Hi, people.

This is my firt chapter of my firt story here. I used to write in czech, but almost no one reads that, so I moved to .

Hope, you'll like it.

PS: just in case…I usually write slash, so maybe there will be some kind of it later.

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Brown haired man took his phone and answered the call.

„Booth."

‚Are you Seeley Booth?' asked some woman's voice.

„Yes," Booth answered suspiciously.

„My name is Caroline Woods. I have to tell you something very important."

„Yes?"

„Do you know Susann Walker?" Booth frowned.

„Yes, she was my schoolmate at high school." He couldn't understand what was this all about.

„I am supposed to inform you, that she died three months ago and we finally found out who is father of her daughter."

„Wait. What?" Booth neary screamed. No, that couldn't be true!

„You are father of Abigail Olivia Walker…Booth from now," informed him Mrs. Woods.

„I…I can't be her father. That makes no sense. Why wouldn't Caroline told me?" Booth was shocked. Caroline, his girlfriend, just disappeared one day and she didn't tell him anything not even good bye.

„Her parents moved with her to Montana. But they had an accident and Abigail was only one who survived." Mrs. Woods sounded calmly, like it was normal to inform people, that they have daughter.

„You mean I am her only family? And how old is she?"

„Yes, you are her only family and it was really hard for us to find. She is sixteen, nearly seventeen. And if you won't take care of her, she'll end in foster care."

Booth narrowed his eyes. He couldn't let some girl, his daughter, in foster care. He knew, how bad the system was. And if Bones found out, she would never forgive him.

„Ok…I'll…keep her?" he said hesitantly.

„Mr Booth, you must be sure, because Abigail needs stability. You can't take her and then send her back, she needs to know, she has some one, who will tak care of her!" Her voice sounded sharp and serious.

„I am sorry. Yes, I'll keep her, if she wants me to." He wasn't really sure, but he felt kind of responsibility for the girl.

„Okay, if you are sure, come on Friday at two p.m. Good bye, Mr. Booth."

„Bye," said Booth and hung up. He needed a drink! Quickly.

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„New case?" Bones raised her eyes from some random man, who had fought in The Second world war. Booth shook his head.

„No, I wanted to tell you, that I am taking one week off, so you can peacefully continue in your own work," he answered calmly. He knew, that FBI won't disturb the sqiunts, because he was almost only one, who could get along well with them. And it was hard sometimes even for him.

Bones straightened.

„Why?" Of course. Why would he like to take few days off? There has to be reason. Of course he had one, but he wasn't sure if he wanted her to know.

„Erm…personal reasons," muttered Booth and looked intently on the other squints until they came back to their work.

„Something's up with Parker?" asked Bones, the skeleton absolutelly forgotten.

„No, no. Parker is ok. Just need settle something. I'll be back next week, okay? So, bye!" He waved to all squints and went out.

When he sat in his black SUV, he let his thoughts run.

He had an appointment in 20 minutes and he wasn't sure, he could do that. Yes, it was his daughter, but it was sixteeen years old girl. His son was six, Booth had no experience with girls and, moreover, this already reached her teenage years. He didn't know, how to act.

He had to come and take her or she'll end in foster care. And Booth didn't want this. So he promised, he'll keep her. He has always wanted family. He had Parker, who was six years old, and now he had daughter as well. His family started to grow up. Except one thing. He had two children but no wife or even girlfriend.

He shook his head and turned on the engine. He rode nervously to the social authority.

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When he came to the office of Mrs. Woods, who phoned him, he saw petite pale girl sitting nervously on the wooden chair. She wasn't really tall and she looked really skinny and fragile.

She had dark brown hair, which was long under her shoulders, there were some blue and white highlights. Her features were quite sharp. She had big eyes and Booth couldn't define the colour of them, they looked blue in one moment but then they seemed to be violet. They were framed by long black eyelashes. Her nose was small enough to be cosidered as cute.

The girl was bitting her pink full bottom lip, as he studied her.

She was wearing black leather jacket, steel-blue t-shirt, dark jeans and black converse.

Kind voice from the armmchair behind desk woke him from his thoughts.

„So, you're Seeley Booth, right?" Booth nodded. „Then meet Abigail Olivia Booth," smiled young woman. The girl blinked few times.

„Erm, nice to meet you, Abigail, I am Seeley," said Booth nervously. You can be sniper thousand times, but that will never prepare you for meeting your sixteen years old daughter.

„Hi," she spoke hesitantly. „You-you can call me Gail or Abby, if you want. Mom called me like that." Booth nodded.

„Abigail, if you still agree with staying with your father, we should sign these documents and you can go." Abigail smiled and nodded.

„So, Mr. Booth, sign there and there. I hope you have room for Abigail, it's really important in her age." Mrs Woods was smiling but sounded very seriously. Booth felt like small boy at school.

„No, not in my current flat, but I have already found bigger one and I'm moving tommorow. You don't have to help me, Abigail, you can go out and have fun while I'll take care of it," smiled Booth nervously. Abigail nodded.

„Oh, I think, I can help you. But I am not really strong." She blushed when Seeley laughed.

„We find another way you can be useful, okay?" offered Booth. He really liked the girl, she was cute in the way her mother was.

„Okay," nodded Gail and got up from the chair. She took her bag and suitcase. „Can we go?"

„Yeah, I think. Anything else, Mrs. Woods?"

„Yes, this is Abigail's file, you should read it, I think you will need it." Booth took the file and Abigail's suitcase and they both headed out. He led her to his SUV.

„So, what would you say if we went to some café and we could talk?" asked Booth.

