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Booth woke up early. Kissing his sleeping wife, he grabbed the suit hanging by the door before entering the hospital bathroom. Stripping quickly, he got under the hot water and relaxed. Grateful for the full shower as opposed to the makeshift showers in other patient rooms, he continued to let the water do its magic on his back, which needed all the help he could get after spending the last two nights with his wife in her hospital bed. As for the dull pain in his soul, no relief in the world would let him escape the events of the last 72 hours.

Booth continued to ruminate until he felt the water getting cold. He quickly finished, got out, dried himself off, and quickly prepared himself for the long day. When his routine was completed, he took a minute and said a prayer for Agent Sparling, for Sweets, and for his family in the coming days. His heart was telling him that things were coming to a head in regards to Pelant and needed all the help he could get.

He heard his cell phone play Hot Blooded and saw there was a text from his wife.

Booth, it's getting late and we are getting hungry

Laughing, Booth walked out and saw his wife sleepy, hair sticking up on her head, and her blue eyes lit. He thought she was the most beautiful thing he ever saw. "You are so beautiful, Temperance Brennan."

His wife rolled her eyes. "Obviously you have not had any coffee and are still asleep, Booth. Now, the baby and I are getting hungry and you have to pick up Wendell."

"...and Agent Shaw and Sweets."

Brennan became confused. "Booth you told me he was not going to Maryland and when he came here yesterday it looked like he hadn't slept or showered since everything happened. How are you going to make him go?"

Booth walked to Brennan's bed and gave her a passionate kiss, letting go reluctantly. "Don't you worry about that, Bones. Just know he's going. He's at the house now because I have his car and probably still passed out on our couch."

Brennan looked at her husband and sighed. It's statements like that Booth that make me worry."

"Bones, it will be fine. Now, I need to get going to the diner. What do you want for breakfast?"

"A fruit salad and juice" As Booth turned to leave, Brennan spoke up again. "Oatmeal also. Fresh berries on the side, not cooked..."

Booth waited a moment trying to hide a smile as he waited for her to continue and he wasn't disappointed.

"Two eggs scrambled with no salt and whole wheat toast."

"Anything else?"

Brennan thought for a second. "I don't think so."

"Okay, I will be back soon with your breakfast but I have to grab mine on the run with the others. Be back soon. I love you, Bones." He walked over and kissed his wife again before doing the same with her abdomen. "I love you, too, Baby"

Brennan chuckled. "We love you too, Booth."

A little over an hour later, Booth was pulling to the street in front of his house. Wendell and a blood-shot eyed Genny got out in silence each holding Styrofoam containers as Booth pulled a suit from the back seat hanger.

"You two go wait by my Sequoia. Here's Bones' copy of my keys." He pulled the house keys off of a skull carabiner and handed them to Genny. "Sweets and I don't need an audience, but if we're not out in twenty minutes, I will need you two."

Booth grabbed his breakfast from Wendell and headed to his front door. Throwing the suit over his shoulder, he used his free hand to unlock the door and walked in to see Emma, Parker, and Christine in their pajamas in the living room. However, Sweets was nowhere to be seen.

"He's in the downstairs bathroom throwing up." Emma replied to her uncle's unspoken question. Remembering their phone conversation earlier that morning, she turned to the younger ones. "Parker, grab Christine so we can watch a movie in the man cave."

"But I'm in the third quarter—"

Booth hated being the bad guy, but it couldn't be helped this time. "Parker, go with Emma and take Christine with you."

Seeing his father was serious, he saved his game and took his little sister's hand. "Come on Christine. We're going to Dad's Man Cave."

When the children left the room, Booth sat the container down and stood in the living room waiting patiently. About five minutes later, Sweets shuffled into the living room, still wearing the clothes from day before. Booth merely waited for the younger man to notice him.

Sweets finally looked up and was startled. "Jesus, Booth. You scared the shit out of me."

"Good. That means you're awake. Now, go jump in the downstairs shower. You can use the electric I leave down here to shave and here's a suit I grabbed from your office. Now, hurry up because we have to be on the road by 10:00 and I haven't had my breakfast yet."

Sweets tossed the suit on the back of the sofa. "I'm not going, Booth."

"Yes, Sweets, you are."

Sweets crossed his arms and his usually warm brown eyes flared in defiance. "No, Booth. I told you I talked to Olivia at the hospital. I have things to do for the case and someone needs to stay with the kids."

