fans...Anyway, glad that you enjoyed the discussion with Cam. I kind of miss the two of them onscreen and hope that they will run into each other during an episode at some point. I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Lives in the now: Thank you. I'm glad that you enjoyed my take on Swaisy. I do wish that the writers would have moments like this on the show more often, myself. Anyway, I'm also glad that you enjoyed my chapter with Cam. As I said above, I miss having Sweets interact with her (or with most of the team actually) and hope that we see more of his insight with them this season.

D: Well while I am mainly guessing here, I am thinking (judging from what I've seen in canon) that only B&B know about it among the members of Team Jeffersonian. As for Daisy...well she would have had to have seen Sweets' scars by now given their *ahem* amorous relationship. Considering how long they were together (and are still together), I think Sweets would have mentioned something about it by now. As to just how much he has told her about the moment he got them...I waver back and forth as to how much he has said, partially because I think that he hasn't told hardly anyone at all about when he got them. But then again, I imagine that Daisy might be able to keep a secret somewhat since no one knew that Sweets had those scars in the first place until Brennan found out about them on her own...Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter as well...

Chapter Four—Gas stations

Sweets sighed as he watched Booth give orders on his cell phone. He didn't have to hear what was being said to know that he and the agent were in for a long wait at this gas station.

Their latest case had involved the death of a storm chaser, and right now Sweets and Booth were on the trail of the victim's missing "mini moho" which he had used when following tornadoes. Thankfully, the search had been straightforward since the Bureau had been able to track a vehicle that was certain to be it at a gas station in North Carolina.

Their arrival at the gas station had been somewhat…awkward due to the fact that the "moho" was not exactly abandoned and was currently being used for something far different than chasing tornadoes.

After talking to the driver and the woman he had been with, Booth started to make arrangements to have the mobile home transported back to the Bureau and then to the Jeffersonian in order to see if either the forensic techs or the Medico-Legal lab staff could find anything that could give leads to the murderer. The driver and his companion ended up taking another car into a nearby town, leaving Sweets and Booth to wait with the mobile home until a team could come to collect it.

After Booth finished on his cell phone, the two of them stood around outside in silence and stared at the mobile home for several minutes.

"I'm hungry," Booth suddenly said. "Want to see if this place has anything edible?"

"Probably a long shot," Sweets shrugged. "But sure, we can try."

The two of them entered the gas station and walked down the narrow aisles that had shelves which were crowded with piles of items while a bored clerk watched them with drooping eyelids.

"Wow…how can people eat the stuff in here?" Sweets said as he surveyed their choices. "Most of it looks like it's been sitting here for a long time."

"Yeah, look at that box of macaroni and cheese," Booth said, pointing toward a dusty box on the shelf. "Parker gets that brand all the time, and I know that they changed the packing design from that one to a new one at least six months ago." The psychologist considered sweeping the dust off the box, but then thought better of it.

"Could you imagine working here and only having this stuff to choose from to eat during your lunch?" Sweets asked, sparing a sympathetic glance for the man behind the counter. "The only things that look new are the candy bars and bags of chips…I don't even want to know how long those hot dogs have been rotating in that machine…."

"Well most of the people who come in here are just paying for gas and maybe picking up something to drink," Booth replied. "They need candy, chips and stuff like that because a lot of people bring their kids along, and that's the kind of stuff that they like….Something I'm sure I don't need to tell you." Sweets rolled his eyes and inched away from the hot dog warmer while staring at the case containing paper cartons of nacho chips and cheese.

"I don't know if any kid could eat the stuff in there," the psychologist shuddered before moving along. "Oh look, taquitos. How brave are you feeling today?"

"Not that brave," Booth frowned. "Look here's some sandwiches; let's go with that."

"Do they have something besides ham and cheese?" Sweets asked.

"Well there is a lot of that," Booth said as he scanned the selection. "And not much else. Not unless you want an egg salad sandwich."

"Maybe," Sweets said. "Go ahead and pass me one." The agent picked up one of the black, plastic triangles but then hesitated right before handing it to Sweets.

"Nope, you can't have this one," Booth said, pulling it away. "It's only two days before its expiration date. How about ham and cheese?"

"Come on, Booth, it's probably ok," Sweets nearly whined. "I don't really want ham and cheese…Wait, what's that one toward the end on your side?"

"Turkey," Booth said, reaching for it. He looked it over and swiftly put it back. "Sorry Sweets, the seal on that one is broke. How about ham and cheese?"

"Booth," Sweets said, his eyes pleading. He knew that he could try to grab a sandwich for himself, but also figured that Booth could overpower him if the agent was determined enough, and right now, he was certain that Booth was plenty determined.

He stared at the rows of sandwiches in front of him before sighing, his shoulders slumping.

"Ham and cheese sounds good," the therapist said. "With a big glass of water…."