„I would like it. But I think you should read my file at first. I don't like telling it, but you should know that," said Gail hesitantly. Booth didn't understand very well, but stopped the car on the side of road and started reading in the file.

He found out that Abigail had IQ abou 160, she had photographic memory, she was allergic to too much and too sharp sunshine, she had hypoglycemia and her bones were fragile. And there was a little note: „You have to take care about food. She often forgets to eat and then she collapses."

„Wow." Was only thing he said. Gail looked at him worriedly.

„Do you, do you have some problem with it? You can always take me back," whispered she. Booth looked at her in disbelief.

„What? No, no! I will take care of you, but I am very surprised by this. You really have IQ 160?"

„Yes," answered Gail hesitantly.

„I think I have to introduce you to my squints."

„Your what?" Abigail seemed very confused.

„I think I can explain it later. We should propably go," Booth smiled and they drove to the café.

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When they ordered latté and chocolate ice-cream for Gail and espresso for Booth, Booth started.

„I would like to know something about you, but I think, that would be fair if I told you something first. I am a FBI agent and I was in army before. Now I work with „squints" from Jeffersonian Anthropology Unit. I like beer, good music and action movies. And I have six-year son, named Parker."

„Wait, I have brother?" Gail looked surprised, almost scared. „I don't wanna interfere in you family. Get me back to the Mrs. Woods."

„Hey, calm down. You got it wrong," smiled Booth. „I have son, but he lives with his mother and he comes to my flat every other weekend. I and his mother never got married."

„I see," she nodded slowly.

„So, when this is clear, by the way I would like you to meet him, could you tell me something about you?"

„Egh…ok, I was excused from PE in my second grade. I tried to play basketball and broke my arm on first lesson. So, I am not really sporty. I like biology, especially anatomy. And about „normal" hobbies, I like reading, drawing, painting and singing. I listen to Morandi, Green Day, Bryan Adams and so. I play piano, guitar and violin, I learned it myself, my instruments are going to come in few weeks. I love animals and I would love to have a dog. And I would like to know how to use a gun." Gail shrugged and took a sip from right brought latté.

„Use a gun?" Booth was surprised. „I guess you are really my daughter. I don't see any problem. We are in DC, so I'd feel better when I know, you can take care of yourself. I can teach you. And you say, you like anatomy? I think you should definitely meet my squints," smiled Booth warmly.

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„What do you think?" asked Booth nervously, when they walked in the new flat.

„It's…really nice." Abigail, who was looking around, turned to him. „I like it." The flat was quite big and sunny and furniture, last owners left it all there, looked very comfortable and modern.

„So, you should pick your bedroom," suggested Seeley. Gail disappeared in flat and he moved himself to window.

„Found iiit!" Booth went after the cheerful voice and found his daughter standing in green painted room with wooden floor and nice wooden furniture.

„This one?" Booth asked.

„Yes."

„Ok. We should go to my old flat, moving is tommorow. Oh, is there something you want to do now?"

„Would you mind, if I went to bed? I am kind of tired," she said quietly. Seeley shook his head.

„No, I understand. Let's go," he suggested, so they took their way to his car.

Once they were at his flat, Abigail laid in his bed and fell asleep.

Seeley thought about new flat. There was bedroom for him and one smaller bedroom for Parker.
„I have to paint it," he said. Room was painted with pink colour and he was sure Parker wouldn't like it.

When he thought about Parker…he had to tell Rebecca about his daughter. This could be problem.

He took his cell and dialed Rebeccas number.

„Hi, Rebecca. I need to talk to you…Alone…Meet me at Diablo's…" Diablo's was restaurant, where they usually meet.

Booth left note on the bedroom door; I will be back in few hours.

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„So, what did you want to talk about?" Blonde asked impatiently.

„Ehm…sit down." Booth ordered watter for him and inhaled longly to find courage.

„So?" Rebecca raised her eyebrows.

„I have a daughter," Booth announced calmly.

„Congrats…but you didn't tell me about your new girlfriend. And you had to date her for quite long time!" she sounded annoyed.

„Stop, Rebecca, you got it wrong. I have daughter, but I don't have any girlfriend now. My daughter is sixteen years old. I had her when I was nineteen, but her mother disappeared and didn't tell me. Few months ago she died and the social authority couldn't find me until now. I met her today…I am not keeping anything from you."
„Oh…" Rebecca could't find words. „Ok…you want Parker to meet her?" She didn't sound very happy.

„Of course I want! She is his sister and she's going to live with me!" Booth said sharply.

„You think, he'll be happy when he'll find out he has a sister?"

„Yeah, I think so. I have to go now, Gail is sleeping and I need to make dinner and do shopping. Bye and I'm going to pick Parker on Friday." With that Booth got out of restaurant and went to do shopping.

He needed to buy things that youg people like. He remembered her hypoglycemia and bought chocolate and sweets. Of course he bought other things.

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In one week they started to know each other better. They found out they were similiar. They both liked each other.

Gail met Parker and he liked her.

They settled in new flat. They went to zoo, museum, cinema, theater and so on.

One day Abigail called Booth: Dad. She looked very startled and slightly shocked. More shocked than Booth himself.

But from that day she went on with calling Booth dad.

After summer holiday had Abigail to go to University because she did her exams few years earlier. But now, they had almost three months to know each other.

However, one week was enough for Booth to wake his protectiveness about Abigail and his father's instinct.

It was almost ridiculous how much he loved his daughter after just one week. It was like he found some piece of him he missed but didn't know about it.