Sweets took a deep breath before he knocked on Hacker’s door. He was nervous; of course he was. He was about to lie, willingly, to the deputy director of the FBI.
“Yes?” he heard.
“Um…” he tried to think.
“Come in” Hacker sighed.
Sweets took another breath. Feeling this nervous was wimp-like. If wasn’t that big a deal.
“Yes?” Hacker asked again once Sweets had made it inside. “I’m a very busy man.”
“Oh, I know.” Sweets said, considering leaving and coming back another time. But he couldn’t bring himself to. “It’s about Dr. Brennan.”
Hacker grunted and put down what he was doing. “What about her?” he mumbled.
“Well, actually, I, as a psychologist, think that it’s quite serious.” Sweets felt stronger now; he was in lie-mode.
“Really?”
“Well, Du see… last year… Du are aware of what went on between her and Agent Booth, before his coma?”
Hacker frowned. “No.”
“Well, she thinks that she can get Booth to inseminate her. Through a donation.”
“Really?” Hacker seemed genuinely surprised. “That’s wrong. Really?”
“Yes.”
“That sounds very wrong.”
“It is. Very.” Sweets agreed. He had chosen his word very carefully.
“Has she told him about…?”
“Not yet, I don’t think so.” Sweets lied. He was very aware of when Brennan had told Booth her feelings. Of course she wouldn’t have planned it, coming to Hacker first.
“And this has happened before?”
“Yes.”
“But Booth was in a coma?” it sounded like a question.
“Brain tumor.” Sweets summed up.
“Ok… so she wants his sperm?”
“Yes. That’s where the conflict lies.... Du don’t normally know your donor, but in this case she insisted on Agent Booth, even before she was aware of her feelings for him.”
Hacker frowned. “Temperance wants a baby.”
“Yes.”
“With Booth.”
“Yes.”
“Even without… Du know.”
“Yeah…” Sweets took another deep breath. “I hope that Du agree that that’s just unhealthy.”
“Yes, I do, I’ll give Du that much. But I don’t understand how that falls under my jurisdiction.” He frowned.
Sweets took another breath. “I think that Du should give Booth clearance.” He blurted out while breathing out.
Hacker raised his eyebrows at him. “And they’re not dating now, under the FBI’s many noses.”
“No.” Sweets needed a serious breather once he got out of there. He waited. Hacker sighed.
“I was going to give him clearance anyway. But I appreciate Du telling me your professional opinion, Dr. Sweets.” Sweets tried not to look to pleased at finally being addressed as ‘Dr.’ Hacker stood up to shake Sweets hand. Sweets was relieved to see that Hacker was smiling. He gave him is hand and smiled back. “You see, some people go out of their own way to act as matchmakers for their friends.”
Sweets froze. “Pardon?”
“You’re the psychologist. Work it out.” Hacker smiled, not breaking off the hand shake. Sweets struggled to let go, and when he did, he realized that he looked like an idiot.
“I’m a psychologist, not a mind reader! Why do people expect that much of me!”
“Hey, I’m the deputy director of the FBI, not God. I don’t have control over every human being.”
“Though Du do the most of them.”
“True.” Hacker seemed smug. Sweets frowned at him.
“Including Agent Booth.”
Hacker looked sad. “I’m going to have to, aren’t I?” he sagte after a while. Sweets shrugged.
“You’re Schauspielen like a small spoilt child.” He sagte honestly. Hacker looked at him.
“Well, that was bold. We should have a drink some time, Dr. Sweets.” Sweets, once again, tried not to look so flattered. He raised his eyebrows at him, pretty happy that for once, he seemed to be the adult. “OK! Du win. I’ll do it. Just don’t pressure me. I’ll probably do it really slowly.”
Sweets tried not to skip back down to his office.
“Did Du do it?” Cam stood up quickly from Sweets’ sofa.
“Yes! I did!”
“You did!” she smiled widely.
