Director Booth sat behind his desk going over some paperwork when his secretary buzzed him, "Director Booth, there is a young strapping man out here, who may I say, bears a striking resemblance to you, waiting here to see you." She said, with a slight laugh to her voice.

"Ah!" Booth said excitedly, "Parker! Send him in!" he said standing up from his desk.

Parker opened the door, now at twenty two years old, slightly shorter than his father. Despite the fact that his hair was a little lighter in color than his own, he looked exactly like his father at that age, "Hey Dad." He said with a broad smile on his face.

"Parker!" Booth said coming around his desk and giving his son a hug, "How are you? How was the vacation in Mexico?"

"Good. Good." Parker said, "I actually came here to tell you about that."

"Take a seat." Booth said gesturing to one of the chairs in front of his desk. Parker took a seat and Booth sat down next to him, "So how was it?"

Parker took a breath for a moment before answering, "Overall, it was really relaxing. Cazamel is a really beautiful city, at least in the tourist areas." He laughed, "But something happened that I wanted to talk to you about."

Booth's face became serious, "You're okay right?"

Parker smiled, "Yeah, Dad. I'm fine." He said shaking his head, "Look, while I was there, you know how it is. Everyone goes out at night and everyone drinks and stuff. The thing is that, me and Joe were walking back to the hotel one night and… we heard something. Joe just… wanted to run, ya know, get out of there… it was none of our business. But as we neared the sound, I could… I could hear this girl, Dad. She was crying and calling for help."

"Oh God." Booth whispered as his son continued the story.

"Joe, I mean, I understand, he was scared, but I insisted that we help this girl. But he ended up waiting for me on the main boulevard and I went to see what was happening. There was this girl down at the end of the alleyway. She was… she was being raped, Dad. And there were people around, seeing it happen. Watching it happen and no one was doing anything to stop it." He said irately.

"Oh my God, Parker." Booth said putting his hand to his head, "What did you do?" he asked curiously.

"I ran down there, beat the crap out of the guy. He deserved it, ya know. I mean, what the hell, right? Those people watching, they were Americans, like the girl; they were all just a bunch of drunken douche bags. When I finished laying it on her attacker they were all congratulating me." He shook his head in disbelief, "I helped the girl up and took her to the hospital. The bar that we were in back of; their manager called the police, I guess. But, yeah. That's it." He said.

"You did the right thing, Parks. You did what those people refused to do. I'm so proud of you." Booth said.

"I appreciate that, Dad, but that's not why I told you the story." He said.

"Then why did you?" he asked.

"I wanted to thank you." He said, "You've had a shitty life, Dad. You never told me about your childhood, but I know. I've heard things here and there, that Bones has said to you, or Mom. But despite the crap that you've had to deal with, you are a good man. A really, really good man. You always do the right thing, Dad. No matter what; and you've taught me how to be a good man too. You're the reason I had the courage to help someone in need when others refused to do so. You made me the man I am today and I'm so lucky to have you, Dad. So, thanks."

Booth sat in front of his son with nothing to respond with. His words were caught in his throat with the immense beating of his heart and the tears that were caught in his eyes, "Your welcome Parker." He managed to force out.

Parker smiled and stood up from his chair, "Happy Fathers day too, Dad. I love you."

"I love you too son." Booth said standing up from his chair and hugging Parker close to his chest, "I love you so much." He said.