Don't own Bones. Nor a Dusenberg or Mercury.

Booth tried to stretch as he got off the elevator having spent a couple of hours in the interrogation room. He was now relaxing as he thought about how that time spent had produced positive results and the suspect would remain behind bars tonight and with his latest confession.

Booth looked at his phone and saw two missed calls from Brennan. He was about to call her back when he approached his office and saw her sitting there patiently waiting.

"Bones, what are you doing here?" He asked surprised. "Where's Christine, is she okay?" He asked now concerned about that and the two missed calls.

"No, she's fine. She's with my dad. I wanted to help you. I didn't like feeling like I couldn't do something."

"Oh, thank you." He said relaxing and kissed her lightly on the lips without concern in the emptied offices. "But there is no need. We got everything wrapped up."

"Oh, good, was Sweets able to help?"

Booth stopped and nodded his head as he suddenly remembered Sweets and his concern grew from his earlier stop. He had meant to call or go back by, but the interrogation interview had taken longer than he had expected. He looked at his watch which revealed it was near eight. He wondered why Sweets hadn't called him with the completed profile. It certainly wasn't like Sweets to take so long or not to try and call or text with results.

"You know it's late, let's head home but first let's make sure Sweets has gone home. He looked tired earlier and he must be getting a cold."

"Okay." Brennan said following Booth out of his office. "Though I don't understand why, Sweets is a grown man who is completely capable…"

"Of never telling anyone when he's overwhelmed." Booth finished for her. Brennan went to say that was not what her final statement was but instead paused to consider this equally as true of a statement.

Booth knocked on Sweets door and Brennan looked curiously at him as he never did that, Booth always walked right in. When there was no response Booth knocked a second time.

"Perhaps Sweets has gone home for the night, it is quite late. And why are you knocking, you never knock."

Booth was starting to feel guilty he did not open the door earlier to check on Sweets and now was further embarrassed to repeat that fact to Brennan so instead he shrugged and opened the door.

Booth walked in the dark office and wondered if Sweets had gone home but light was still coming from his monitor.

"Looks like he is not here." Brennan stated, though she searched for a light switch. She had not been in Sweets office without lights on before.

Booth began to walk further in the room towards Sweets desk to see if he had left any sort of notes when he tripped over something and fell forward. Brennan switched on a lamp as she was about to ask Booth if he was okay though she doubted a trip could cause him any damage.

"Booth!" Brennan said with great concern having found their friend once the desk lamp was on. Booth looked back towards her to see what he had tripped over which were Sweet's long leg extending past the length of the couch. Sweets was on the floor face down between the couch and the table before it.

"Sweets!" Brennan addressed him as she bent down to his head immediately checking for a pulse. Booth advanced, pushing the table aside so he could come close as well.

"Sweets!" Booth said as he shook Sweets shoulders to rouse him. Sweets began to mumble incoherently. Brennan was still checking vitals when Booth looked up at her for input.

"Sweets pulse is slow and though I don't have a thermometer for accurate measurement Dr. Sweets is dangerously warm to the touch."

It was all Booth needed to hear as he pulled out his cell to call for medical assistance. While spouting the particulars he was interrupted when Sweets began another brutal coughing spell which began to peak when Sweets seemed unable to breathe. Booth stopped talked when he saw the look of concern on Brennan's face.

Brennan was trying to turn Sweets face upwards from the floor to help him breathe when he finally coughed one more time dislodging something and went back to breathing again though more shallow. Brennan suspected this was not the first severe cough of this nature recently. Brennan decided to try and sit Sweets up so he could breathe better.

"Look we need that ambulance here….."

"Booth." Brennan said and the shudder in her voice that caused him to turn quickly towards her as his eyes went to what she was looking at. On the floor in the dim light where Sweets face had been lying was a splay of dark blood. Booth looked back at Sweets whose eyes tried to stay open but could not as though heavy weights were pulling on them. In the corner of his mouth he saw the same dark crimson liquid escaping.

"Immediately." Booth finished his sentence in the phone.

Booth waited with the phone in his hand though he could feel his knuckles turning white he was holding the device so tightly. He hated standing there holding a phone while Brennan could do little more than prop Sweets up and try to keep him in a sitting position so he could breathe. She had never seen the psychologist look so pale before, circles forming under his eyes as he now began to shiver slightly. Brennan tried to hide the concern on her face from both Sweets and Booth but Sweets shallow breathing and slow heart beat were making it difficult. She wanted to talk to him to keep him alert but she found a lump had formed in her throat and thus the words didn't want to come out.

The operator returned back to the line only to tell Booth that the nearest ambulance was caught in gridlock caused by a major accident coupled with a head of state motorcade route. Another one would be issued but would be over thirty minutes away. Booth was about to comment on the unacceptable nature of that when Sweets lunged forward in another violent coughing spell. This time he seemed to stop mid cough and as Brennan leaned him back his lips were taking on a blue tint as his eyes rolled back.

"No, no, no." Brennan said putting her hands to Sweets face to orient him. As his eyes caught hers for a second it was as though he committed to one more painful cough which allowed the pathway to clear and his breathing to continue.

Booth didn't need to see the red rims around Brennan's eyes to know this was past serious. "That's it. We can't wait a half hour." Booth said crouching down next to Sweets side opposite Brennan.

"What are we doing?" Brennan asked not opposed to an alternate plan to waiting but unsure of his current proposal.

Booth put Sweets arm over his shoulder and his own arm around Sweets back. Brennan did the same on the other side.

"We're going. We'll either meet the ambulance on the other side of the accident or get the hospital before they do." He explained as they left the room.