A/N: this chapter is set about eight years in the future.

Booth pulled his SUV up in front of Roosevelt Middle School right before the dismissal bell. He had a few minutes to wait, so he tuned the Pandora stream to his favorite classic rock station, which featured oldies from the seventies and eighties. Turning up the volume several notches, he tapped his fingers on the steering wheel as he bobbed his head to one of his favorites as he waited for Christine.

"Oh, hi, Honey!", he said as his daughter opened the door to the SUV. "Well, how was the last day of eighth grade? Do you feel any different? Because after today you're officially a high school student."

Christine climbed into the car, smiling at her father until she heard the music that was playing. "Oh, my God, Daddy. What are you listening to?"

"Hey, this is the good stuff from the seventies. They put together a set of songs for the last day of school. This is Alice Cooper. Listen…"

The radio blared heavy metal music as a raspy male voice sang over it. "School's out for summer. School's out forever…"

Wrinkling her nose in disdain, Christine rolled her eyes at her father. "Really, Daddy?"

"Hey, it's a great song. No more teachers, no more books, no more teacher's dirty looks…" Booth sang along loudly with the radio as he pulled away from the curb. "Alice Cooper is legendary, Christine. Just listening to him on the radio gives you a sense of rock and roll history, doesn't it?"

Christine looked at Booth as if he was crazy. "This man is a legend?"

"Well, actually, Alice Cooper is a band, but they were really important in the heavy metal genre during the seventies. Oh, listen...here's Pink Floyd. We don't need no education. We don't need no thought control…" Booth sang the lyrics with gusto. "Too bad you didn't get out to the car sooner. You missed Smokin' in the Boys Room."

Christine nodded in amusement. "Yeah...my loss, I'm sure. So have they played Van Halen's Hot for Teacher yet?"

Booth turned a narrowed eye toward his daughter. "How do you know about that one?"

"C'mon, Dad. I watch youtube. I've seen the videos with the boys lusting after their cute teacher." Grinning at her father's shocked expression, Christine got out her phone to check her messages.

"Well, that's not really Van Halen's best song…." Booth was beginning to feel a bit uncomfortable as he thought of his little girl watching that video.

"It says here, Dad, that the lead singer of Alice Cooper used to bite the heads off chickens and drink their blood. Now I can understand why you think the band was so important to the genre." Christine showed him the webpage she had pulled up on her phone.

"They may have done crazy stuff on stage, but that doesn't mean their songs weren't good. C'mon, Christine. You can't tell me that you don't wanna sing those lyrics….no more teachers, no more books…" Booth grinned at his daughter. "I know you're glad school's out for the summer no matter what sort of garbage you tell your mother about how much you miss learning stuff."

Christine smiled sadly as she looked out the car window. "I'm going to miss my friends, Daddy. I mean, we're going on a trip to the Grand Canyon for two weeks, and then they'll be on trips, and then there's summer camp…"

Booth chuckled. "By 'they' I assume you mean Kyle. Don't worry, honey. He won't forget you over the summer. I'm sure you'll hear from him a lot over the next few months."

"Do you really think so, Daddy?" Christine's lip was quivering as she turned to her father. "I'm going to miss him so much."

"Of course I do, Sweetheart. Kyle's a smart kid. He knows you're too special to give up just because it's summer vacation, okay? Booth chuckled to himself. Kyle's also smart enough to know I won't be happy if he breaks my daughter's heart! "So no more tears, okay? We're gonna have fun all summer, and then you'll be in high school and have fun there, too."

Christine sniffled as she brushed away a tear. "Okay. Thanks, Daddy."

"Any time, Sweetheart. Oh, listen. It's the BeeGees! Ah, ah, ah, ah stayin' alive, stayin' alive..."

Smiling as her father got down to the disco beat while he drove, Christine smiled to herself. They'd be having fun all summer long...