I decided to do one more chapter before returning to Pregnant? In this one I bring in one of my favorite characters for a short scene. I hope you enjoy it. Gregg.

Disclaimer: I don't own, or profit from, these characters of franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

Booth staggered to the door of their apartment, a little ticked that someone was banging on the door at 7:00 in the morning on a Sunday. It was sleep in day with Bones, followed by a morning romp between the sheets to add to the previous nights activities. The plan did not include someone barging in at 7 in the AM! He whipped open the door and then felt his jaw hit the floor upon seeing an angry Caroline Julian standing in front of him.

"Caroline?" he asked, trying to clear the cobwebs in the sleep deprived mind.

"I have a bone to pick with you Seeley Booth," Caroline said in her most fearsome tone. She pushed on past him and made her way to the middle of the living room, standing there glaring at Booth.

"Problem?" Booth asked as he stumbled over to where she was.

"Do you mind telling me why I was woken up at three o'clock this morning by a hysterical Dr. Lance Sweets who was screaming that he was being violated by agents of the FBI?" she asked. "And also that he was being held on suspicion of drug possession and possible trafficking charges?"

"Anonymous tip?" Booth shrugged, trying to figure out how to wiggle his way out of this one. Maybe the last tip was taking it a bit too far.

"Try again, Mr. Naked Man," Caroline said as she eyed him from head to toe, noting with a pleased eye that the man was in only his boxer shorts and rainbow socks. She may be getting up there in years, but she still appreciated the look of a fine specimen of man like Seeley Booth.

Booth's eyes bugged out and then he looked down at himself, turning beet red. "Excuse me!" he stammered as he rushed back into the bedroom. He whipped out his robe and put it on. The idea of Caroline eying him up like a prize bull was a bit unnerving.

"Booth?" came the mumble from under the covers where Bones was still ensconced.

"I'm right here, Bones, and I'll be right back. Caroline's here and she needs to see me about something," he told her.

"Okay," came the muffled reply, followed by a soft, steady breathing pattern telling him she had fallen asleep again.

Taking a deep breath, Booth made his way back into the living room. He saw Caroline there, still standing in the middle of the room and glaring at him. Great.

"Coffee?" he asked as he went into the kitchen and turned on the coffee maker.

"I could use a cup while you explain why Sweets is being targeted by the drug boys," she told him. She took a seat and kept on glaring at her favorite agent, now ADD.

"Okay, cream and sugar just like you like it," Booth gave her a version of the charm smile he gave Bones all the time.

"Uh, uh, Cher," Caroline shook her head even as she took a deep drink of the sinful elixir that Booth had prepared to perfection. "I don't let people off with a dimpled smile like that when I get woken up at three in the morning and have to have a serious conversation in my nightie and unmentionables. Now fess up."

"Thanks Caroline for giving me an image I did not need," Booth grumbled.

"I can still turn a few heads," Caroline snapped back.

Booth didn't dare mention that if anyone's head was turned by Caroline in that way he would order them to have their head examined. He loved Caroline to death, and thought she was aces, but a raving beauty? No. She had the inner beauty stuff instead. Again, he was not going to say that and have his balls on the chopping block. Literally.

"Now about Sweets," Caroline continued, taking another deep sip of the java.

Booth explained what had happened and what Sweets had done to him in that session earlier in the week, and what had precipitated the session. Needless to say he wasn't thrilled when Caroline laughed her ass off over it.

"A top military sniper can't tell he's picking up a tube of Vagisil?" she said in between laughs. "Maybe we should have your eyes examined."

Booth did his best not to turn beet red as he recalled the previous nights trip to the optometrist. "Bones already took care of that," he said simply.

Caroline was no fool and could read a person as good as anyone. She took in Booth's appearance, and what he had been looking like when he first opened the door (which she would file away in her mind for those lonely nights like any sane woman would!) and she knew right away. "Along the lines of Grumpy Old Men?" she questioned, her delivery perfectly deadpan, her Louisiana accent a bit heavier than usual.

Booth groaned. "What is it with everyone's fascination with my sex life?" he asked, trying to keep it rhetorical.

"Because you, Cher, are a Grade A Prime Male Specimen," Caroline said, not hiding the view of most women when it came to one Seeley Booth.

"You're beginning to sound like Angela," Booth said as he placed his embarrassed face in his hands.

"The woman knows what looks hot," Caroline shrugged her shoulders. "And obviously the Bone Lady does, too. But enough of that. You need to get this thing straightened out with Sweets. If my beauty sleep is interrupted again over such nonsense I will make sure that Vice gives you a little visit and they won't be as gentle. Are we clear on that, Cher?"

"Perfectly clear," he said, knowing that she meant it.

"Evidently Sweets was a bit engaged in some extra-curricular activities with that hyper girlfriend of his and the boys in the drug section broke down the door and nearly gave the boy a heart attack," Caroline stood up.

"Another image I did not need," Booth shuddered as he tried to banish the image of Sweets and Daisy bumping uglies from his mind.

"Fix this, or Sweets throwing out idiotic theories will be the least of your worries," Caroline told him as she left the apartment.

Booth sighed as he walked back to the bedroom where Bones, by some miracle, was still asleep. Seeing her, though, made him forget all the BS with Sweets, and started thinking that perhaps another trip to the, ahem, Optometrist might be in order. Removing his robe, and shucking off the boxers and socks, he slid under the covers, and pulled Bones close, letting his hands wander over her naked body.

"I've got a headache," Bones muttered, enjoying what his hands were doing, but too tired to really reciprocate. She usually didn't go in for cliche's, but this one fit the occasion since she really was tired.

Booth's brows about hit his hairline. A headache? Bones? The human female sex machine who never gets enough Boothy Loving? Damn Sweets! He was ruining his fun even now! It just had to be the little pissant's fault!

"But I'm dying here, Bones," he pleaded.

Bones chuckled tiredly. "Your visit to the Optometrist last night wasn't enough? All four visits?" she questioned.

"After waiting so long to be with you, I can honestly say Junior and the Boys will never be able to get enough," Booth said with a husky tone that told of his arousal.

Bones could feel his erection pressing into her thigh, and she felt her own arousal grow, but she was honestly too tired to do anything about it right then. She was finding that just laying in bed with Booth in the mornings for a while as she woke up in order to properly greet the new day was invigorating in itself.

"While I appreciate, and reciprocate, the compliment, I am decidedly tired this morning," she informed him. She let out a deep yawn to make her point. "What did Caroline want?"

"Sweets called her and was screaming some nonsense about the FBI violating him," Booth said casually, not really caring about Sweets' predicament at the moment. A few body cavity searches was nothing for such a great guy like Sweets.

"Go and deal with the situation with Sweets," Bones ordered him.

"But Bones," Booth tried to protest. "It's too early!"

"I imagine that Sweets has not slept all night, and was in much worse surroundings than you were," she told him. "Now go, and when you get back we can begin a new round of optical examinations. I think perhaps I may have missed some key issues last night."

Booth gulped as his mind thought of what she was offering. "I'll be back soon," he promised, and jumped out of bed fumbling for his clothes.

Bones smiled when she heard the front door close a few minutes later, telling her that Booth was gone to deal with Sweets. She estimated that she had about three hours until he returned, so she set her alarm for one hour and went back to sleep. After that she figured on taking a long soak in her whirlpool tub, and then she would enjoy a light breakfast and some coffee. It was going to be an excellent morning.

A/N: I decided to have this chapter be the finish on the Sweets side of the story, though I will be bringing him in on occasion. The next chapter will be the first one with some smut and the rating will change. I hope you enjoyed this one. Gregg.