Brennan rubbed at her eye yet again as she heard someone knocking on her doorway. She looked up and saw Sweets standing in her doorway, leaning up against the doorframe with his legs crossed at the ankle and his hands clasped infront of him. He had a look on his face that she hadn't seen in awhile. It was his 'we have to talk face.'
"Hello, Sweets, what are you doing here?" Brennan asked, though she already knew the answer.
"I heard the news about Booths trial being pushed back... Angela tells me you are upset about it." Sweets said, walking over to her desk.
"Of course I am. The man I love is in prison, why wouldn't I be upset?" Brennan said, looking down at her work.
"It was only pushed back a week, Dr. Brennan." Sweets said in the best calming voice he could muster, but her head snapped up and glared at him.
"Only pushed back a week!?" She growled lowly, standing up. "You do realize what is happening, right? They are keeping him in jail and out of trial because they know if he goes to trail, not only will Booth be freed, but the conspiracy will exposed to the world! An FBI agent accused of killing three of his own, there is bond to be news coverage of the trial, especially after Booth's review at the congressal commitee. They would be exposed, so they want to keep him in jail so he can die there! To keep them safe and to keep Booth's blood off their hands! And it will work, eventually, it will work! He is doomed in jail! He is in there as a cop killer and as someone who put some of those people in there in the first place! The prisoners hate him because he's a federal officer and the guards hate him because they think he killed three cops in cold blood! Everytime I visit him he is injured and it's not always from the other prisoners, Sweets! He gets treated like dirt! If another prison attacks him, he gets in trouble! If a prisoner knocks his lunch to the floor, the guards won't let him get a new one! Dropped phonecalls, short visits! He's a married man in jail and they won't even consider giving him congigal visits! They treat him as less than human!" Brennan was shouting now, tears collecting in her eyes. She started to tip over, like she was going to fall and Sweets was quick to be at her side. He rapped an arm around her and supported her to make sure she fall.
"I know..." Sweets said, bringing her into a careful embrace. "I know... And it... it sucks. For you, for Booth, for everyone. This whole situation is really messed up. I know you're problems are bigger then mine but this whole thing has been bad for me to. Booth is my best friend, he is like my brother and I can't even tell him about Daisy and my little boy. He has so many things going on right now, he doesn't need to be thinking about me and my life. The longer he is in jail, the longer this conspiracy drags out, the longer I have to keep it from him which really sucks because... Daisy and I have been talking, and we would like you two to be the baby's godparents, if you want."
"Really?" Brennan asked, blinking up at him with tears running down her face slowly. Sweets nodded silently. "It's... an honor. Booth would be happy to, I'm sure. I accept, for both of us." Brennan sucked in a breath. "Though, I hadn't realized that you were... effected by this-"
"Don't." Sweets said, holding up a hand. "My problems aren't important, you and Booth's problems are a thousand times bigger than mine."
"That doesn't mean they aren't important... I could tell Booth. It would certianly cheer him up after he recovered from the shock."
"Brennan, please don't do that. I want to wait intill this is all over to tell him about the baby." Sweets said, eyes pleading. Brennan sniffled and wiped the tears from her eyes but nodded as she did so.
"At the rate we are going the baby might be born by then." Brennan sighed, shaking her heavy head.
"Still no leads?" Sweets sighed, running a hand through his hair.
"No... We are still looking through the chip. Angela was even able to recover some more inforation for it. It's a lot to sort through, then we have to try to find leads in it all. Plus, we still have day jobs, we can't work on it all the time. We have other cases to work on."
"We will get there eventually." Sweets tried to assure her. "You are the best of the best. You will figure it out eventually. You are smart then they are."
"Right..." Brennan nodded. "Thank you, I feel much better now."
"Good," Sweets smiled, "I'll leave you to do your forensic anthropologist thing."
"Okay, I'll see you later." Brennan said, sitting back down as Sweets walked out of the room.
"So you talked to her?" Angela asked Sweets as he turned the corner. "How did it go? I heard yelling."
"I talked to her. It went fine, she is feeling a little better now so there is no need to worry. Why didn't you talk to her?"
"I tried but I'm not the conversation master that you are." Angela smiled. "Plus, you are closer to Booth than I am and this is a Booth problem. I can handle kid problems and Booth Romance problems but plain ol' Booth problems, that's all yours. Plus, you have been a shoulder for her to lean on and that's what she needs now. But since you got her better I might take a swing at it."
"You do that." Sweets smiled, sauntering away.
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"Hey, baby." Daisy smiled as her boyfriend entered the apartment. "How was work?"
"Busy." Sweets grunted tiredly, basicly collasping onto the couch next to her. He leaned up against her and nuzzled her softly. "I had two patients today, I had to complete three profiles, and two agents called me in to consult on their cases, one of which ended up having me interrogating a suspect for two hours. Ever since I ran the investigation of the cross dressing swimmer's murder I have been in high demand."
"Poor baby." Daisy cooed, kissing him on the top of his head.
"This is all Booth's fault. I was just a psychologist working for the FBI before I started doing profiles for him." Sweets whined, snuggling closer to her.
"Don't blame Booth. You are the one who decided to start doing fieldwork and to become an agent."
"Booth needed help. With all the developments in his life, Dr. Brennan getting pregnant and the move and child that the pregnancy produced. Then Pelant, and the proposial thing, and then the wedding and that whole promotion thing... He needed help."
"Yes, and thats very noble of you concidering it nearly made you quit your job." Daisy giggled.
"Okay, now, I have to admit... the whole Pelant thing might have influenced me during that time." Sweets shrugged tiredly.
"Really?"
"Don't go all sarcastic on me." Sweets glared playfully at her. "After my little... crisis, Booth and I developed an understanding. I am a psychologist first. A profiler."
"And yet here you are again, acting as both an agent and a shrink." Daisy said, rapping an arm around her botfriend.
"I couldn't let the team deal with some strange agent. They need me and I decided that I was ready for the resposibility. And I only do agent stuff when I need to work a murder with the team or I work with other agents. I still profile and stuff, mostly." Sweets said, giving her a nuzzle again.
"Okay, whatever you say, baby." Daisy smiled as she got up off the couch, but instead of getting up with her to get to bed, he just flopped over on the couch and laid there. "Are you coming to bed...?"
"Nah... 'm too tired to walk. Plus I ate a bunch of chinese food and it's not agreeeing with me and it's just going to get worse. Gas, heartburn, not good. Prolly best that I stay of the couch tonight."
"Gas and heartburn? I thought I was the pregnant one." Daisy giggled.
"Shush." Sweets said, throwing a throw pillow at her.
"Fine, fine." Daisy said before kissing his head. "Goodnight, my sweet Lance-a-lot. Sweet dreams."
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Not a fluffy chapter, sorry. also is very late. Sorry for that to. Short. Sorry. I'm just sorry all around for this chapter. Hope you like it.
FOr the record, this is so late because I start another Bones oneshot sooooooo... eheheh. Who know when I will finish that thing -u-"
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