Thank you for the wonderful response to April Fool's Seeley. It was a fun story and I am glad that so many of you enjoyed it. This is a fun little add on companion piece to it that I hope you enjoy as well. Gregg.

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Booth walked into the dining room of their home and found Bones working on her laptop and taking notes on a legal pad. He went and grabbed a beer and sat down across from her. He enjoyed watching her work on her novels, as he could always get a rise out of her by begging to read some of the draft which she always refused. Maybe a bit childish, but it was fun.

"Whatcha working on, Bones?" he asked, taking another drink of his beer.

"Preparing some questions and observations for a conversation I will be having with Mitch next week," she told him.

Booth instantly started choking and having a coughing fit. "What?" he exclaimed.

Bones raised a brow of half concern and half amusement. "I said I am preparing some questions and observations for a discussion with Mitch," she told him again.

Booth began to sweat bullets. He was still recovering from that horrifying April Fools joke Mitch had played on him a couple of weeks before. The last thing he needed was for Mitch and Bones to have a conversation before he had fully recovered his emotional equilibrium.

"Uh, just what will you two be discussing?" he decided to ask just in case they were going to have a discussion about something not related to God.

"We had a fascinating discussion a few months ago about the Treatise on the Incarnation in the Summa Theologica and we are now going to discuss the one major assumption within the Summa and one major assumption implicit within the Treatise on the Incarnation," she told him. "Specifically question one."

Booth gulped. "Assumptions?" he managed to ask, keeping the nausea at bay, just barely.

"The major assumption in the Summa is the existence of God without disputation," she told him. "The major assumption within the Treatise on the Incarnation is that God is perfect, again without serious disputation and substantiation."

Booth felt a serious migraine coming on. It was the April Fools joke all over again, but this time it was possibly happening.

"First, Bones, if I remember right, Aquinas wrote that in a time where saying God doesn't exist, or even trying to argue such a thing to play Devil's Advocate would get you burned at the stake," he told her. "I think he can be forgiven for trying to avoid being torched. Second, I don't think it's such a good idea to discuss this with Mitch."

"I will concede the logic of the first, though I do feel it needs to be discussed in order to make the argumentation of the Summa more effective as a teaching tool," she admitted without withdrawing the criticism. "As for not discussing it with Mitch, what reason do you have for such an assertion?"

"Because you may convince him that your atheist hooey is right and then where would he be? He's a PRIEST, Bones," Booth pleaded. Pathetic, but this was too important to maintain his macho image. "Imagine what would happen if a Priest says God doesn't exist?"

"One more person who utilizes logic instead of some perceived gut reaction called Faith," Bones goaded him, loving to see him get flustered.

"A man of God is supposed to have Faith, Bones," Booth shot back, his hackles raised as he knew that the existence of God couldn't be proven scientifically, but had to be accepted through Faith.

"And if his Faith is strong a simple discussion shouldn't be a problem," she pointed out, once again making a logical point. "Besides which, we are having a philosophical discussion on a widely accepted work of theology, not a debate about the actual existence or non-existence of God."

"I still don't like it, Bones," he told her, trying to get his mind wrapped around such a discussion. Mitch's joke had really scared the crap out of him. It was a terribly effective joke, and he fervently hoped that no one ever played such a joke on him ever again.

"Would you care to sit in on the discussion?" she asked, knowing what he would say.

"Absolutely not," he said instantly. "I've had enough horrifying moments on that subject to last a life time. I will simply put my mind, and eyes, in the Good Book and pray that you don't convince Mitch that those assumptions are bogus. I'm sure the Man Upstairs won't let me down."

"Your imaginary friend has no impact on a discussion based on logical disputation," Bones told him, enjoying the increasingly flustered look on his face.

"But that's Modernism!" Booth bellowed, even though he knew that his understanding of what Modernism is in terms of the Church was minimal at best.

"Neither of us is using modern scholarly techniques to teach or make changes in accepted doctrinal matters, Booth," Bones pointed out. "Nor are we publishing any of the conversations we are having. The techniques we use in our discussions may be somewhat Modernist in nature, but not focused in the direction that motivated Pius X to brand it as unacceptable in his Encyclical letter Pascendi Dominici Gregis."

"There are times that you are simply too intelligent, Bones," he said with a sigh.

"There is no such thing as too intelligent," she shot back, the old arguments alive and well. She winked at him in good humor and she was glad when he smiled.

"I think I need to get some air," he told her as he stood up.

"Tell Mitch I said hello," Bones told him knowingly.

Booth shot her a glare as he walked out the door, but didn't contradict her knowing statement of his intentions to see Mitch. He just knew that it was getting bad when Bones was getting to be able to read him so damn well. Oh, well, that was love for you. Now he had to have a little chat with Mitch and make sure his friend knew what was expected of him. No turning atheist for Mitch while Booth was on the job!

A/N: Next up is Booth's conversation with Mitch. I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of this one. Gregg.