Hi all!

I know I have another Booth/Angela story out there, but this has been brewing in my head for the last week and I had to get it down. Hope it's as good as you all thought of Actions Speak Louder Than Words

Disclaimer: I don't own Bones but being the middle of a DB and TJT sandwich would be really nice

Booth was at home finishing off a case file. Max was taking care of Christine tonight at his place since Brennan was going out to her bachelorette party. He looked at his watch again and saw that it was almost 10:30 PM.

"Man, I need to relax. Like I told Sweets, it's just a bachelorette party. There's a federal prosecutor and coroner with her. It's going to be all good. Nothing to worry about."

"Still worried, huh?"

Booth looked up and saw Sweets in the kitchen with a smirk on his face. "No I'm not. They're going to be fine."

"Even though they're with Angela?"

"Of course. What the hell does Angela have to do with this?"

Sweets kept a smile from forming on his face. "Never mind, Booth."

"How close are you to finishing those plates you were working on?" Booth said to change the subject.

Sweets came forward with two Yuenglings, one of which he gave to Booth. "I just finished them before I went to the fridge. Here's a short list." Sweets handed him a legal tablet.

Booth took the list but sensed he was being studied. "Quit looking at me like that."

'So he does have an issue with Angela and the bachelorette party'. Sweets thought. "Like what, Booth?"

Booth looked at him annoyed. "Like you some smart shrinky opinion brewing in there and like a little kid is dying to say it." He waited for a moment. "Well….say it."

"Fine. Booth, you and Angela have had some tension in the last few months"

"A little?"

"I was being nice, Agent Booth. There's tension between you two. You trust Dr. Brennan, but Ms. Montenegro still makes you a little nervous after what happened this summer and Angela's 'support' of Brennan, including her attitude towards you."

Seeing Booth wince told Sweets that he struck a nerve. "You know that she would never knowingly get her into trouble or attempt to break the two of you up?"

"I do, Sweets, but I can't forget that she…..that she had Bones thinking I was screwing around on her. She accused me of being sick of Bones because she had Christine! That I wanted to trade her in for a younger model. Hell, she was talking shit about me in my own house!"

Booth stood up mad. "You know when everything came out, she never once said 'Hey, sorry for being nasty to you?. I'm just supposed to forget everything I felt when she did that? I know she was trying to protect Bones and I'm grateful she was there for her, but I can't help it, Sweets. She accused me of being like my father."

"You're not like your father, Agent Booth."

Booth continued. "Then she comes through with our wedding when I failed and that's supposed to make everything all good."

Sweets knew he was upset and decided to diffuse it. "Agent Booth, no matter how you feel about Angela, she would never intentionally get Dr. Brennan hurt."

Booth exhaled to calm down. "I know that, Sweets. Bones is her best friend outside of Hodgins. Unintentionally….that's a different story."

Sweets saw the conflict in his friend's eyes. "Booth, Dr. Brennan will be fine. All will be fine. They're out having a good time. The ladies will probably be feeling a little worse for wear tomorrow, but relax."

Booth took a breath and breathed out. "Okay, you're right Sweets. I'm getting a little carried away." He got up and picked up the laundry basket of dirty clothes he collected earlier before Sweets' arrival.

When Booth was halfway to the kitchen, his phone rang. Seeing that Agent Booth had his hands full, Sweets pushed the speaker button. "SAIC Seeley Booth's phone. Dr. Lance Sweets speaking."

"This is Sheriff Randall of Montgomery County. I need to speak with Agent Booth."

Booth inwardly groaned as a noisy group of people could be heard in the background. "This is Agent Booth. It's been a long time Sheriff. What can I do for you?"

"Your wife and the rest of the other cackling hens started a fight at a biker bar. They are being charged with drunk and disorderly, assault, and theft."

"Whoa, Sheriff." Booth grabbed his phone but left it on speaker without thinking. "I'm sure this is nothing but a misunderstanding. All of them are federal employees."

"Well, they probably won't be much longer. I've got them at the bar now."

'Shit!'. Booth thought as he looked for a piece of paper. "Okay, what's the name of the place." Booth wrote it down quick. "Okay, we'll be on our way." Booth hung up his phone and stared Sweets down. "All will be fine, right? Just out having a good time?"

Seeing Sweets unable to meet his eyes, Booth continued. "Come on, Sweets."

"What?"

"I have to pick up five drunk women. I'm not doing it alone."

Sweets knew to fight Booth on this was a losing battle. "Okay, whose car are we taking?"

"Yours. If anyone pukes it sure as hell won't be in my SUV."

"Booth we can't fit them all. Plus why should I have puke all over my car?"

"We won't Sweets. It's merely to get us from A to B. We are picking up reinforcements and I have other calls to make to save their asses."

The men left the house knowing they were in for a long night.