Deep bassy classical style rock music with heavy violin wafted down the hallway from the living room, attracted Booth's attention away from the report he was reading. Or trying to read he thought.

He looked up from the door, frowning, then tried to find the place in the report where he stopped reading. Working on a Saturday was not his favourite thing to do any more. Over the years, he had managed to reduce his hours. Marriage, two young kids and a dog had given him more interesting things to do on the weekends. This Friday had been particularly stressful though, and then Caroline had sent him a box of reports related to a cold case late last night. She asked him if he could have a look over the weekend and report to her first thing Monday morning.

His daughter and her friends squealing pulled his attention away again.

"This is impossible. I'm not going to get anything done" he growled putting the folder on the desk. The girls screaming made him glare at the door. "What are those girls doing?" he said as he pushed his chair away from the desk. He stood up and stretched. I need to go for a walk he thought randomly as he listened to the voices floating down the hallway.

Dealing with a fourteen year old girl, who thought, and acted like she was twenty was making Booth feel old these days. Brennan and Hank were out at his rehearsal for the school play. Booth had been left in charge of three young teens, something that caused him to have fleeting moments of terror, intermingled with fear and frustration.

He stalked down the hallway towards the high pitched voices. Entering the living, room he saw the back of three heads huddled together, whispering and giggling about something. He jumped as a loud banging accompanied by a woman screaming rang out from the TV which was turned up way too loud.

"Chris. Chris? Christine!" he yelled over the TV.

Christine barely turned her head and retorted "Dad, not now. He's going to swoop in any minute and I don't want to miss it"

"Swoop in? What? What the hell are you watching?" he asked again, his voice barely audible.

Booth focussed on the TV screen as a tall, handsome man with dark brooding eyes and hair that strangely resembled his own hairstyle appeared. His long black coat, flying out behind him as he dropped down from somewhere unseen, above. He pulled a man with a strange monster face away from the woman who was screaming and he deftly snapped it's neck, flinging the lifeless body to one side.

"What is this?" he asked again, picking up the remote and turning down the volume.

"Dad!"

"Mr. Booth!"

Three young voices cried out.

"Dad! Really? It was right at the good part. We'll have to rewind it once I get rid of him" Christine turned and said to her friends.

Booth eyes blinked several time. At what point did his sweet little girl become this snarky, young thing with attitude. He held up the remote and pointed it at the TV. "What is this?" he asked again.

His daughter rolled her eyes dramatically and let her head flop to one side. "We're watching Angel. Obviously. He's so gorgeous. He's a vampire. But he's not a bad vampire. He has a soul. See over two hundred years ago he killed a gypsy, and he was cursed and they returned his soul so he would have to remember every horrible thing he did, and live with it. Then he met this girl. A vampire slayer. Called Buffy and he thought he loved her, but she killed him. Then he came back to life. Thank goodness" she turned and giggled to her friends, then turned back to her father. "And now he lives in LA. With Doyle and Cordy. Who has the most amazing hair and eyes. Cordelia, not Doyle. And some of her clothes are pretty cool considering this show is so old. I think it's the nineties. I totally think they are going to get together. Angel and Cordy, not Cordy and Doyle, cos Doyle's a demon."

"He can't get with Cordy, remember? He can't have sex because he'll lose his soul again!" one of the girls said.

"Oh I know that, but I still think they'll get together. They're perfect for each other" Christine said, her voice dreamy, her eyes staring at the TV where a young woman was getting a container that was apparently blood, out of the fridge, giving it to the Angel guy who slurped at it. He really is quite good looking Booth thought, randomly, then shook his head.

"Wait. What?" Booth's mouth had been hanging open, but suddenly snapped shut. "Who's having sex?"

"Oh it's alright Daddy. Ohhhhh. Just look at him" Christine's attention was drawn back to the television where Angel was now walking around without a shirt on.

Booth's eyes opened wide and he lifted the remote and hit the off button.

