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They were not far from the hospital when Booth asked if they needed to stop at the pharmacy for any prescriptions. Sweets mumbled that they could get them later but Booth said it was on the way. Sweets nodded and struggled to remember the name of the one the doctor said he called it in to. Booth was concerned about that but just nodded instead. Brennan put the half pharmacy name into the GPS and deduced which one it was.

As they waited for their turn in the drive thru window of the pharmacy, thus not allowing Sweets to insist on going in to buy it, Brennan glanced back at Sweets, still half awake and staring out the window.

She took out her cell and texted Booth, hoping Sweets didn't notice. Booth's cell buzzed as he had been too distracted with his thoughts to guess what Brennan was doing. He read the text. 'We can't leave Sweets home alone.' He looked to he raised eyebrows and nodded mouthing "I know." Brennan felt relieved that she now realized this had not been Booth's plan to give him a car ride to his apartment.

Prescriptions in hand the trio continued to their destination. Since Sweets was no completely lucid nor entirely awake he did not realize they were not headed to his apartment. Brennan had been busily texting Cam and Angela that Sweets had left the hospital and they were headed over to her place. Angela had readily agreed to pick up Christine and bring her by as a good reason to see, and yell at Sweets.

"This isn't my place." Sweets said nearly falling out the door when Brennan had opened it having been resting against it for the trip. Booth reached out in a quick reflex having caught him by the shoulder.

"Are you sure?" Booth asked allowing Sweets time to get his feet clumsily on the ground.

"Booth, don't tease someone in his condition." Brennan said quietly walking ahead to unlock the door.

"Well he deserves it for leaving the hospital and scaring us all half to death! Twice! In two days!" Booth shouted after her while trying to encourage Sweets by pulling his shoulder.

"No." Sweets said behind in the conversation. "Not my place." Then he caught on to where they were. "Oh, wait, no." He shook his head bringing on a headache. "I can't stay here. Not again, I'll never hear the end of it. I'd like to go home please." He said turning back to the car but began to stumble. Booth stepped back to grab him but was too far ahead. Instead Hodgins had just arrived and stepped in pushing Sweets forward.

"I gotcha man." Hodgins said as he and Booth helped the growlingly tired Sweets to the door. Angela was in tow with a toddler holding on to each hand. Brennan was busy turning on lights as they all entered.

Hodgins & Booth quickly shuffled Sweets to the couch where he was mumbling about the comforts of his own home.

"Thanks." Booth said lightly to Hodgins who smiled. Hodgins still harbored a feeling a guilt for what happened to Sweets, a small repayment at a time.

Brennan was thanking Angela for picking up Christine as Booth picked up the little girl and tossed her in the air, much to Brennan's dismay. Angela walked over to Sweets to begin her tirade about him leaving the hospital only to find him exhausted and sound asleep on the couch. He looked uncomfortable having been in a sitting position with his head slumped to the side.

Angela relented, glad he was still alive if only to make stupid decisions. She picked up Sweets feet and swung them up on the couch, then pulled his shoes off. Hodgins and Booth played with the children and watched as Brennan came up to Angela with a blanket and together they covered him with it. They smiled at each other before joining the boys.

"Can I do anything else?" Angela asked as Hodgins stood up to leave.

"I think he needs rest now. I'll keep an eye on him look for changes in his condition." Brennan said.

"We all can help." Hodgins said preferring to look at Michael than the faces of the group. "We can all do something."

"We should all get some rest, it was a long day yesterday." Brennan suggested and they couldn't help but agree.

With a few goodbyes they left. Brennan and Booth decided to not wake Sweets and instead let him sleep while they ate dinner but agreed Sweets needed to eat something soon.

The figure on the couch began to move some though didn't wake up. Christine ran over while Booth & Brennan cleared the dishes. When they came over to see what Christine was doing they found she had crawled up next to Sweets and they had both fallen back asleep.

Booth smiled. "Well, so much for Christine taking the first watch."

Sweets slept into the next day as Booth also took the day off, much to his boss's surprise delight, to keep an eye on the popular profiler employee. Anyone else and Booth figured the bureau may not have been so interested.

Booth hadn't remembered the last time he sat the chair in the living room watching movies in the middle of a rainy day. He didn't want to stray much farther though Brennan had given him an idea of what to look for by way of symptoms for Sweets. He would have preferred watching the action flick with the sound turned up but instead he kept the volume low.

By noon the psychologist shifted and woke up, disoriented. His eyes fluttered open as he looked around. He went to sit up quickly earning a headache and wave of nausea on the empty stomach.

"Whoa, slow down." Booth said turning to attention in his own seat.

Sweets looked around and recognized he was at Brennan & Booth's place. He rubbed his head and Booth wasn't surprised to see he wasn't feeling any better. If this was the flu times a thousand it was going to take more than a day, despite what Sweets thought.

"How are you feeling?" Booth knew it was a trivial question but he wanted to at least say something.

