Author's Note- This Story would not let me sleep until I finished writing it, which was three in the morning, so I apologise if it's not good. Also it's my first story published so be nice. Review.

"Dr. Brennan, you wanted to see me?" He entered and shut the door behind him.

That bastard of a teen-aged, psychologist twit actually gained enough courage to see me, good. I viewed him from my desk. This idiot has been meddling in my affairs for too long. It's time I set him straight.

"Yes Dr. Sweets, I have something I want to talk to you about." I took a deep breath preparing myself for what I was about to say. But then he said something that set me over the edge.

"You know psychologically speaking . . . " That's all it took, him and his damned psychology. Those four words drove me over the edge. I stood up and SLAMMED him into my office door. "Now look here, Moron. The squint squad is a family. MY family. You have absolutely no right to meddle with said family.

Now first off there the Booth and Me Issue that you just love to keep testing until we crack. Well, consider me cracked. That is an issue between me and him not with some pimple–coated shrink like you. But we can handle that torture. We are strong. Zack, on the other hand isn't. He is not a play toy for you to fool around with and he WILL NOT go to jail. You understand me?"

"Yes, ma'am." He says after I hit him hard enough to bruise.

" For this, I have come up with a solution. You will have no contact with my family. My blood family or my chosen one. You will not speak to me, Booth, Zack, Angela, Hodgins, Cam or Zack. You did the profile work on my father Sweets. I'm his daughter. So you'd better believe me when I say stay away from my family if you want to continue your life without the aid of a wheelchair."

I hit him again for emphasis.

"If you leave us alone, you'll be fine, but if I even think you might be anywhere near my family you will never walk again. Do we have an understanding?"

"Yes ma'am." he repeats, whimpering.

" Good." I let him go but he just stands there cowering like the wimp I know he is.

" This starts now. Leave."

At this, he ran away like the little boy we all knew he was, and he never bothered us again.

Author's Note- You see I have no life. I wake up, go to school, come home, and go on here. Each and Every review validates my existence. So PLEASE give me something to wake up for, Review.