11.

"Lose track of time?" Booth asked Wilson as they reentered the interrogation room.

Wilson looked at them with a grin. It quickly vanished as Booth tossed the deactivated bomb on the table. Wilson's smile instantly faded as he grew pale. Booth's grin widened as he looked to Sweets who smiled as well.

"Not so chatty now are ya?" Booth asked with his boyish grin.

Wilson looked back at Booth and then to Sweets, speechless.

"Well, I think we have everything right Sweets?" Booth asked and Sweets nodded.

"I think we're good." Sweets said and they stood up to leave, looking to Wilson once more with a certain amount of satisfaction.

Booth turned to the door but Sweets paused.

"You know, you can be alone, but you're never really lonely." Sweets said as he left.

Booth smiled. "Oh he won't be all that lonely in jail. I'm sure he'll make some, uh, friends."

They shut the door as Wilson's shocked face looked at the closed door.

"What do you think of that?" Booth said raising his glass to which the others followed at the Four Fathers.

"Case closed." Cam said. "And very glad to say so."

The others nodded having had a few already. The group downed their drink, attempting to calm nerves that had been unsteady since holding the active bomb. They were happy to have the bomb squad arrive in time and deactivate it since there was no time to run from the building and most people hadn't been evacuated anyway.

"And a job well done." Booth said to Sweets who seemed preoccupied.

"Yes, but the whole team." Sweets said deflecting the attention off himself.

"That was impressive Sweets. I'll admit I don't usually think very highly… ouch!" Brennan said as Booth smiled at her having stepped on her toe. "But you figured out what we could not. And you saved a lot of lives."

"We all do something. Today was just a good day." Sweets said finishing his drink. Brennan wondered if he should really be drinking Scotch though some was left.

"Well I hate to break up the party, but we'd better pick up Michael Vincent." Angela said.

"We should be getting home to Christine as well." Brennan announced.

"Dr. Sweets, how about I give you a ride home?" Cam offered and Sweets remembered he didn't have a car and nodded. For some reason she wasn't quite ready to leave the young man on his own, something nagged at her.

"Yeah, let me just pay." Sweets said reaching for a wallet he hoped he had brought along in his mad dash to leave the house.

"I got this." Booth said. "We'll catch up." The rest knew that Booth wanted a moment alone with Sweets who was busy rubbing his right ribs.

"Sweets, you uh…" Booth said pointing to his side.

"Huh? Oh I'm fine, just sat funny I think." Sweets said. "Really though Booth, I can pay, I'm pretty sure I brought my wallet."

"No it's not that, I was just thinking, about before all this, and the diner a few days ago and then everything Wilson said." Booth said. He realized he wanted to say something but now that he was saying it he wasn't comfortable. "He was wrong you know, you were wrong, in the diner the other day, you know. There's someone out there."

Sweets smiled knowing where Booth was going and cut him short knowing his discomfort on this topic.

"Booth." Sweets said stopping him. "Thanks. And yeah, maybe, one day."

"Lots of time left kid." Booth said dropping some bills on the table to pay.

Sweets drew his glass up and drank the rest of the scotch in it. He sat it down on the table and swirled the bottom of it, noticing now a small trace of undissolved white powder in the bottom.

Booth was a few feet away when he heard the crash to the floor. He turned around to see Sweets on the floor, leaning up against the bar, a trickle of blood coming from his mouth.

"Sweets?" Booth asked as he turned back. The group saw Booth turn and run back and rushed back inside.

"Sweets?!" Booth said as another patron was already calling 911. "Sweets. What's going on?" Booth asked and looked at the glass still in Sweets hand only to see the white substance in the bottom that Sweets had also seen.

Sweets eyes rolled over to momentarily concentrate on Booth's.

"I guess time's up." Sweets said as his eyes rolled back in his head.

Booth wondered for a second as the ambulance approached if Wilson had won after all.