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Since there are only four chapters left, I am going to post every day this week. Everyone has been very patient with this story, especially the back story and I don't want you to have wait to see what is going on.

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Before leaving the Hoover building, Sweets had tracked down Charlie and asked him if he could borrow a black light wand thingy. Charlie had been amused that Sweets didn't know the proper name. Sweets had told Charlie that he wanted to show a friend of his how it worked and Charlie had found one for Sweets to borrow.

Parking across the street from Booth's apartment, Sweets had waited for Booth to come home. Once he saw Booth drive his SUV into the parking garage, Sweets had waited twenty minutes and then had got out of his car, locked it and walked across the street. Walking up the parking garage ramp, Sweets walked up to the first level and over to Booth's SUV. Taking his black light wand out of his jacket pocket, Sweets turned the light on and held it over the drops that he had thought were blood. Once the black light lit the spots, Sweets found that they glowed. Swallowing, Sweets then walked over to Booth's SUV and held the light next to the bumper and hatch. The light appeared to illuminate some spots on the back of the truck, the bumper and on the cement below the bumper.

His hands shaking, Sweets turned off the light and put the wand back into his jacket pocket. Leaning against the SUV, Sweets felt tears forming in his eyes. Putting his hands over his eyes he cried.

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Sweets had waited until he knew he was calm and then he had walked over to the elevator and rode it up to Booth's floor. Leaving the elevator, Sweets had walked slowly down the hallway to Booth's apartment. Standing outside the door, Sweets put his right hand against the door and leaned against it, looking down at the floor.

Finally deciding that he had to do something, Sweets stood up straight, inhaled deeply and then exhaled slowly. Feeling as calm as he was ever going to be, Sweets knocked on Booth's apartment door.

Opening the door, Booth was confronted with the one person in this world that he didn't want to see. Angry, Booth said, "What do you want Sweets?"

Seeing the anger, Sweets threw his shoulders back and said, "Agent Booth, can I come in? I'd like to talk to you."

Folding his arms across his chest, Booth said, "No, Sweets. You can't come in. I don't want to talk to you right now; so, I'd appreciate it if you would just go away."

Staring at Booth, Sweets said, "Why are you angry with me, Booth? What did I do to you to make you so mad at me? Is this anger at me or is this misplaced anger at Dr. Brennan?"

His face becoming expressionless, Booth moved his arms down to his sides and hooked his thumbs in his pockets. "Why would I be angry at Bones, Sweets?"

Shaking his head, Sweets said, "Do you really want to have this conversation in the hallway for your neighbors to hear?"

Sighing, Booth stepped back and to the side waiting for Sweets to enter the apartment. Seeing Sweets moving through the doorway, Booth turned around and walked down the short hallway in to his living room. Walking over to his couch, Booth sat down and crossed his legs. Putting his right arm along the top of the couch, he waited for Sweets to enter the room behind him.

Sweets, seeing Booth sitting on his couch in a relaxed position, felt more confused than ever. Walking around the couch, Sweets stood in front of Booth and said, "Where's Doctor Brennan?"

Smiling, Booth said, "That's for me to know, Sweets. It isn't any of your business where Bones is. You didn't answer my question. Why would I be angry with Bones?"

Seeing Booth's charm smile aimed at him, Sweets braced his shoulders back and said, "No one has seen Dr. Brennan for a few days. You called Cam and said she was sick. You told me that Dr. Brennan was at her father's place; but, her father says he hasn't seen her for a few days. It's obvious that you two have had a fight. What I want to know is, did Dr. Brennan leave on her own or did you do something to her and then take her someplace?"

Uncrossing his legs, Booth stood up quickly and walked over towards Sweets. Looming towards Sweets, Booth said with intense anger, "What the hell are you trying to say Sweets?"

Swallowing, Sweets looked at the rage in Booth's eyes and stepped back two steps. "Where is Dr. Brennan, Booth? Where is she?"

Forcing himself to relax, Booth shook his head and turned back towards his couch. Sitting down, Booth studied Sweets face. He was actually impressed that Sweets was still in the apartment talking to him. He knew Sweets was afraid of him. He could smell the sweat that must be running down Sweets' body. Some people didn't know that you can actually smell fear. Booth knew that you could all too well.

His face as emotionless as possible, Booth said, "You don't need to know where Bones is Sweets. Go away."

Shaking his head, Sweets said in a wavering voice, "I'm going to look around your apartment Booth. I'm going to see if Dr. Brennan is here."

Shrugging his shoulders, Booth leaned over towards the coffee table and picked up his TV remote. Looking up at Sweets, Booth said, "Knock yourself out."

Turning on his TV, Booth flipped the channel to the local news and leaned back against his couch. Watching Sweets out of the corner of his eyes, Booth saw Sweets turn around and walk into his bedroom. Smiling, Booth thought, "The kid has balls, I'll give him that."

Once Booth had given him permission to look, Sweets knew that Brennan wasn't in the apartment. This raised his anxiety levels even further than they had been. Looking around, Sweets went into each room and used his black light wand to see if he could find any signs of blood. He was careful to make sure that Booth didn't see it. After he had inspected every room, all he had left was the living room. Sweets, fearing for his life, decided not to use it there. Looking as carefully as he could, Sweets couldn't see any signs of a struggle.

Finishing his inspection, Sweets walked over to where Booth was sitting and said, "Why won't you tell me where Dr. Brennan is Booth? Why not just let me talk to her? What's the harm in letting me talk to her?"

Not looking up from his TV, Booth said, "She doesn't want to talk to you, Sweets."

Shaking his head, Sweets said, "Did you do something to Dr. Brennan? Did you hurt her and that's why neither one of you wants me to talk to her? You have so much pent up rage from your childhood you're like a dormant volcano waiting to go off. Your father used to beat up your mother, did you"

Not able to stand the dribble Sweets was spouting any more, Booth threw his TV remote down on the floor, stood up and quickly walked over to where Sweets was standing. Taking a fist full of Sweets shirt in his left hand, Booth said, "If you say one more word, I'm going to show you what real rage looks like Sweets."

Growing pale and feeling a little weak, Sweets pulled back as far as his trapped shirt would allow, "Let me go, Agent Booth. I want to leave."

Squinting his eyes at Sweets, Booth smirked and released Sweets' shirt.

Sweets, feeling his shirt snap back towards his chest, swallowed and said, "You're going to have to tell someone sooner or later where Dr. Brennan is. She can't stay missing forever."

Walking around Booth, Sweets walked over to the apartment door and put his hand on the door knob. Standing still for a couple of minutes, Sweets waited to see if Booth would say anything. Hearing Booth close his bedroom door, Sweets turned around to see that Booth was no longer in his sight. Sighing, Sweets opened the door and left the apartment.

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Angry, Booth walked into his bedroom and sat down on his bed. Looking at the floor, Booth tried to calm down. Closing his eyes, Booth fell back on to his bed and put his right wrist across his eyes. He had wanted to hit Sweets. He had wanted to hurt him. He wanted to slap Sweets until Sweets cried. Thinking about his father, Booth calmed down. "I'm not my father, Sweets," Booth thought. "You can make me so mad that I want to beat the shit out of you; but, I won't do that. I'm not my father and I never will be."

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Sweets is lucky that Booth isn't his father. Well, what do you think?