"That's it. I forbid you from watching this Angel show" he said. He could feel his heart beating and he was sweating. Since when did fourteen year old girls find semi naked men attractive? arent' they supposed to be into Barbie Dolls or making beads or something?

"Dad! No! What are you doing. You're so embarrassing!" Christine had stood up and was facing her father, her hands planted firmly on her hips, just as her father did when he was making a point.

"I bet your mother doesn't know you're watching this, this, this vampire sex show!" he said. "Do your mothers know you're watching this?" he asked Christine's friends who nodded.

"Don't be ridiculous Daddy. There's no sex. He's a VAMPIRE! Don't you know anything? Duh. Anyway, Mom knows we're watching it. She bought me the boxed set of DVD's." she said her eyes rolling again. "She said it's good to watch things that stimulate one's imagination. Especially seeing as I want to be a writer."

She just said Duh to me!

"There's a set?" Booth said, the hand with the remote falling limply by his side.

"Of course! I can't believe you haven't heard of this show. You wouldn't have been that old when it was on TV" Christine said, making Booth cringe. She's talking to me like I'm ancient or something! he thought. "Buffy The Vampire Slayer? Angel?" she said, staring pointedly at her father.

Something sparked in his mind "OK. Yes. I kind of remember there was a show called Buffy" he mumbled.

"OK, well there you go. And Angel was the spin off. We watched Buffy last year and Mom got me the Angel set a few weeks ago. We've been waiting for summer break so we can binge it." Christine said, her hands held out in front of her.

Booth stared at his daughter for a moment. Only she wasn't the fourteen, almost fifteen year old in front of him. She was twelve, beating him at monopoly. She was eight, he was teaching her to pitch a softball for the first time. She was six, he was teaching her to tie her ballet slippers. She was two, still in nappies still using baby talk and he was trying to teach her to say Philly Flyers.

"Dad! The remote?" He snapped back into the room. Christine's hand was waving in front of him, fingers opening and closing impatiently.

Booth wanted to stand firm. Say no way. You're not watching that. But he couldn't. He stared into those eyes. Bright. Blue. Exactly like her mother's. They had the same effect on him as his wife's did too. Coupled with his own powers of persuasion, she was a force to be reckoned with. God help us when she's old enough to date. He pressed his lips together and exhaled heavily, putting the remote into her hand.

Her fingers wrapped around it, but Booth kept his grip on it for a moment.

"If I see anything that looks like. Like there is any. If I see people." He stuttered as Christine pulled it from his hand and pressed the play button. The girls all audibly sighed as the picture appeared on the screen.

"Does he take his shirt off a lot?" he asked pointing at the TV as Angel leaned against a door frame, his old fashioned red smoking jacket hanging open, revealing a well toned Booth shook his head, breaking that thought and pulling his eyes away "You're sure there's absolutely no sex in this show?" he asked, blinking.

"Absolutely not" Christine said.

"OK. I guess it's alright. Especially if your mother approves" he said, unaware that Christine had her fingers crossed behind her back. She wasn't entirely sure there was no sex, but she was hopeful for Angel and Cordy having some hot and steamy scenes.

"Thanks Daddy" she said wrapping her arms around her father and squeezing him tightly "You're the best! Can we have popcorn? We want to try to watch as much of season one as we can today and that calls for snacks. Lots and lots of snacks" she said, smiling sweetly.

Booth felt slightly manipulated, just for a moment, then smiled "OK sure! You want buttered or caramel? And what about some grilled cheese?"

"Buttered. Grilled cheese?" Christine turned and asked her friends, who both nodded enthusiastically.

"That would be a yes! Thanks Daddy. And can we have some soda's too? We've got a lot of episodes to watch." Christine grinned at her father, knowing that he couldn't say no to her very often.

"Coming right up!" Booth grinned back at her.

Christine turned and pressed the volume button, bringing up the sound.

Angel was telling that pretty girl something about a demon curse.

I really like that black sweater with the jacket over it he thought, leaving the girls to watch their show.