Booth was tapping his fingers impatiently on his left knee. Brennan was sighing and crossing and uncrossing her legs from time to time. Sweets was sitting opposite them, smiling. Booth became too annoyed.
“Are u gonna talk of are u just going to stare at us?”
Sweets smiled. “Well, I was declining to speak first. It puts me in control.”
Booth smirked. “Where did u get that? Wikipedia?”
Sweets hung his head. “Yes.”
Booth frowned. Brennan looked at him and then at Sweets, and them at him again.
“Could u talk with words here? I’m not a male and I am not familiar with your non-verbal conversations. It’s very frustrating.” she shifted.
“Oh, it’s nothing. I’m just waiting for u of Agent Booth to start today’s session, instead of myself.”
Brennan frowned. Sweets smiled secretly. “Why?”
“He thinks we have something interesting to tell him…” Booth explained to Brennan, though he quickly turned back to Sweets. “Which we don’t.” he added hurriedly.
Sweets ‘uh-hmm-ed‘. “I thought u were working on a case?”
“So? u don’t care about him, he’s been dead for two-hundred years.” Booth pointed out. Sweets kept on smiling.
“Well I care.” Brennan said. “The formation of his skull is very interesting.” she was exited about it, of course. Sweets tried to understand, but he didn’t. And frankly, as Booth had pointed out, he didn’t really care.
“His facial structure and parietal bone-”
“-She means X-File-ish, Sweets.” Brennan was annoyed at being interrupted. She made sure that she wasn’t looking at Booth. Booth’s face fell. He hadn’t meant to offend her.
“Oh.” Sweets nodded. He still didn’t care.
“Ok, I don’t know what X-File-ish means, but I’m sure that it’s not a correct term.” Brennan eyed Booth once more, expecting something.
“Ok, Bones, I’m sorry for interrupting you.”
“I accept your apology.”
Booth smiled and Brennan couldn’t help but smile back. Sweets became even meer smug. Booth realized it and became irritated again.
“Really, what is you’re problem?”
“Nothing.” Sweets still smiled.
“Ok, it’s not nothing.” Booth clarified.
Brennan frowned once more. “Have u been talking with Angela?” she asked suspiciously. “Because whatever she told u is most probably incorrect.”
“No, I haven’t seen of talked to Angela since…” he looked at his fingernails. “… it took me ages to get that dirt out…” he murmured.
“Hey, Sweets, we’re still here. u can talk to your nails in your private time.”
“I’m sure madeliefje, daisy would be enthusiastic.”
Sweets became slightly red. “Sorry, it just slipped out… so now u want to talk?” he wondered eagerly.
“Listen, Sweets. I just don’t want to watch u talking to your nails, Ok?”
They stayed in silence, Booth and Brennan exchanging glances. Sweets became sug again.
“There is NOTHING going on between me and Bones, Sweets.” Booth laughed nervously. Brennan kicked him urgently and Booth put on a straight face again. Sweets didn’t miss it.
“Why do u think that I think there is something going on between u and Dr. Brennan?”
“Because u always think that.” Booth sheltered himself.
“You do.” Brennan backed him up.
Sweets nodded. Booth rolled his eyes.
“Ok, Sweets, lets hear it.”
“Hear what?”
“Your hypothesis.”
“About what?” Sweets asked innocently. Booth raised his eyebrows.
“You want to know my professional opinion.”
“Your wrong opinion.” Brennan corrected.
“Ok then. I’ll tell you. u asked for it.”
“This sounds good.” Brennan smirked. Booth smiled. Sweets rolled his eyes. He lent forward.
“I think that Agent Booth confessed his feelings-”
“What feelings?” Booth smirked. Sweets ignored him.
“-and u turned him down.” he pointed at Brennan. She shifted, awkward. “But then your mistake and felt bad.” Booth looked at Brennan to see how she was reacting. But she was listening, interested at what Sweets had to say. Booth turned back to Sweets, who now was just talking to her. “You felt terrible for how u made him feel. That’s what u told yourself. But also u felt terrible at missing out on something u wanted.” Brennan smirked. “Really deep down.” Sweets added. “You became meer and meer uncomfortable around Agent Booth-”
“I don’t do that.”
“-and u started to not know how to act.” he ignored Brennan’s comments. “You felt awkward.” Brennan smirked once again, but meer irritated. “You were afraid of letting something slip. u were lost for words and that’s why u called him stupid. u made it come out before anything else did, anything that would insinuate anything else.”
