"So how are you and Dr. Brennan readjusting?" Sweets asked as they traveled toward the suspect's home.
"We're fine." True to form, Booth thought. I wonder how many of these questions I'll have to avoid. "When we pick up the suspect, Brennan didn't want to be in on questioning, so you're it."
"You're clearly changing the subject, Agent Booth. I think you and Dr. Brennan should join me for counseling again."
"Nope. Not happening." Booth didn't even turn toward the psychologist next to him. "Bones and I are working together quite well. We have a clear suspect for this case."
"You understand I'm just trying to help, Agent Booth."
"Help like you did when Bones fell off that cliff? Cause you were a big help then," Booth said, before he could stop himself.
Sweets was silent for a moment. His voice was quieter when he started speaking again. "I thought we were past that, Agent Booth."
Booth looked at him quickly before turning back to the road. "Yeah, so did I. Guess I'm still a little angry."
"Do you think you have a right to be angry, Agent Booth?"
"Oh, no," Booth said quickly. "This is not turning into a discussion about my feelings. Or your feelings. Just forget I said anything."
Pausing, Sweets considered his options. Pushing Booth on this probably wasn't the best approach and he clearly would not talk about Dr. Brennan, so that left only one thing. "So what kind of evidence do you have on the victim's wife?"
Relief was clear on Booth's face. "Some knife made out of walrus tusk. Apparently walrus tusk has restrictions on who can own it. The victim's wife qualifies."
"Jealous rage?" Sweets asked. "Did the husband have a girlfriend on the side?"
Booth shrugged. "Angela's following up on cell phone calls now. I thought you and I could have a little chat with the wife and see what comes up."