Threesquares prompt: Characters I wish for: Brennan and Booth Please include: Angela, Hodgins, and a trip to the hospital on Christmas eve

Merry Christmas, Threesquares. I hope this is what you wanted.

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Brennan hated Christmas and Booth knew it. It was going to be their first Christmas together as a couple and Booth wasn't sure how to handle it. Christmas was his favorite time of the year. He loved Christmas trees, stockings hung up, ornaments, Christmas ties, mistletoe and most of the Christmas movies. If it was part of Christmas, he loved it. He didn't want Brennan to be the Grinch who stole his Christmas; but, he loved her and he knew why she hated Christmas. He would do anything for her and that included not reminding her of her abandonment by her parents just days before her 15th Christmas.

She'd made an effort a few years ago to have Christmas dinner at her apartment and Booth had appreciated it; but, it had been a dinner party for her and nothing more. It seemed to Booth that to have Brennan in his life, he was going to have to give up some things and unfortunately, Christmas was one of those things.

As the days got closer to Christmas, Booth felt himself grow sadder and sadder. To get his Christmas fix, Booth would drop by the stores and look at their decorations. He'd swing by the mall and watch the little kids talk to Santa Claus for a little while. Those happy cheerful faces made his heart ache. The joy in the faces of the parents made him envious. The beautifully decorated trees in the mall made him jealous. The nativity at his church made him sad and nostalgic.

As he counted down the days, Booth bought a few presents for Brennan, his friends and his family and hid them in his office. She might dislike Christmas and all of its trappings; but, he'd finally decided that there was no way he'd forgo everything about Christmas. Everyone he loved was getting a present, believer or not. He could only compromise so much. On Christmas Eve he planned on attending Mass and on Christmas Day he would hand out his presents. It wasn't going to be the Christmas he was used to; but, he felt that he was doing the right thing.

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The streets were slick and dangerous. The last sleet storm had coated the sidewalks and streets with a thick sheet of ice. Towards the end of the storm, Booth had been called out to a hostage situation at a Federal building. Someone dressed up as Santa Claus wanted to make a political statement and he had thought that taking hostages and threatening to kill them on Christmas Eve would garner him a lot of attention. Booth had been called in for sniper duty. They had him set up across the street from the building where the hostage taker was and Booth had been told that if he got a clean shot, he was told to take it. The demented Santa Claus had twenty hostages and he was threatening to start shooting one an hour in a bizarre countdown to Christmas.

Booth has been diligent. He'd watched the office windows where the lunatic Santa was waiting and found that the windows didn't have blinds or curtains. He had a clear view into the room; but, apparently the Santa imposter was aware of that fact and always managed to have a hostage between him and the windows. Booth knew it would be a matter of time; but, he would get a chance and he'd take it.

The roof top was very cold and the icy coating over everything didn't help. Booth huddled in his coat and hat and kept his gloves on. The gloves were thin enough to allow him to shoot; but, that also meant they were thin enough to be less effective against the cold. Booth knew he couldn't stay in the cold forever and still be able to shoot well; so, he kept his eye on the crazy Santa and watched for his chance.

His chance came twenty minutes after he'd set up and he'd taken his shot. The deranged Santa had died before he'd had a chance to kill anyone and Booth was glad. While walking back across the roof top, Booth' s feet slipped out from under him and he fell. Trying to catch himself, Booth had dropped his rifle and tried to roll with the fall, unfortunately he hit his head on a corner of the air conditioning unit sitting near the stairwell.

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"His hat probably saved his life. It helped cushion the blow when his head hit the corner."

Nodding her head, Angela sadly watched the pressure cuff start to inflate automatically with a whirring sound. She was mesmerized with the sight of the cuff slowly constricting around Booth's arm and then once the reading was recorded she'd heard the click and watched the cuff deflate.

Hodgins, holding Michael in his arms, watched Brennan as she stood next to Booth, holding Booth's hand firmly in hers. Hodgins saw the look of distress on Brennan's face and wanted to help her anyway he could.

Trying to make conversation, Hodgins exclaimed, "Booth is so going to be so upset that he's going to miss Christmas at home. He hates hospitals as it is; so, being in the hospital on Christmas day is just going to piss him off."

Watching Booth's face, Brennan replied, "Booth decided not to celebrate Christmas this year. He said we have too much going on right now and he'd rather concentrate on looking for a house and not worry about the unimportant things this year."

Flabbergasted, Angela tore her eyes from the pressure cuff, "Honey, didn't Booth decorate his apartment this year? He's the king of Christmas; I can't believe he wouldn't at least decorate his apartment."

