There was something suspicious going on. Booth had the feeling that Bones was hiding something from him. He wondered if she was still angry at him for the whole faked death fiasco, but he knew she'd tell him if that was true. He smiled to himself. He almost always knew exactly what she was thinking.
He decided to ask her about it. "Bones", he began, "what did you mean when you said something to Sweets about conducting experiments on us? You never answered my question when we were at the diner."
She braced herself, knowing how angry Booth would be. "Sweets was only partially truthful about why he didn't tell me you were really alive."
"Partially truthful?
Brennan nodded. "He wanted to quantify our emotional reactions to the situation. He wanted to know how I'd express my emotions over your death and how you'd deal with my inevitable anger at being manipulated when the truth was revealed. He conducted an experiment. He didn't tell me so he could study my compartmentalization and your emotional responses for the book he's writing about us."
Booth swore under his breath. "I'll kill him. I swear, Bones, I didn't know. You're right. I should've told you myself instead of relying on someone else. I'm sorry."
"You had no way of knowing what he was doing, Booth. It's not your fault."
"Sweets needs to pay for what he did to us. We need to retaliate somehow. I'd like to punch him, but that's likely to cause more trouble. What do you think?"
Brennan thought for a minute. "What about what Cam told us? She thinks Sweets is Gormogon."
"That's it...we're gonna go arrest Sweets on suspicion of being Gormogon."
"Do you really think it's him?"
"No, but it'll make us feel better, right?" Booth grinned.
Brennan laughed. "Absolutely!"