(Sometime in the future)

A/N: I was going to start posting this story a few weeks from now, but since the Bones fandom is a little sad right now I thought I'd post this chapter today. I hope it brings you a smile.

I don't own Bones.

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Her shriek could be heard throughout the house. His heart racing wildly, Booth jerked awake, leaped from the couch and ran into the kitchen. Brennan who was in the bedroom dusting furniture, dropped her cloth and rushed down the hallway towards the living room.

Upon charging into the kitchen, Booth skidded to a stop and stared at a scarlet faced Christine pointing at her little brother who was sitting on the cabinet and chewing a cookie. "Do you see this . . . Do you see this Dad?"

Brennan entered the kitchen and shook her head. "Hank why are you eating a cookie? You know dinner will be ready in an hour."

His eyes wide with disbelief, Booth turned to look at his wife. "This is what you're worried about? A cookie? How about the fact that he's naked?" Booth turned to look at his son. "Hank, where are your clothes?"

Surprised that he had an audience, Hank placed his cookie down on the counter, slid down on to the chair next to the counter, then to the floor where he stood looking up at his father. "I drank a formla and now I visble."

"What?" Booth took off his t-shirt, slipped it over the boy until the child was completely covered from neck to toes and picked him up. "What do you mean?"

"I think he means he drank a formula and he thinks he's invisible . . . Is that right Honey?" Brennan attempted to keep a straight face, but her smile soon broke through and with it a chuckle.

Hank nodded his head. "Yes I'm in . . . invisible."

Booth glared at Brennan. "You aren't helping." His attention back on his son, Booth shifted the boy so he was now on his right hip. "Hank, you are not invisible. We can all see you."

Disappointed, Hank sighed. "I guess the formla not working."

"It's the formula isn't working Hank." Brennan automatically corrected him.

"Yes, let's worry about grammar right now." Booth was getting very annoyed. "Hank explain to me about the formula. What gave you the idea you could make a formula to make yourself invisible?

His gaze flitting between his parents, Hank decided to stare at his sister instead. "I watched the in . . . invisible man on TV. He had a formula so no one could see him."

"You see Daddy." Christine was outraged. "I told him he was too young to see that movie and now look what's happened."

Patiently, Booth turned to look at his daughter. "Pumpkin, he's five and that movie is rated G. Why don't you go to your room and play for a while, while me and Mom take care of this? Okay?"

Her face scrunched up, she threw her hands in the air. "Thank God my friends weren't here." With that, Christine turned and stormed out of the room down the hallway to her bedroom and slammed the door shut.

His divided attention now solely on his son, Booth shook his head. "Movies are make believe, Son. You can't make yourself invisible by drinking a formula. What they do in movies is just pretend. Do you understand?"

His thumb now in his mouth, Hank nodded his head.

Gently, Booth removed the boy's thumb from his mouth and kissed him on his cheek. "Okay. Now I think you need to go back to your room and put your clothes back on."

"Hank, what you did was wrong." Brennan moved closer until she was standing beside her husband and son. "You wanted to be invisible so you could steal cookies and eat them when you knew that's against the rule. You may not eat sugary snacks within an hour of meals."

Solemnly, Hank nodded his head. "I sorry."

"Well as long as you're sorry and you don't do it again." Booth lowered the boy to the floor. "Go put your clothes back on and bring me my t-shirt back."

Hank pulled the hem of the shirt up so he wouldn't trip on it as he raced from the room, down the hallway into his bedroom.

Booth leaned against the counter, picked up the cookie and took a bite out of it. "What?"

Glaring at him, Brennan shook her head. "This is why Hank wants cookies between meals. He sees you eating them whenever you want to and he tries to emulate you."

After he swallowed his bite of cookie, Booth shook his head. "One, he's not here, so he can't see me eat it and two I am not about to let a perfectly good chocolate chip cookie go to waste."

The sight of her husband standing in the kitchen, shirtless made Brennan appreciate his workout regimen. Moving closer, she leaned against him, wrapped one of her arms around his broad chest and removed a crumb from the corner of his mouth with her free hand. "I can think of better ways to enjoy myself besides eating cookies. Can't you?"

Booth smiled and placed the half eaten cookie on the counter. "Oh I definitely can." He moved his arms around her and kissed her. Soon the kiss was moving into dangerous territory when they were interrupted. "For gosh sake. You guys can't do that in the kitchen where the food is."

Slowly, the couple broke apart and stared at their daughter. Brennan smiled. "We were just kissing, Christine. We're weren't having sex."

"Bones!" Booth interrupted his wife and moved her away from his body. "Christine, we kiss all the time. That's how we show we love each other. You're old enough to know that's a good thing."

Hank charged back in to the room and handed his father the t-shirt he'd been given. "Here Daddy."

Booth slipped the t-shirt over his head and made sure the hem was straight and not bunched up in the back. "Thank you Hank." He patted the boy on the head. "Why don't you go get a book and we'll read together?"

Excited, Hank raced from the room towards the shelves in the living room. "Oh boy!"

Once the boy was out of the room, Booth leaned against the counter. "Christine, your brother has a great imagination just like you do. You used to have an invisible friend and his name was Buddy. Don't you see it's the same thing that Hank is doing? He's having fun using his imagination. We have to give him a little space to be a little boy."

Christine crossed her arms against her chest. "It's okay if he's pretending Daddy. It isn't okay to walk around without clothes on. It's just embarrassing." With a huff she turned and stalked out of the room, down the hallway and back into her bedroom.

Booth sighed and placed his arm around Brennan. "Remember when she really loved her brother?"

"She still does, Booth." Brennan placed her arm around his waist. "She's just getting older and she's kind of prudish . . . like you."

"Me?" Booth pulled her against his body. "If we didn't have kids in the house and I had to go listen to Hank read I'd show you just how wrong you are about that."

Brennan laughed. "Well, perhaps tonight when the children are asleep."

His eyes glinting, Booth gave her a menacing smile that sent shivers through her. "Count on it."

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