Shaking her head, Brennan glanced at Angela and then at Booth, "No, he said that we might find a house soon and he wouldn't want to have to take everything down just after he'd put it up."

"Not even a tree?"

Shaking her head again, Brennan murmured, "No, no tree."

Grimacing at Hodgins, Angela frowned and mouthed, "That can't be right."

Hodgins, shrugging his shoulders, looked at Booths' still face and made a decision. Walking over to Angela, Hodgins handed Michael to his concerned wife and exclaimed, "Ok, I have stuff I have to do. I'll be back in awhile."

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Hodgins had been gone for four hours when he arrived back at the hospital. Leading three men and one woman into the room, Hodgins smiled at Angela and Brennan. Hauling in a fairly nice Fraser Fir into the room, Hodgins' decorating committee set the tree up in front of the window and proceeded to decorate the tree and then the rest of the room.

Puzzled, Brennan stared at the manic activity in front of the window and then at Hodgins, "I don't think the hospital would approve of this, Dr. Hodgins."

Smiling, Hodgins watched his merry helpers at work, "Nah, don't worry about it. My uncle is on the board of trustees for this hospital and so am I. They wouldn't dare say anything to me."

Shaking her head, Brennan replied, "It seems like a lot of work for such a short stay. I'm sure Booth will only be here for a couple of days."

Shrugging his shoulders, Hodgins responded, "Today and tomorrow are the only days I care about."

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Frowning, Booth felt like his head was on fire. Opening his eyes, Booth was surprised to see Brennan leaning on the bed next to him with her head on the mattress and her eyes closed. Seeing the tubing attached to his arm, Booth looked up and then around. The hospital equipment though unexpected was familiar; the rest of the room had a surreal quality to it that left him speechless. The Christmas tree was the most beautiful tree he'd ever seen, the decorations lining the wall and window were very festive and colorful and that filled a smiling Booth with delight.

Moving his head slowly, Booth allowed his eyes to follow the decorations around the room. Finally moving his head to face towards the door, Booth saw Hodgins, Angela and baby Michael sitting on some chairs leaning against each other and dozing.

Clearing his throat, Booth asked, "Am I in a hospital room because it sure doesn't look like one to me?"

Startled, Brennan jerked up out of her sleep to see Booth smiling and looking at her. "Booth, you're awake."

Moving his hand so that it touched Brennan's hand, Booth replied, "I thought you hate it when someone states the obvious."

Smiling, Brennan leaned over and kissed Booth. "You fell on the rooftop and hit your head on the air conditioner unit. You have a concussion."

Sighing, Booth explained, "That roof was covered in ice. It was hard to walk on. I should have skated on it instead."

Looking at the decorations, Booth asked, "Why the decorations?"

Hodgins walking over to the bed, answered, "I didn't want you to miss Christmas."

Concerned, Booth glanced at Brennan and then back at Hodgins, "I . . . uh . . . I was just going to do Mass this year and presents." His eyes flicking between Brennan and Hodgins, Booth continued, "You know, we're looking for a place and I didn't plan on adding to our stress by . . . you know . . . decorating."

Puzzled by Booth's glances, Brennan asked, "Booth, you didn't decide to not celebrate because of me did you?"

Glancing away from Brennan, Booth replied, "No, of course not."

Sighing, Brennan grabbed Booth's hand, "Booth. I know Christmas is important to you. I would never want you to not celebrate Christmas just because I don't believe. Please Booth, if that is what you were doing then please don't do that again. If you want to decorate the apartment and do other Christmas oriented things then that's what I want you to do. I love you and I don't want to deny you something that gives you pleasure."

Turning his eyes back towards Brennan, Booth asked, "Are you sure? I know you hate Christmas because of what your parents did to you and I don't want to bring back painful memories. I want you to be happy."

Standing up, Brennan leaned over and hugged Booth, "Booth, I am happy. Celebrating Christmas won't make me sad, not while I'm with you. You make me very happy and I want you to be happy. Next year you will not give up Christmas for me or anyone else, alright?'

Smiling, Booth murmured, "I'd do anything for you, Bones, you know that."

Kissing Booth, Brennan replied, "And I'd do anything for you."

Hodgins and Angela feeling like their hearts were about to melt, turned to each other and smiled.

Hodgins sighing, "Come on Ange, let's go home. Two's company and five is definitely a crowd.

As Hodgins was leaving the room, Booth turned his head and called out, "Hey man, thanks. The tree and stuff are great."

Beaming, Hodgins looked at the tree and then at Booth, "Yeah, it is nice isn't it? You have one just like it at home now, waiting for you. Merry Christmas."

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I really hope this is what you wanted. I know I'm early; but, I wrote it and I didn't want to wait to post it. Merry Christmas ya'll.