(The Doctor in the Den)

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"So how have you been sleeping lately?"

"Why the Hell do you always ask me how I've been sleeping? That question is getting pretty old. Didn't they teach you any other questions to ask in Shrinky School?"

"Alright, have you talked to your brother lately?"

Crossing his arms across his chest, Booth sighed. "No, I haven't."

"I heard he was court martialed and is out of the Navy now. It happened just like you said it would."

Shrugging his shoulders, Booth stared at the window.

"Would you like to talk about the ship and the Gravedigger?"

Continuing to stare at the window, Booth remained silent.

"I heard that Cam is going to adopt Michele Welton. I think that's wonderful of her to do that."

"Cam is a wonderful person."

"You've known Cam for a long time."

"Sure, since college."

"You've lived with her off and on several times."


"Why are you still friends with Cam? You aren't friends with Rebecca."

Puzzled, Booth uncrossed his arms and pulled his dice out of his pocket. Rolling them in his hands, Booth looked at Sweets and asked, "Is this going somewhere? Why don't you just tell Hacker that I'm ok and let me go?"

"You won't talk about the ship. You won't talk about the Gravedigger. You won't talk to me about your brother. You won't talk about those things and we need to do that. As long as you refuse to talk about those things then we will keep meeting until you do."

"Fine, ask your dumb ass questions. I'm getting tired of wasting my time coming here. Oh and before I forget, have you told Bones that I'm being made to see you?"

Shaking his head, Sweets assured Booth, "No of course not."

Glaring at Sweets, Booth pointed at Sweets, "Good, you'd better not. It's none of her business."

Folding his arms across his chest, Sweets asked, "What would it hurt if she did know?"

Sniggering, Booth replied, "You have to be kidding me. I don't want her to know I'm being forced to talk to you. She might think there's something wrong with me."

"Is there something wrong with you?"

"No, damn it. I don't care about the kidnapping. The kidnapping didn't bother me. That wasn't anything. Compared to what I went through in Iraq that was nothing."

Shaking his head, Sweets replied, "The kidnapping wasn't nothing Agent Booth. You were kidnapped and almost murdered. If you hadn't made it to the top of the ship and if Dr. Brennan hadn't got a coast guard helicopter to risk going out to the ship, you would have died. Died Agent Booth. You would have died."

Exhaling a deep breath, Booth explained, "But I didn't die so what happened didn't matter."

"Do you have nightmares?"

Staring at the window again, Booth replied, "You know I do."

"About the kidnapping? About the ship?"

"No, I don't."


Silent, Booth shifted in his seat, "So what if I have nightmares about the ship? What does that prove? What do you want from me?"

"I want you to admit that being kidnapped was a big deal. I want you to acknowledge that you almost died."


"Because you are trying to bury a very traumatic incident in your life and I think that by doing that you will just be adding one more burden to your psych that it doesn't need."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You're the victim of child abuse and that is something you barely acknowledge. You've killed a lot of men in the Army and the FBI and that is something you barely acknowledge. You only get to see your son a few days each month and certainly that is something you barely acknowledge. You love your partner and God forbid you won't even talk about that . . ."

Standing up, Booth loomed over Sweets, "Whoa, you just stop right there. I don't love Bones. You need to stop saying that I do. You want to talk about the ship, fine. You want to talk about the Gravedigger, ok. I will not talk to you about Bones or my childhood those topics are none your business and they have nothing to do with why Hacker is pissed at me."

"Do you have nightmares about the kidnapping, about being on the ship?"

Sitting down on the couch, Booth propped his right foot onto the coffee table. "Yes."

"Do you have nightmares about the Gravedigger?"

"Yeah sometimes."

"Do you feel guilty that your brother was court martialed because of what he did to help save your life?"

Clearing his throat, Booth wiggled his right foot against the coffee table. "Yeah, a little; but, only a little. I would have done it for him."

"Have you been getting enough sleep?"

"Yeah, it's got a lot better. I'm sleeping about six hours a night which really is normal for me. I'd think something was wrong with me if I slept more than that."

"Have you been eating properly?"

"I eat three meals a day which is normal for me."

"Agent Booth, I'm going to let Hacker know that you don't need any more sessions with me. If you'd like to come to me and talk to me about anything, anything at all then you can. I want you to know that. It doesn't have to be work related. It can be about anything you want to talk about."

Standing up, Booth stared at Sweets. "That's it? Are you telling me you wasted my time these last few weeks for that?"

Shaking his head, Sweets responded, "It wasn't a waste of time, Agent Booth. Some day you'll understand that too. None of this was a waste of time."

Laughing, Booth shook his head, "Yeah, if you say so."

Watching Booth walk out of the room, Sweets worried about Booth. He was afraid that Booth would be back and not necessarily voluntarily.


This isn't the end. This story is going to rest for awhile ; but, when I restart it I will be jumping in time for the next chapter.