9.

ASC: Sorry, the move has been a deterrent towards writing. Let's get this one figured out…

The next day Booth and Brennan dropped Sweets at home with promises that they would all coming by later to check in. Back in the car, Brennan resumed driving. Booth insisted on going by the bureau to check on the case. Brennan finally relented when he promised to only be an hour. Something kept nagging at Booth and he wanted to know what was going on with the case.

"I should tell you something." Brennan added on their way. Booth wasn't so sure he liked her lackadasical approach to what was usually big news. "Homeland security assigned the Jeffersonian the case, under Agent Carson."

"What?" Booth asked surprised. "And you didn't tell me because…"

"Because it was best that you recover. Besides we were just doing the same work we usually do for you. It's no big deal Booth."

While Booth begged to differ he wasn't sure why. He was incredibly interested in what was new with Agent Carson.

Booth quickly located Agent Carson who noticed Booth's relaxed attire.

"Agent Booth, I wasn't aware we would see you so soon." Agent Carson greeted him with a handshake that Booth returned. He had no ill will towards the man.

"I wanted to see how the case was going. I understand the Jeffersonian team has been helping." Booth said trying to keep any sort of "tone" out of his voice.

"Yes, I hope you don't mind." Agent Carson said picking up on a hint of apprehension from Booth. "They have been a great asset. I know they wanted to finish what we started. We actually have an exciting new development."

"Yes, I just got a text from Cam that Angela and Hodgins may have found something?" Brennan asked.

"Yes, bright girl that one. She did some searches with some things your bug guy found and got us a possible location on our killer. Brilliant really. I've got a team going out there now." Carson explained.

"I'd like to go." Booth said.

Carson smiled a kind smile. "I appreciate that Agent Booth but the team has already left. Besides, you are technically on medical leave until tomorrow." The agent noticed the look in Booth's eyes. The look that read he wanted to finish what he started and see it thru.

"But I can offer a compromise. If this pans out, I'd like you to join me in the interrogation room." Carson offered and Booth smiled.

Carson left to get an update while Booth turned back to Brennan.

"Should we tell Sweets?" Brennan asked.

"No, let's let him get some sleep, he still looked really tired when we dropped him off." Booth suggested and Brennan nodded.

"Sweets refusal to not take the pain medication is not a wise decision." She added in her usual way.

"Yeah but I understand, they make you tired and loopy." Booth said thinking of his own lack of desire to take them.

"Agent Booth!" Carson said approaching them with a wide smile. "Good news, he's on his way."

Booth wanted to feel relief that the psycho was in custody but something continued to nag.

While Wilson Thompson, the domestic terrorist was on his way to F.B.I. headquarters Booth had time to get to his office and find a suit that he had stashed away. Brennan took the time to head back to the lab to be a communication line there in case Booth had anything for her there.

"Agent Booth, ready?" Agent Carson asked outside the door. Booth nodded. "Beware, this guy hasn't bathed in a very long time." Carson warned and Booth had a hard time masking the disgusted look on his face.

"Oh this is a shame." Wilson cooed.

"What is that?" Booth asked taking a seat along with Carson across from the malodorous wild eyed terrorist.

"I had hoped one of you would be, what was his name, Agent Sweets?" The way Wilson said it made Booth want to punch him. "He got away from me, I thought I had him." Wilson hissed and smiled. Cason didn't know Sweets well but he was by all means another agent so Carson wanted to punch him as well. However letting him go on a technicality wasn't an even trade for such an action.

"Well you are stuck with us today." Booth said in a cool manner brushing off the psycho. "Now why don't you tell us a little more about yourself Mr. Thompson."

Wilson sat back in his chair as though he were getting comfortable.

"No." Wilson said holding steady with a look that suggested he wasn't talking anymore. "I only want to talk to my missed victim."

"Well too bad, you're stuck with us." Booth said. Carson watched the exchange between Booth and Wilson. They were both stubborn.

"Why do you have such an interest in speaking with Dr. Sweets?" Carson asked.

"Doctor?" Wilson said surprised. "See I'm learning more all the time." He chuckled. "No one misses my intentions, I'd like to talk to the man who did."

"Well, I guess we're done here then." Booth said standing up and Carson followed. He had allowed Booth to take the lead and found the agent's lead to be interesting. He decided to follow it thru.

"Oh I don't think we're quite as done as you might hope." Wilson added running his hands along the edge of the table.

"We have plenty on you, you're going away for a long, long time." Booth said taking his folder to leave.

"Okay, I guess you want their blood on your hands." Wilson said and he got the desired stop he was looking for.

"Bluffing." Booth said turning around but not sitting.

"I could hear you in that building, you didn't think I didn't know you were coming for me? I was ready. I left a lot of things in places, things I could turn on with a switch before I left home. I was waiting for you." Wilson added.

"So what do you have planned?" Carson asked, impatient to know.

"A bomb, a big one this time, a big splash. The F.B.I. will have a lot of blood on it its hands if it doesn't listen to what I want." Wilson added.

"And that is?" Carson asked.

"I told you, Dr. Sweets, here, for a conversation."

Booth left the room and Carson followed.

"What's that all about?" Carson asked Booth, both more anxious now than either were showing in the room.

"I don't know but it's not good." Booth said.

"Do you think he's bluffing?" Carson asked.

"I doubt it. We've got to find that bomb." Booth said dialing Brennan.

"Well that's pretty easy, we get Dr. Sweets." Carson said simply causing Booth to hang up his phone.

"No." Booth said emphatically. "He's got something up his sleeve. After what Sweets has been thru I'm not exposing him to that psycho."

"Well I'm not willing to expose the general public to an explosion Agent Booth." Carson said more forcefully this time.

The fact wasn't lost on Booth but he also knew that putting Sweets, who wasn't better yet and still in fragile state after not only a head injury but the trauma of being stuffed in a body bag, by Booth. He wasn't willing to sacrifice Sweets and the years of help yet to come from Sweets at the sudden request of a known psychotic.

"Give my team some time to find the bomb." Booth offered. "Wilson wants the attention, he's not going to do anything yet. Let my people find it and if we can't then we call Sweets."

Carson nodded as Booth walked away to call Brennan. Once Booth was out of hearing range Carson nodded to another agent to come over.

"Call Dr. Lance Sweets. Tell him he's needed at F.B.I. headquarters immediately but for him to not call Agent Booth."