The men had a stand off for about thirty seconds when Max walked in the front door. "Guys, get the hell out of here. I want to spend time with my grandchildren without your ugly mugs to look at."

Booth gave Max a smile in a silent thank you, which his father-in-law acknowledged with a nod. "The kids are in the man cave, Max."

When his father-in-law left the room, Booth turned back to Sweets. "As you can see, I have someone here for the kids today. Now, get your skinny ass in gear so we can go. Your breakfast is in my truck."

Sweets began to get angrier. "What the hell do you have between your ears, a hockey puck? I'm not going and that's final. Now get out and let me be."

Booth got mad now. "Listen shitforbrains, I may not have a doctorate but I'm not an idiot. This is my house, and I'm not going without you. You can sit in the truck during the service for all I care, but your skinny, whinny ass will be there with us, not here, your apartment, or your office pouting like a crybaby."

"FUCK YOU, BOOTH!" Sweet erupted and shoved Booth. "Don't use reverse psychology on me. God damn you! I can't see her again! Don't you understand! She's dead. She's never coming home. I can't….I just can't….." Sweets collapsed to the floor and wept the tears he'd been too afraid to release for days.

Booth gave him a moment before he took Sweets in a bear hug as the younger man purged himself. When the psychologist began to calm down, Booth let go of him. "Sweets…..you've got twenty minutes. I'll be out in the truck with Wendell and Agent Shaw. If you're not out there, we're coming in to get you. Sit in the truck if you want, but you're riding with us there."

Leaving Sweets on the floor in a heap, the agent got up, walked back to the man cave, and opened the door. Max looked up and Booth shrugged his shoulders in response. Understanding, Max nodded before putting his attention back to the kids. Grabbing his breakfast where he set it down, Booth walked back to the SUV and got in the driver's seat.

"Is he coming?" Wendell asked

"We'll see in eighteen minutes." Booth said before he started eating.

Twenty-five minutes later, Booth signaled to the others and all were moving to get out of the SUV when the front passenger door opened. Putting his Styrofoam container on the dash, Sweets bucked himself in and began eating. "Sorry I'm late" he muttered.

All got back in. Relieved, Booth started the vehicle and put it into gear before pulling past the gate and leaving the driveway.

At 11:45, Booth and his passengers arrived at the cemetery in Hagerstown. After parking, three people moved to get out of the SUV, with one remaining in the vehicle. After sending Wendell and Genny to the graveside, the agent moved to Sweets' door and opened it. "Sweets, the service is right over there."

"I'm not going."

Booth huffed in annoyance. "God damn it, Sweets..."

The psychologist gave an equal look of annoyance. "You said I could sit in the truck, so I'm sitting in the truck."

His patience at an end, Booth forcefully grabbed the younger man's shoulders so Sweets was facing him. "Listen to me, you fucking crybaby. The woman you love lost her life by being the epitome of a Federal Agent. Fidelity. Bravery. Integrity. She deserves to be honored by her loved ones and to be remembered for the life she led. She also deserves more than for the man she cared for to piss and moan because he doesn't have the guts to show how he felt about her….to cry in front of people. I thought you were better than that, Sweets. Now, I'm done with trying to talk some sense into you. Now, while you sit here and pout, I'm going to honor one of the brightest agents I had the pleasure to know."

Booth slammed the door and stormed off without looking back. 'God I hope that worked. I didn't want to be that cruel but I had no choice.'

Sweets sat in the SUV stewing over Booth's dressing down of him. "What an asshole! He said I didn't love Olivia. Of course I loved her. I loved her hair….her smile….the way she would yell at the screen when we would watch a kung fu movie….the way she loved me as I was."

Tears started to stream down his face as he remembered the last time he saw her. "She looked so…pale…..burned….she was too quiet...nobody will know how great you were…"

Booth sat quietly waiting for the service to begin. He believed in honoring the dead, but each service that he has attended for a fallen comrade took a little more out of him each time.

Agent Sparling should be with Sweets right now watching another kung fu movie. Her career was on the upswing and she was going places. She didn't deserve to die from a madman's bomb….a madman that he should have killed when he had the chance. He knew that it wasn't his fault, but parts of him couldn't help but go back there. His thoughts were interrupted by a quiet voice.

"Is this seat taken?"

Booth looked up and saw Sweets. "Yeah, it's free."

Sweets sat down and sighed. "Thanks, Booth…..for everything."

"No problem."

The minister walked up to the coffin and began the graveside service