The other day, someone mentioned that if we get a season 9 we may get to see Christine walking. This story popped into my head.

I don't own Bones.

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Brennan had been having a bad day, a very bad day. She normally didn't allow the antics of her interns to upset her; but, her newest intern performed an experiment with Hodgins and like most of Hodgins' experiments, this one had caused a certain amount of mayhem. The fact that Finn had allowed one of Hodgins skinks to escape his lab had been bad enough; but, the fact that Cam and Fisher were both afraid of skinks didn't help the situation.

Cam's threats and Fisher's screams had been very distracting and extremely annoying. So much so that Brennan retreated to 'bones storage'.

When Booth had dropped by the Lab for lunch and had seen the pandemonium he had found the whole thing very amusing until the fugitive skink had dropped on him as he walked around the platform. Booth had tripped when the skink had landed on his shoulder causing him to fall to the floor, landing on his back with the breath knocked out of him. Gasping for breath, Booth had grabbed the skink as it slid down his body and he held on to it tightly.

Once his breath had returned to him, Booth had carefully stood up and carried the skink to Hodgins' office. Thrusting the reptile at Hodgins, Booth had given Hodgins looks that made Hodgins' bladder want to empty. Luckily, Hodgins had managed to maintain some control and as soon as Booth had walked out of his office, Hodgins had run to the restroom.

Limping over to Brennan's office and not seeing her, Booth had angrily slapped the doorway and left. Daisy, witnessing Booth's reaction to the skink and then his departure after finding Brennan's office empty had rushed down to 'bones storage' to let Brennan know what had happened.

Brennan appalled by the events had taken her phone out of her lab coat and called Booth.

"Booth."

"Booth, why did you leave?"

"Aw that place is nuts besides I figured you were busy; so, I left."

"Booth, did you want to go to lunch with me?"

"Yeah; but, that's ok. I'm not really hungry and I just got a call from Charlie telling me that Cullen is on the warpath about something. I'll see you tonight, love you . . . got to go."

Hearing the call end, Brennan sighed.

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Arriving home, Brennan had found Booth in the kitchen making spaghetti. Looking up, Booth had smiled, "Hey, we're having spaghetti tonight." Looking back down at his cutting board, Booth continued to slice Italian tomatoes.

Biting her lip, Brennan carried Christine into the living room and put her in the playpen. Walking back into the kitchen, Brennan walked over to the island and stood near Booth, "May I help?"

Nodding, Booth handed her a block of parmesan and the cheese grater. Not sure if Booth was angry about the skink episode at the Lab, Brennan grated her cheese and commented, "Daisy told me that the skink dropped on you and then you fell."

Nodding his head, Booth replied, "Yeah, no big deal." Turning, Booth limped over to the stove and checked his sautéing onions.

Concerned, Brennan asked, "Booth, why are you limping?"

Smiling, Booth replied, "It's nothing. I just bruised myself when I fell. A hot shower will take care of it tonight."

"Would you like me to look at it?"

Shaking his head, Booth carried his tomatoes over to the pot and dumped them in with his onions, limping back to his cutting board, "Nope, I'm fine."

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As soon as dinner had been eaten, Booth had disappeared. After loading the dishwasher and bathing Christine, Brennan carried her very sleepy daughter upstairs and placed her in her bed. Seeing her daughter quickly fall asleep, Brennan walked down the hallway to the main bedroom. Noticing the bathroom door closed, Brennan tried to turn the door knob only to find the door locked. Since Booth never locked the door, Brennan became concerned.

Raising her voice, Brennan called out, "Booth, why is the door locked?"

After a minute of silence, Brennan heard, "Yeah, it's ok. I must have locked it by accident. I'm taking a bath."

Shaking her head, Brennan went back downstairs to turn off the lights and to make sure that the doors were locked and the windows were closed and locked.

Arriving back in their bedroom, Brennan found Booth in bed with his eyes closed. Staring at Booth, Brennan walked over to the bed and sat down beside Booth.

"I know you're awake."

Opening one eye, Booth responded, "Well, I am now."

"Booth, turn over and let me look at your bruise."

Shaking his head, Booth opened the other eye, "Nope."

Exhaling her breath in frustration, Brennan asked, "Why? I don't understand why?"

Calmly, Booth replied, "I have my reasons Bones. Just let it go. It's a bruise and that's all it is."

Worried, Brennan placed her hand on Booth's chest, "Booth please let me look at it."

Sighing, Booth shook his head and turned over. "I didn't want you to see it because I knew it was going to upset you. Now all I've done is upset you anyways. Bones, I can't win with you."

Pulling up his shirt, Brennan didn't notice anything unusual. Pulling his boxers down, Brennan found a very dark purple bruise. "This bruise must be painful."

Reaching down and pulling his boxers back up, Booth gingerly turned over, "Yeah, it is."

Staring at Booth, Brennan sighed, "Booth, I'm sorry you were hurt at the Lab. I will try to get Hodgins to be more careful in the future."

Reaching up, Booth cupped Brennan's face, "Bones, it was just a dumb accident. The bruise is just a bruise. I didn't want to make a big deal about it to give you peace of mind; but, really you're stubbornness gets in the way when I try to do stuff like that. I don't want you to worry about every little bump and scrape. Hell, I've been blown up by a damn refrigerator. Falling on my ass is nothing. You have to relax. What are you going to do when Christine starts to walk and she starts getting bumps and bruises?"

Smiling sadly, Brennan replied, "I will fall back upon on my experience with your injuries."

Laughing, Booth pulled Brennan down and kissed her, "Smart ass."

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She does worry about him just like he worries about her. So what do you think about this little story?