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Booth had gone into work the next day still feeling a little drained. He still had a headache; but, it was more annoying than painful. He had been working on his inevitable paper work when he heard a knock on his door and the door opened. Looking up, Booth saw Sweets enter his office.

Sighing, Booth put down the form he was working on and folded his arms across his chest, waiting.

Sweets, seeing Booth move his arms into a classic defensive gesture, sat down on the chair next Booth's desk and smiled.

"Agent Booth, Daisy told me something very interesting Saturday night and I think we need to discuss it."

Frowning, Booth glared at Sweets and said, "I'm not really interested in anything Daisy said to you, Sweets. She's a busy body like you are."

A little hurt, Sweets said, "I am not a busy body. I'm your therapist. You are my patient. I'm here out of concern about the recent changes in your life. I just want to make sure that they aren't causing you any undue distress. I worry that it may interfere with your job. If you're not handling the stress you're under properly, it could allow you to make mental mistakes that could get you killed."

Shaking his head, Booth said, "You used to be my therapist. You're just my profiler now."

Smiling, Sweets said, "Ok, I was your therapist; but, you might want to keep in mind that I can easily change that. If I bring up my concerns about your mental health to our superiors then I'm sure that you would be forced to come to me for therapy again. I don't want to do that unless you make do it. I would rather handle any problems you and Dr. Brennan are having privately. No one else needs to know that you're consulting with me."

Uncrossing his arms, Booth leaned over his desk and put his clenched fists on top of the flat surface. "You'd blackmail me?"

Shaking his head, Sweets said, "I'm not trying to blackmail you Agent Booth. I want to help you as a friend; but, if you force the issue then I will help you as your therapist."

"What do you want?" Booth asked with a chill in his voice.

Continuing to smile, Sweets said, "Daisy said that you're married to Dr. Brennan. If that's true then you'll have to report your marriage status change to Human Resources. I want to make sure that you're comfortable with your new marriage status and that Dr. Brennan and you will still be able to work together once she comes back to work from maternity leave."

Unclenching his hands, Booth leaned back in his chair and smiled, "As usual, Daisy doesn't have all of her facts right. Bones and I aren't married."

Frowning, Sweets said, "Daisy said that you called Dr. Brennan your wife when you were talking to some deputy on Saturday."

Shrugging his shoulders, Booth said, "I was sick, Saturday. Daisy and Hodgins close encounter with a skunk made me sick. I've had a headache since Saturday afternoon. You try to think and talk coherently while sick to your stomach and your head is pounding. They're lucky I didn't shoot their asses for what they did."

Staring at Booth, Sweets said, "Don't you think that's a little over the top? You're always threatening to shoot people. Why do you do that? You have to know that makes people uncomfortable. It's almost childish."

His face becoming an emotionless mask, Booth said, "I learned a long time ago that the best way to make people leave me alone is to threaten to shoot them. I don't give a damn if you think it's childish or not. I work with geniuses. They know they're smarter than me and they think they can say or do anything they want around me. They don't care if I object to their behavior because I'm just some dumb cop that doesn't know the difference between RNA and DNA. If I let them, their disrespect for me would be overbearing and unbearable. As it is, I know that they respect threats to their personal safety. It's the only thing that seems to get their attention and the only thing that makes them at least acknowledge that there are borders that they shouldn't cross, at least, not with me."

A little surprised, Sweets said, "But you aren't a dumb cop. You have a college degree and you do work with geniuses. You can't be dumb and do either of those things."

Taping his right index finger on his desk, Booth said, "You're damn right I'm not dumb. Do you think Bones would ever be interested in someone who was really stupid? I'm dumb compared to her; but, then so is everyone else and that includes you by the way. Now, I've told you that I'm not married. Bones isn't married. When we do get married then I will inform the FBI that I am. We're through Dr. Sweets. You can go now."

Sighing, Sweets said, "I didn't come to you to make you mad, Agent Booth. I just want to make sure that you and Dr. Brennan are handling the changes you're going through in as healthy a way as possible. You both have gone through a lot in the last couple of years. Your lives have been like a rollercoaster. That kind of upheaval would be enough to bother people with normal backgrounds and strong support from family and we both know that you and Dr. Brennan do not have normal backgrounds and neither one of you have a family group that is as supportive as you both need."

Moving his hands to his knees, Booth sat forward in his chair and said, "Bones and I have stronger family support than you think, Sweets. It might not fit your idea of what a family is; but, Bones and I have a lot of family and we can rely on them when we need to. I have a lot of work to do. Are we done?"

Standing up, Sweets said, "I hope you consider me part of your family, Agent Booth. I know you don't have much family; but, I'm there for you if you ever need me to be."

Surprised, Booth said, "Sure Sweets. Thanks."

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Sweets is a pain in the tuckus; but, I guess he means well.