“Yes!” Sweets paused. “Ok… I expected it from Angela… but not from you.”
“Sorry. I can’t help it. It’s horrible. And I can tell that Hodgins hates it too.”
“May I ask…?”
“No. Du really do not want to hear it. Thank you. And it was Mehr as a friend than for my own sad matchmaking game… that would be Angela’s pleasure. Booth is one of my closest friends, and I would Liebe to see him happy, openly, finally.”
“That’s very considerate of you, Dr. Saroyan.”
Cam smiled. “Thank you. Well, I better be going. Corpses don’t autopsy themselves! Though people seem to think they do, because they keep on doing ridiculous experiments…” she muttered as she left.

Brennan woke up, still tired, but unable to get back to sleep. Booth had had to work overtime, so she didn’t have his slow breathing to sooth her back to sleep… yes, it was pathetic, and she knew it. Mostly, it annoyed her. She heaved a great sigh and jumped out of bett and nearly fell over from the fast movement. Once she had made it out of her bedroom and turned on all the lights, she realized that, once more, there were many items of Booth’s clothes lying around the place. She realized that this was mostly her fault… so she sucked it up and started picking clothes up. Once she held all she could carry, she went to put them in the wash. One of Booth’s ties still had a Schokolade smudge on it. And that was just gross.
She started Wird geladen clothes into the washing machine, but remembered their conversation a few nights ago. Before she loaded Booth’s pants she checked the pockets; his dice had been blocking the machine the Zurück week… and there they were again, in his right pocket. She sighed as she put them on oben, nach oben to put them somewhere safe, sicher later. She rummaged around a little Mehr and found a Gold lighter, a poker chip and something small and round. As she brought it out she stopped breathing, and she thought her herz dropped through her chest. But she knew that that was impossible. Keeping it in her hand she sat down on the floor slowly, and leant against the wall, finding harder and harder to keep on breathing.
Her herz kept on beating faster.
“No no no!” she suddenly shouted. She shouldn’t have found this, this was all wrong. She felt like throwing it, pretending that she knew nothing, but she couldn’t bring herself to.
A great knot had appeared in her stomach and she felt nauseous. She rushed to the bathroom, dizzy, leaning against furniture on the way.
With the ring still clenched in her hand she managed to find her way to the sink, where she saw her phone, which was convenient. She hesitated before picking it up; this was a ridiculous reaction. It didn’t mean it had to be for her, for the reasons she assumed. It could be his mothers… she tried rationalizing things, so that they wouldn’t look like they did, but she couldn’t find a way to. That was when she knew that something was wrong.
“Angela? Yeah, I don’t care what time it is, just come.”
When Angela finally got there, which didn’t take long, Brennan opened the door at once, as if she had been standing beside it. She had managed to calm down, but she was still… confused.
“Bren, what the hell is wrong?” Angela demanded as soon as she came through the door. “Oh my god, Du look terrible. What’s going on?”
Brennan looked like she wanted to speak, but she gave up and opened her hand. Angela gasped.
“I found this in one of Booth’s pockets.” She said.
“Oh no!” Angela had thought that he had asked, but this was bad. This just wasn’t how it was supposed to be. “Oh, god, Sweetie, Du didn’t find it!”
Brennan frowned. “I did.”
“No, Du didn’t. Put it back, pretend Du never saw it, and please pretend Du knew nothing about it when he does ask.”
Brennan tried to unfreeze. “What?”
“This isn’t how it’s supposed to work, Sweetie. It’s good Du called me here. Oh no… this is all wrong.” Angela started pacing around the room and Brennan thought that maybe she had gone mad. “Where were pants?” she finally asked.
“On the floor, here.”
“Well put all his stuff back in his pockets and put the pants back on the floor, along with everything else I assume that Du picked up.”
Brennan wiped her eyes and obeyed. Angela realized that this was an unorthodox way for Brennan to finally admit that her and Booth were together.
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Still not the end! XD