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The next morning, Booth woke up before his alarm clock went off. His back was hurting him a little and he was pretty sure that some of it was from sleeping with his feet on the floor for awhile the previous evening and part of it was just stress. Carefully getting out of bed, Booth walked into his bathroom and took a very hot shower. Once he felt the muscles of his back feel a little less tight, Booth got out of the shower, dried off, changed into his navy suit and light blue shirt and left the apartment.

Driving over to the Royal Diner, Booth tried not to think about Sweets and his meddling. Walking into the Diner, Booth walked over to his usual table and sat down. Ordering a big breakfast, Booth found he didn't have much of an appetite once his plate was put on the table in front of him. Moving his food around his plate, Booth didn't notice he had company until he saw a hand reach over and wave itself over his plate. Looking up, Booth saw that Max was sitting on the chair across from him.

Smiling, Max said, "You look like Tempe did this morning."

Frowning, Booth said, "What do you mean? Is Bones ok?"

Nodding his head, Max said, "Oh sure. She's just angry at Sweets. I don't think she was in bed for more than a couple of hours last night."

Sighing, Booth said, "Maybe we should just stop this whole thing. I don't want Bones upset. She's pregnant. All of this stress can't be good for her."

Shaking his head, Max said, "It's going to be over today, one way or the other. She's ok. She just doesn't like to be mad at people. You know that. She likes harmony."

Smiling, Booth said, "Yeah, she sure does. She doesn't always get it though."

Noticing, Booth toying with his food, Max said, "Aren't you hungry?"

Shaking his head, Booth said, "Not really."

Nodding his head, Max pulled Booth's plate over to his side of the table, took Booth's fork out of his hand and said, "Well, I am. No need for you to waste that."

Shrugging his shoulders, Booth picked up his cup of coffee and sipped it.

Not looking at Max, Booth asked, "You aren't afraid of me, are you?"

Looking up and giving Booth a strange look, Max said, "Hell no. Why would I be?"

Frowning, Booth looked at Max and said, "Some people are."

Laughing, Max said, "If I broke the law and I knew you were looking for me then, yeah, maybe I'd be afraid of you; but, that's understandable. You don't give up until you catch whoever you're after."

Shaking his head, Booth said, "It's not just criminals that are afraid of me."

Sighing, Max said, "You know what Booth. The Hell with them. You're family loves you and they aren't afraid of you. You have some friends and they aren't either. I sure as Hell know that Tempe isn't afraid of you. So the Hell with everyone else."

Smiling, Booth said, "Thanks Max."

Nodding his head, Max said, "You stupid cop. You worry too much. I don't want you worrying yourself into an early grave. Tempe is counting on you to stick around; so, keep it up and I'll kick your ass from here to the ocean."

Smiling, Booth said, "You and what army?"

Putting his fork down, Max looked at Booth and said, "I won't need an army. I'll just drug you first."

Laughing, Booth said, "You would too."

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Arriving at his office, Booth sat down on his chair at his desk and looked through the mail and forms sitting on his desk. Disgusted that the pile never seemed to shrink for long, Booth began to go through them. He managed to make the pile shrink to a reasonable level when he received the phone call he had been expecting.

Smiling, Booth said, "How'd it go?"

Sighing, Brennan said, "He's ok'd the transfer. We have to be at the airport in two hours. Judge Morrow signed the order and contacted the Marshall's service while I was still in his chambers. He wants the transfer to happen as fast as possible before anyone finds out about it. Once the plane is in the air, Judge Morrow said people can howl to the moon; but, it won't matter. It will be too late."

Laughing, Booth said, "This is great news. I'm going to go look for Sweets and I'll meet you there." After getting the particulars as to what airline was involved and where to meet Brennan, Booth ended his call.

Smiling, Booth stood up and left his office. Walking down the hall and then onto the elevator, Booth then went up to the next floor. Exiting the elevator, Booth turned right and walked down the hallway until he was standing in front of Sweets' office door. Removing emotion from his face, Booth opened the door and stepped into the office.

Sweets, looking up to see who had entered his office, frowned and said, "What do you want Agent Booth?"

Not saying anything, Booth walked around to the side of Sweets' desk, clamped his right hand on Sweets' arm and pulled Sweets up from his chair.

"We're going somewhere, Sweets." Booth said.

Seeing the unemotional mask that Booth wore, Sweets swallowed and said, "I'm not going anywhere with you."

Squinting his eyes, Booth said, "Yes you are. You don't have a choice."

Shaking his head, Sweets said, "I do have a choice. I'm not going with you."

Smirking, Booth said, "Would you like me to call Cullen and ask him why my profiler won't go with me when I need him to? What do you think Cullen would say? You're going with me now. Oh, I know, maybe you could scream that I'm kidnapping you. That might draw a crowd. Or maybe you could call 911 and tell them that a FBI agent is kidnapping you."

Seeing the cold smile on Booth's face, Sweets said, "I'm carrying a gun now, remember?"

Laughing, Booth said, "Good for you. Let's go."

Swallowing, Sweets said, "Ok."

Leaving his office, Sweets turned towards his secretary and said, "Cindy, Agent Booth is taking me somewhere. I don't know where. I just want you to remember that I left with Agent Booth."

Puzzled, Cindy said, "Sure thing, Dr. Sweets."

Exiting his office, Sweets turned to Booth and said, "Where are you taking me?"

Smiling coldly, Booth said, "I'm taking you to my truck. We're going to get in it and we're going for a little ride. Come on Sweets. It's nothing we haven't done a hundred times before. You aren't afraid to go with me for a little drive are you? I thought we were friends."

Staring at Booth, Sweets said, "I thought we were too."

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I think Sweets is worried. I would be if I was him.

Next up: We finally find out who Tim is. Yes, it isn't fair to make you wait; but, the next chapter will be emotional and long by my standards. Review if you have time. I'd be interested in any comments you have. Up Next: Sweets finds out who Tim is and what his story is.