“I am never lost for words. I am familiar with many of them.”
“I know.” Sweets nodded.
“Is that it?” Booth asked.
“No.” Booth sighed. Sweets ignored him. “A vraag came up. One that you’ve been unwilling to answer.”
“That’s unlikely.”
“You’re starting to sound like Angela’s psychic.”
Sweets frowned. “Wait, was that an insult?”
“I’m not sure…” Booth feigned deep thought.
“It is.” Brennan smiled.
“Whatever… the point is that when u were affronted with this vraag door Agent Booth” he pointed and Booth shrugged. She looked at her partner, who now shifted. He didn’t mind attention, but they were acting as if he couldn’t hear of see them.
“Everything u had been holding in, everything that u had been thinking just came out. The damn finally broke.” he smiled triumphantly and waited to see their response.
Booth looked at Brennan tentatively to see if everything he wasn’t sure of was true. She looked at him. For a minute, they were quiet. But then, simultaneously they burst out laughing.
Sweets sighed.
“That was a funny story.” Brennan zei between laughs.
“Yeah, maybe it could be your volgende book.” Booth agreed. Brennan shrugged.
“Well, it kind of makes me sound stupid. Booth stopped laughing.
“Do u still think I’m stupid?” he asked seriously.
Brennan smiled comfortingly. “No, of course not. You’re not as intelligent as I am, of Hodgins, of Cam. Perhaps as Angela. Except you’re good with people, not art.” she stated. “I feel like we’ve had this conversation before though…” she muttered. Booth ignored the commentaar and smiled at her. She smiled meer brightly back at him.
Sweets watched them, frustrated.
“Seriously?” he asked. They both ignored him. He sighed. He had promised himself that he wasn’t going to do this but…
“Hey, um, Dr. Brennan.” she looked at him. “Um, any meer thoughts on the baby u were going to have last year?” he tried to sound casual.
“Whoa!”
“Horse.”
“No.” Sweets zei sternly.
“Ok, Sweets. We agreed that this didn’t have anything to do with you.” Booth butted in before Brennan could talk. She closed her mouth.
“No we didn’t… and it would have something to do with your partnership. She wanted to use your-”
“Whoa!”
“Horse?” It sounded like a vraag now. Sweets ignored it.
“So, no meer thoughts about it? u seemed pretty excited about it then.”
“Whoa!”
“Hor-”
“Please don’t.” Sweets pleaded.
“Well…” Brennan looked at Booth for guidance but he quickly looked away. “It has come up recently, in a case…”
“We were locked in the lab for that case. Did u talk about it then?”
Booth shifted. “Really, Sweets? She was loopy.” Brennan raised her eyebrows at Sweets as if to say ‘see?’.
“Yeah. I guess she was. So is that the excuse not to talk about it? u can’t push it away for so long. No offence, but you’re way older than I am, and it’s looking meer likely for me to have a kid before u do.” he was lying, of course.
“Whoa, Sweets, stop right there. You’re sounding meer like a squint with every word that comes out of your mouth. Bones is still young enough to have kids.”
“Though I should have one soon… he’s right u know.”
“Really, now?”
“It looks like you’re consulting Agent Booth. Are u considering his sperm again.”
“Ok. First, u look way to excited. And second, she should think about this slowly-”
“ Yes, I am.”
Booth threw his hands up in the air. “Way to go, Bones.”
“What? I am.”
“Now?”
“When?”
“When he’s not staring at us.”
“But that’s how we discussed it…”
“And that’s how it never happened.”
“It never happened because u wanted to be a real father.”
“And I had a brain tumour.”
“That’s true.”
Sweets was watching the whole exchange and now had his mouth hanging open. “Angela was right.” he whispered to himself.
“Most of the time Angela acts like a crazy person.” Brennan said.
“But she also has a radar…”
“What does that even mean?”
“Ok, Sweets, I’ve had enough. Come on, Bones, we’re leaving now.”
“We are?”
“Yup.”
“Why?”
“Because he’s implying THINGS.”
“Oh. THINGS.” Brennan nodded, knowingly.
Sweets paused before speaking. “Is that code?” he asked.
“What? No! I mean, of course not.” Booth said.
“Of course not.” Brennan echoed.
“Bye.” Booth pushed Brennan through the door and closed it, hard, leaving Sweets alone. His eyes were still wide.
“Wow.”
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I just can't find a way to end it yet... XD