Booth paced the hospital floor as they waited for the doctor to come and give them news about Sweets. When Booth and Brennan had found Sweets in the parkinglot he was in bad shape.

"The world is better than you think it is... it's... it's beautiful... wonderful..."

Those words bounced and echoed around in his head. They were the last thing Sweets said before he fell unconisious, They tried to wake him but all they got was slurs before the ambulance showed up. Booth got to ride in the ambulance and he wished he hadn't. Sweets had crashed minutes after being loaded into the ambulance and it took three shocks to bring him back.

"Seely, you need to stop pacing." Cam said, rubbing her face.

"No. No way." Booth said, waving an arms. "I need to know if he's okay. And where the hell is Daisy, you called her, right?"

"Yes, Booth, we called her. She is on the way." Brennan said.

"She needs to hurry up." Booth grunted.

"I'm here!" Daisy said, jogging in. "What's wrong with my Lance?"

"Miss Wick..." Brennan said, standing up. "Sweets was... attacked for some documents he had. He is in surgery right now."

"Oh God..." Daisy said, covering her mouth as tears rose to her eyes.

"Don't worry, Daisy, I'm going to find out who did this." Booth said, grabbing both of her shoulders. "If it's the last thing I do, I'm going find who did this and put them in jail for the rest of their life. Or worse. No way they get away with this."

"Thank you, Agent Booth." Daisy nodded, rubbing her pregnant belly.

"Now come and sit down." He said, leading her over to a seat.

"I'm fine." Daisy insisted, rubbing tears from her eyes as she sat down.

"No... you aren't." Angela said, putting a hand on her shoulder. "How are you feeling? Hows the baby?"

"We are both fine." Daisy sniffled.

"Good... we don't need you to be going into early labor right now." Angela nodded.

"Family of Lance Sweets?" A male voice peeped and the group looked to see the doctor there.

"What's wrong, doc? How is he?" Booth asked, putiing his hands on his hips.

"Mr. Sweets-"

"Dr. Sweets."

"Right, is in critical condition but he's stable. He had some massive internal trauma. His aorta was damaged as well as his laranx. His nose was broken as well, along with a few other smaller injuries. We have put him in a medically induced coma so he can heal." The doctor said. "His condition is serious... but as long as there are no complications he should be fine." (AN: I am leaving out the femur fracture from this story because it's bothersome to deal with.)

"Can we see him?" Daisy sniffled, rubbing the last of her tears from her eyes.

"Yes, but be quiet. He is in the ICU, there are other people on the floor who need quiet. He's in room 203."

"Thank you." Daisy murmured, shuffling off with the others behind her.

"Can I have a minute alone with him?" She asked the others as they arrived at his room.

"Sure, sweetie." Angela said softly. Daisy nodded and slipped into the room.

They looked into the room and watched as she walked up to Sweets. He looked pale like a ghost with a tube down his throat and strips on his broken, purple nose. He was bruised badly, the bruises contrasting his pale complextion drasticly. They watched as Daisy sucked in a breath as new tears started in her eyes. She kissed his forehead before taking one of his limp hands and pressing it against her pregnant belly.

"I can't stay here." Booth grunted angrily. "I'm going to go catch this bastard." He said walking away.

"Me to." Brennan said, following him, the other close behind her.

By the time the doctors brought Sweets out of his coma, Booth had arrested Durrant for blackmail, murder, fraud and a slue of other crimes. The conspiracy was over but there was still problems. Sweets was still in the hospital and Booth was now refusing to go to work. Brennan had convinced him to take leave to think about it before he did anything drastic. They still had a long road to go down.

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"Booth..." Sweets whispered hoarsely and Booth snapped his head up so look at the shrink, who was looking up at him with tired eyes.

"Sweets, hey buddy. You better rest your voice." Booth said.

"No..." Sweets shook his head as he started to sit up. "No, we need to talk."

"Jesus, Sweets, slow down! Don't strain yourself." Booth said as Sweets sat up. This was the most Sweets had moved since he had come out of his coma.

"I'm fine." Sweets said. "Brennan tells me you are refusing to go to work. Now I know you are having some-" Sweets took in a deep breath as he started to run out of breath. "Some trust issues with agency but-"

"They betrayed me, Sweets. You are the only person in that place that stuck my side." Booth said angrily.

"Then stay for me." Sweets croaked.

"I... I can't, Sweets. I can find work somewhere else. The CIA owe me one. Danny said I was always welcome there! Maybe I can get you a job there to!"

"But you would be miserable there, Booth. The-" Wheeze. "The FBI is where you belong."

"...Bones is loaded, do I really have to work at all?"

"You would rather kill yourself then not work B-... Booth..." Sweets said, falling back on his pillow with a tired breath.

"I... I'll think about it." Booth nodded, looking the ground. Sweets took a few deep breathes before speaking again.

"And Booth... I need you to help me with something wh-... when I get out of the hospital." Sweets said, lollong his head over to look at him.

"Anything." Booth said, grabbing Sweets' hand.

"I... I need you to help me buy a ring. For Daisy." Sweets said, taking more deep breathed.

"What... You... You want to marry Daisy?"

"I have wanted marry her... since I found out she was pregnant. I want to- to wait but... this whole thing has me thinking... I- I could have died, and Daisy- the baby- would be left with nothing... I don't know what's going to happen but... I want to marry her. I wanted to wait but... I can't... I can't. I wanna marry her." By the time he was finished, his voice was but a whisp.

"Okay... Okay, Sweets, we can do that. You rest now, buddy." Booth patted his hand.

"Okay... Yeah..." Sweets nodded tiredly before closing her eyes.

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"Uncle Sweets, you get to leave today!" Christine smiled at her Uncle as he sat up.

"I know, Christine." Sweets laughed, sitting back up.

"You look a lot better now, much less swollen and purple." She said as Sweets lifted her into his bed.

"Christine!" Booth said, facepalming.

"It's fine, Booth." Sweets smiled.

"You sure you don't want to stay with us?" Booth asked, tilting his head.

"I'm sure, Daisy needs me with her. She is only a few weeks from delivery." Sweets said as Christine snuggled into his side. "Plus, you'll see me at work... Right?"

"Right, for now. I'm only coming back to keep an eye on you." Booth said.

"Sure you are." Sweets laughed, rolling his eyes. "Where are those discharge papers?"

"The doctor is getting them right now." Booth said.

"He better hurry with them. I'm getting stir crazy." Sweets said, shaking his head.

"I understand, trust me." Booth said, gesturing at him with a hand.

"I'm sure you do." Sweets said, wrapping an arm around Christine.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Okay, this chapter is pretty serious, but I had to deal with the show plot in a way that was realistic. So I just sorta packed it all up in here. And... yeah... There are going to be some serious chapters, it would be unrealistic otherwise. The story over all is going to be happy and humorious and whatnot. Promise.

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