A/N – Okay, so this is completely different to my other post finale fics. No angst bunnies here. Thanks to everyone who has read and reviewed the first two chapters. And to MickeyBoggs, who as ever, made sure I didn't make any ridiculously stupid mistakes. And I'll try and get the next chapter of 'Making Babies' up by the end of the week. I just got a little bit distracted by 'EitB'. Brownie points to anyone who gets my obscure chapter title.

Disclaimer – They're not mine. And it saddens me to know that.

Enjoy

"Agent Booth. Good Morning."

Lance Sweets sat in the armchair, indicating for his visitor to make himself comfortable. "Have there been any developments since I saw you last?"

"Nope." Booth shook his head. "Absolutely zilch!"

"No memory recollections at all?"

"It's... frustrating." He arched his eyebrows in consideration. "But I guess I've just gotta get on and make the best of it."

"But all your other cognitive functions seem in order?" Sweets asked, jotting down his notes.

Booth smirked. "You sound like Bren when you say stuff like that."

"And is that a problem?"

"Cop terminology I can deal with. This squinty stuff on the other hand is a little tedious."

"Did you tell Dr Brennan that?"

"Are you kiddin'! The woman might look innocent enough but from what I'm hearin' she can be pretty brutal."

"Mmn." Lance Sweets nodded in agreement. "How is she bearing up? In your opinion?"

Booth frowned at the psychologist.

"I mean, I know you come here so we can work on your issues, but, I think, Dr. Brennan played an important role in your life in the last four years. And we can't forget that." Sweets tapped his pen rhythmically against his notebook. "I have to wonder if it's purely coincidence that your memory lapse is consistent with the time you guys spent together."

"Actually..." Booth pursed his lips in deep thought. "There was... something..."

"A recollection?" Sweet asked, excitedly.

"No." He took a deep breath. "But I was going through my stuff at home, like you said, y'know to see if it prompted anything..."

Sweets inched towards the edge of his seat in anticipation "And?"

"Well, I found something kinda weird."

"Go on," Sweets encouraged.

"This doesn't go outside this room right?" Booth asked nervously.

Sweets nodded. "Of course. Doctor/patient confidentiality."

"Okay, well. I found a stash of 'Mens' magazines, which, I know, aren't unusual. Single guy living on his own and all that." Booth looked at the psychologist, nodding in agreement. "It's just..."

"Go on."

"With them was a copy of Brennan's book," Booth blurted quickly.

Sweets smiled. "And you are concerned that you were using it as a masturbatory aid?"

Booth sucked in a sharp breath, and murmured a quiet "yes."

"Was it the photograph on the jacket or the words that aroused you?"

He sat back and pondered the question. "I did find other photographs, either framed, or in albums, around my place. So I'm thinking it was the stuff inside. Not that I don't think Brennan is hot. Cause she is."

"Totally," Sweets agreed with a grin.

Booth shot him down with a fierce stare. "Hey, that's my partner you're talking about."

"Do you recall the content of any of her books?" Sweets asked quickly, changing the line of discussion.

"No." Booth fidgeted uncomfortably. "Well, I do now. Some parts."

"You read it? Last night?"

An embarrassed flush crossed the Agents face. "Just the well thumbed pages."

"I would say that it's nothing to be overly concerned about. People have been using literature for sexual stimulation for millennia. This is no different."

"But most people don't know the author," Booth objected. "What would she think of me if she knew that I was..."

"Masturbating?"

"Yeah. That. To her stories."

"Dr. Brennan is a very sexually knowledgeable woman. She knows that you masturbate. Just not to what specifically."

"Yeah, well, she ain't gonna find out either," Booth warned. "In the book," he continued, "there seemed to be an element of familiarity between the characters."

"Are you saying that you identified with the Andy Lister character in your desire for Dr. Brennan."

"Whoa!"

"Horse."

"What?"

"Never mind."

Booth looked at Sweets suspiciously. "Look I never said anything about a desire for Brennan. I just said that she's beautiful and I get turned on by her writing. That was a pretty big leap to make there, Sweets."

"Look. At the end of the day, this was something you had no issue with before your memory loss. So I can't see a reason to be concerned now. I'd say just carry on with whatever makes you 'happy'!" Sweets emphasised his point, making inverted commas with his hands.

"Gee, thanks," Booth drawled with a sigh.

"Were there any other matters you wanted to discuss Agent Booth?"

Booth shook his head and stood to leave.

"Okay then, same time on Thursday?" Sweets stood and began searching his bookshelves as Booth made his way from the office. "Just as a matter of interest, Agent Booth, which of her novels were you using?"

"The most recent one. Why?"

"No reason." Sweets had his back to Booth as he found what he was looking for. "I don't suppose you recall the page number too?"