Sweets wanted to say great and that he was good to go home but he knew his pale complexion would give away the lie. "I've been better." He said rasping but with a smile.

"Ah, so you do know how to be honest." He said with his own smile. "Sounds like you need some water." Booth left to get it before Sweets could argue and Sweets considered that water was a must. Booth promptly returned with water and some saltines. Sweets was more interested in the water and so another glass came.

Booth said little more as Sweets sat still obviously exhausted and went back to the TV show and idle prattle. He tried to look casual but he was keeping close watch on Sweets. A while later he ate a cracker and Booth hide the 'beside himself with joy' feeling.

After the movie was over Sweets got up and Booth said little as he slowly moved on shaky legs.

"There's a bag of stuff from your place over there. You're welcome to whatever."

"Thanks." Sweets said as he shuffled as fast as he could, about the pace of a drugged out snail, towards the bathroom.

Booth was pacing around when Brennan came home with Christine and grocery bags.

"Oh good you're home." He said with relief as he took the bags from her.

"Yes, what's wrong?" Brennan asked as she sat Christine down.

Booth came close to whisper. "Sweets, he's been in the bathroom for like an hour."

"Well did you check on him?"

"Bones, I can't go up to the bathroom to check on a guy."

"So you want me to?" She asked trying to follow the logic train.

"Well, no, yes, well, you're more doctor type…."

Booth paused as the bathroom door opened and Booth visibly relaxed.

"How are you feeling Dr. Sweets?" Brennan asked watching Sweets very slowly head back in the room in bare feet and casual knit pants and sweatshirt. His bag looked like it was too heavy for him to carry. His hair was wet and despite what a refreshing shower may have offered he looked exhausted again and Booth worried.

"Let me get your bag there." Booth said taking it from him before he could react. "I'll put it in Parker's room." Booth said leaving.

"Agent Booth, that's not necessary…" Sweets began but exhaustion took over and he began to sway. He thought un-noticed but it was very visible to Brennan who ushered him over to the couch before he fell down. "Really I'm fine to go home." He insisted.

"Really?" Brennan asked standing before him in a building huff. "If you can walk up and down our stairs three times you can go home."

Sweets looked over at the stairs and even the distance between where he was and there looked exhausting.

"I'm not a child." He said meekly.

"Then don't act like one." She said plopping Christine down in his lap. "Now please keep an eye on Christine while I make dinner." She said in a small storm off but came back. "And you have to eat four, no eight whole meals to go." She huffed off again.

Booth tepidly entered the room hoping he wasn't the one on the end of the angry stick. He cautiously approached the kitchen when Brennan smiled at him and he was glad that he wasn't on the receiving end of the bad mood. Brennan sighed that perhaps she was too tough on Sweets. Booth quietly approached her and gave her a hug. They went to making dinner while Sweets and Christine watched cartoons.

While Sweets didn't eat much for dinner he did fall asleep right after. Brennan decided it was a start. The next day Booth and Brennan headed off to work. Sweets slept thru the door closing but was surprised when he woke up to see bugs on the TV screen and looked over to see Hodgins sitting sipping coffee repeating how fascinating the show was. Sweets groaned.

"Am I not only under house arrest that I'm in need of a baby sitter?"

"Yep." Hodgins said then called Sweets attention to what they were doing next. Sweets hoped he could meet Brennan's tasks soon so he didn't have to watch any more bug shows.

The routine continued with dinners that exceeded Sweets desire to eat and baby sitters to arrive when anyone left. Cam was only there half a day which Sweets preferred to pretend to sleep thru as she tried vainly to look like she enjoyed sitting and watching TV for half a day. She didn't like not doing something. Then came Wendell which was equally as daunting. He decided if Daisy showed up he would decidedly take him own life but on the third day he was pleased to see Angela showed up.

Feeling much better and the only one to humor him she walked with him around the living room, then after lunch they sat outside to enjoy a nice day and even a walk up and down the block though there were a few pit stops on the way.

Sweets smiled at his time with Angela as she was relaxing and so undemanding to be around. By that night when Booth and Brennan arrived and Sweets assumed he was going home. Instead they insisted he wait till Sunday despite his progress.

Sunday came and so did everyone over for a BBQ lunch. Sweets realized by Sunday morning that Sunday also happened to be the day his roommates returned home from their conference. Something he figured Booth knew all about.

He sat quietly and enjoyed the time with his friends. He still ate lightly but they said nothing as the color and generous smile were returning to his face.

Angela and Hodgins had arranged to stay to clean up and watch Christine while Booth and Brennan would take Sweets home. All their faces looked up when they heard a car horn honk and Booth looked outside to see a taxi.

They turned to look at Sweets who stood with his bag.

"I can get it from here." He said having figured out their plans. "Thank you all, for everything."

He said and with a series of goodbyes they watched him go. "See you tomorrow." He called as he closed the door behind him.

"He's not seriously thinking of coming to work tomorrow is he?" Booth said with a laugh.