(In the future)

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The car had barely stopped when Christine unbuckled her seat belt, opened the door and hopped out of the car. Racing to the front door, she opened the door quickly and slammed it against the wall as she raced inside forgetting to close the door behind her. "Dad . . . Dad where are you?"

Sitting in the living room with Hank watching cartoons, Booth stood up and called out to his daughter. "Christine what's going on? Are you and your Mom okay?"

His voice telling her where her father was, Christine raced into the living room and threw her arms around her father's waist. "Dad that was so cool. Camp was so much fun and who would have believed I would have got to see a real live body . . . well not live, but you know what I mean." Her enthusiasm was in over drive and she wasn't going to be calmed down easily.

Brennan entered the house shortly afterward carrying two bags in her hands. "Booth when you get the chance could you finish unloading the car. I need to start the laundry."

Excited to see his mother, Hank slid off of the couch and ran down the hallway. Throwing his arms around her hips, he laughed. "Mama, I missed you Mama."

So pleased to see her son, Brennan dropped the bags and squatted down to hug her son. "I am so happy to see you Hank. I missed you too."

After a sloppy kiss, Hank tried to pick up one of the bags, but found it too heavy. "I'll help with the laundry Mama."

Picking up the bags, Brennan carried them to the laundry room, her son following close behind her.

While that was going on, Christine released her father and hopped from one foot to the other. "Thank you for letting me stay. I thought for sure when Page stepped on the body that Mom would call you and you'd say I had to come home, but you didn't and I'm so glad you didn't. We got to see a black bear and her cub and we saw some snakes and squirrels and chipmunks and gosh just so many flowers and stuff. It was so much fun."

His daughter clearly in the middle of an adrenaline rush, Booth moved towards the front door. "Come on Pumpkin. You can help me take your stuff out of the car and bring your stuff into the house."

Following behind him, Christine prattled on about the camping trip and the things she had seen. As they removed the bags out of the car, Booth noticed a dent in the back bumper. "Whoa what happened here?"

Suddenly quiet, Christine stared at the bumper and bit her lower lip. Her silence deafening, Booth placed his hands on his hips and stared at his daughter. "Christine, I asked you a question."

Clearly nervous, Christine cleared her throat. "Well, remember that bear I mentioned? Well, um, Mom was driving real slow right after we left the parking area and she was pointing out some trees and plants, this was while we were driving to the highway . . . I saw the bear and then the cub start to cross the road and we stopped and the mother bear um . . . kind of charged us and Mom didn't want her to get hurt so she backed up the car and the car kind of went off the road and she kind of hit a tree stump sticking up out of the ground . . . the noise scared the mother bear and she ran back to where her cub was and they entered the woods and that's what happened."

"Well, as long as no one was hurt." Booth thought the explanation was ridiculous, but knowing his Bones, it was totally believable. "Come on, let's get this stuff in to the house like your Mom wants. Maybe we'll order pizza for dinner."

"Pizza." Christine raised her fist in the air. "Gosh I missed pizza."

Amused, Booth carried four bags into the house while his daughter followed along with the last one. After he dropped them on his bedroom floor, Booth stepped back into the hallway. "Christine come in here and get your other bag." Satisfied when she called out that she would, Booth made his way to the laundry room where Brennan was just finished sorting color and whites clothes with Hank's help.

Leaning against the doorframe of the small room, his arms crossed against his chest, Booth smiled. "I saw that little dent in the bumper. I barely noticed it."

"Christine told you." Brennan knew that the dent wouldn't be a secret for long, but she had hoped it would be longer than this. Now she realized that it would have been better if she had got the bags out of the car herself putting off Booth's reaction. "It's minor. I'll call the repair shop tomorrow to arrange to have it fixed or replaced."

"Yeah, I'm sure it won't be a bear to fix." Booth ran his tongue around the back of his teeth in an effort not to laugh.

Not amused in the slightest, Brennan turned to face her husband. "Are you going to do that all night?"

"What?" Booth held his hands out palms up and acted as innocent as he could. "I don't know what that means . . . oh, you can barely see it, but there's a scratch in the paint above the bumper too."

"Booth." She knew she was whining, but she was already tired of his puns. "I get it. Christine told you how the accident happened. I was merely trying to protect the mother bear. If she had come to harm her cub would have suffered."

His eyes wide, Hank turned to stare at his mother. "Wow you saw a bear?"

"Yes, I did." Brennan smiled at her son. "The bear charged my car and I backed away to protect her so her cub wouldn't become an orphan."

"Wow, you're a hero." Hank was so proud of his mother. "That's so cool."

With an arch of her eyebrow, Brennan smirked at her husband. "You see, I'm a hero and I'm cool."

Stepping closer, Booth placed his arms around his wife and kissed her. "You sure are Bones and you'll be even cooler this evening when you're barely dressed."

"Booth." Unable to hide it, Brennan laughed and pressed her forehead against his chest. "Booth stop that. I get it now stop it."

Chuckling, Booth kissed her once more and stepped back. "Well if I must I must. I mean if you can't bear my sense of humor then you can't."

With a growl in her throat, Brennan reached to grab her husband, but he turned and ran. Running down the hallway, he made it out of the front door before Brennan could reach him. Standing in the yard, Booth waved at her. "I'm going to go get us some pizza. Christine said she really missed pizza. She could barely be without it."

"Booth." Brennan shook her head and slammed the front door, leaving her laughing husband in the front yard.

Standing behind his mother, Hank laughed. "He barely got out of the house. You almost caught him."

"Oh not you too." Brennan rolled her eyes. Her kids had definitely inherited their father's sense of humor.

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