Once they had purchased their food, the two of them moved outside to eat. They walked over toward a set of picnic benches, and Sweets was about to sit down until he saw Booth climbing up to sit on the top of one of the tables. The therapist shrugged his shoulders and took off his suit jacket before climbing up to sit beside him. Booth opened up his container of sandwiches and pulled his phone out of his pocket.

"The Bureau is trying to find out about the latest storm chaser activity around here, seeing if any of the regulars have criminal pasts or some connection to the victim," Booth said before taking a bite of sandwich.

"Makes sense," Sweets said. "If someone wanted that mobile home, they might be willing to kill to get it."

"Yeah, I've been thinking about that," Booth said. "A lot of these guys probably have their own set-ups, right? Why would they need to steal Braley's?"

"Maybe someone was looking to sell it?" Sweets offered.

"Maybe," Booth said, taking a sip of his pop. "His brother did say that it was worth a lot…But, I don't know. Looking at it, I'd say that you'd almost have to know something about meteorology or storm chasing in order to know its real value."

"So we're back to the idea that a fellow storm chaser might have killed him," Sweets said. "But why?"

"Hopefully the Bureau can give us a lead on that," Booth said. The sound of cars approaching caught their attention and Booth got up to greet them. The agent conferred with the forensic techs for a few moments before they began the process of getting the mobile home ready to transport while checking it over for evidence at the scene. The operation took little time and soon they were on their way, and Booth rejoined Sweets at the picnic table.

They ate in silence, Sweets frequently taking large sips of water in between bites to help wash down the spongy bread, until Booth heard his phone ping. The agent read the latest messages over while taking a long gulp from his drink.

He then told Sweets about the film contract from the National Science Federation and the competition between both the victim and another storm chaser to secure the half million dollar reward. During the conversation, Sweets found himself frustrated that he had lost the ability to whistle.

'Stupid ham and cheese,' he thought as he slurped down some water. 'It's not even what I wanted in the first place.'

He watched Booth start to eat his sandwiches again before deciding that there was one topic of conversation that was far more pressing than the case or even their recent adventure into the world of gas station food.

"Why are you lying to Doctor Brennan?" Sweets asked. "You told her that a team was going to North Carolina…that's us."

Sweets then listened as Booth explained how he wanted to keep Brennan safe from the storms, not surprised at the agent's rationale given Booth's tendency to want to protect those close to him.

"Of course she's going to think that I'm, you know, overly protective," Booth said in conclusion before taking another bite of food.

"Aren't you though?" Sweets asked. Booth sighed, and Sweets had a feeling about what was coming, but decided to press on.

"Ok look, I'm just saying, Doctor Brennan is an adult," Sweets continued. "She's your partner both personally and professionally. While it's understandable…."

Sweets heard the phone ringing and he knew that the battle was lost, especially when Booth told him that they had found one of the storm chasers who they wanted to talk to, Antonia Lawrence. Conceding defeat, he decided to be happy that he was able to whistle again after having a bunch of water.

They gathered up the food to finish in the car on the way to the address given, when Sweets suddenly realized something.

"Uh Booth, I need to run to the restroom before we go," the psychologist said after he put his things into the SUV. Booth started to grin and Sweets knew that that did not mean anything good.

"Ok Sweets, I'll wait here," the agent said as he got into the car. "The sign said something about a key. I imagine the guy behind the counter has it."

Sweets froze when he heard those words. A bathroom key at a gas station was frequently a signpost to a space that was cleaned far less frequently than it should be. He briefly contemplated trying to see if he could wait, but all the water that he had drank to wash down his ham and cheese sandwich was making that an impossible option.

Sweets inwardly cursed his sandwich yet again and slowly walked back into the gas station, praying every step of the way that the guy was fastidious about cleaning despite his overly laid back appearance.

Shortly thereafter, they were back on the road, speeding toward the address given. Sweets thought about bringing up Booth's lie to Brennan again, but decided that he would need to wait for a more opportune time to do it.

Instead, the psychologist leaned back in his seat and watched the sky outside his window. He tried to distract himself with the case or even with the opera that he and Daisy were planning to see, but found himself continuing to stare at the dark clouds which were starting to blot out the sunlight. Booth glanced over at him.

"Have you ever seen a tornado before, Sweets?" Booth asked. The psychologist shook his head.

"No, not really," he said. "I've seen footage of them, and a few times when I was growing up some would touch down not too far from where we lived. But no…I never…." Sweets shook his head and continued to look out the window.

"Booth, there are a lot of storms around here," Sweets said quietly. "You think that…that maybe that….?"

"Hey look no, there's nothing to worry about, all right?" Booth interrupted. "We'll just talk to Toni Lawrence at whatever rest stop she's at, maybe do some asking around with the crew, but that's it. It's not like we'll be chasing storms too." Sweets nodded, trying to work up a smile while turning to face forward. Booth then grinned, pleased that he had managed to keep the mood light.

"In fact, we probably won't even see a major storm," Booth continued. "It'll just be a routine round of questioning. You'll see."