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Startled, Booth awoke hearing his cell phone ringing. Groaning, Booth sat up on his bed and looked at his phone lying on his dresser just a few feet from him. Realizing that sleeping with his feet on the floor was a stupid thing to do, Booth slowly stood up and hobbled over to the dresser.

Picking up his phone, Booth accepted his call,"Yeah?"

Puzzled at Booth's greeting, Brennan said, "What's wrong, Booth?"

Sighing, Booth said, "Nothing's wrong, Bones. Sweets was here and I'm still a little pissed, that's all."

Concerned, Brennan said, "Tell me what happened."

Nodding his head, Booth slowly walked back to his bed and sat down on the edge. Looking at nothing, Booth said, "He thinks I hurt you or maybe even killed you."

Angry, Brennan said, "I know that's what we wanted him to think; but, still, you would think he would know you well enough by now to know that you would never hurt me. If he would have just asked the right questions from the start then none of this would have happened. I'm sorry Booth that Sweets isn't acting like the friend that he claims to be. I don't think Sweets is a very good friend or a very good psychologist."

Sighing, Booth said, "Actually he's a very good profiler and he's a very good criminal psychologist. He's just terrible when it comes to understanding us. He thinks he knows us. He knows about our childhood and he thinks we fit some cookie cutter syndrome or something. He doesn't know Jack about us. He sticks his nose in our business and he thinks he knows how we think and what we'll do under certain circumstances. Well, Sweets is full of shit."

Nodding her head, Brennan said, "That's why I hate psychology. There are too many variables in our backgrounds for him to truly know us. I really dislike his meddling in our business. He thinks he knows what's best for us. He really doesn't though."

Frowning, Booth said, "We aren't some broken toys that he can play with. That's what I feel like sometimes. I feel like he thinks we're broken toys that he can fix."

Concerned, Brennan asked, "What are you going to do next?"

Shaking his head, Booth said, "Nothing for now. I'm going to wait until you call me in the morning with Judge Morrow's decision. If it goes our way, I'm going to drag Sweets' ass to the airport with me and let him see what's going on. I think that will embarrass the hell out of him and I want to see his ass squirm."

Nodding her head, Brennan asked, "What if it doesn't go our way?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Booth said, "Then I'll have Tim drop by the Hoover with you and we'll embarrass the shit out of Sweets there. Either way, Sweets is going to swing in the wind tomorrow. I'm tired of his interfering crap."

Smiling, Brennan said, "Good. Maybe this will teach him to quit judging us by some misguided standard of behavior."

Frowning, Booth said, "Do you still want to work with him in the future?"

Thinking it over for a few seconds, Brennan said, "Yes, of course. You did say he is the best profiler the FBI has and I only like to work with the best."

Smiling, Booth said, "That's why you work with me."

Laughing, Brennan said, "Amongst other reasons."

Switching his phone to his other ear, Booth said, "Do you want me to come over there tonight?"

Smiling, Brennan said, "Do you want to make love to me with Dad in the same apartment? I know you value privacy."

Scrunching his face, Booth said, "Not especially. Let's talk for awhile."

Smiling, Brennan said, "Why don't we go to a hotel for the night? I could meet you somewhere."

Shaking his head, Booth said, "Nah, we better not. Sweets is probably outside right now watching for my truck. He probably hopes I'll panic and drive over to where you are or your body is and catch me. We better stay where we are."

Sighing, Brennan said, "I don't want to do any more practical jokes, Booth. They are very inconvenient and I certainly am not amused."

Smiling, Booth said, "You're right, Bones. We suck at this. This is the last time we do this. The next time someone pisses us off we'll just confront them and I'll either beat the Hell out of them or you can just scare them."

Shaking her head, Brennan said, "I don't understand. How would I be able to scare someone? I'm not a violent person nor am I physically intimidating."

Shrugging his shoulders, Booth said, "It's simple, remind them that you're the world's leading forensic anthropologist and if you wanted to murder them no one would ever find their body. You could also remind them that with me helping you your plan would be fool proof. That aught to scare the Hell out of them."

Smiling, Brennan said, "Oh, that's a good idea. We'll do that the next time although I hope there never is a next time."

Sighing, Booth said, "I hate to burst your bubble, Bones; but, this is going to happen again."

Thinking about it for a few seconds, Brennan said, "You're right, Booth. Sweets is incapable of minding his own business. At least the next time, I hope he actually does better research and ask proper questions before he involves us in his rumor mill."

Nodding his head, Booth said, "God, I hope so Bones. The next time I just might wring his neck for him."

Shaking her head, Brennan said, "Not before I do, Booth."

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Well, Booth and Brennan are really pissed at Sweets now. Booth needed Brennan to talk to him and help calm him down after Sweets little visit. Now the rest of their plan is set. We will see the final part of the prank start tomorrow and end on Friday.

Up next: A trip that Sweets doesn't want to take.