A Bones Christmas story for those of you reading fanfic during the holidays. I hope you enjoy it.

A/N: This story takes place in season 10. It is 3 chapters long. I plan to post chapter 2 tomorrow and chapter 3 on Tuesday.

I don't own Bones.

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The Christmas tree was decorated and the lights twinkled in the dimly lit living room. He'd waited until his wife and child were asleep and he'd gone out to the driveway and removed the presents he'd hidden in the floorboard of the backseat of his SUV. Booth had kept them in his office until Christmas Eve to prevent snooping from his very nosey wife and daughter.

The presents now under the tree, Booth studied the scene to make sure it was perfect. He remembered the way his grandmother used to tell him that a joyous tree was needed for a happy holiday indeed. His grandparents loved Christmas and had always decorated the entire house and the front yard to celebrate. Booth had loved the excitement, the bright colors, the music, the food and the love in their house and always planned to keep their spirit alive in his house.

Making sure his daughter and wife were still asleep, he came back into the living room and walked over to the fireplace. The plate of chocolate chip cookies and the glass of milk that his daughter had placed there for Santa was calling his name. Booth picked up the plate and glass and carried it over to the couch where he sat down. Staring at the tree, he ate his cookies and drank his milk and was content. What more could a man ask for?

The sound of something hitting the front window drew his attention and to his surprise found that it was snowing outside. Excited, he placed the empty plate and glass on the coffee table and walked over to the window and watched the snow swirling to the ground. Leaning against the side wall next to the window, he smiled at the sight of snow sticking to everything outside. It wasn't often that they got a white Christmas and when they did he always felt it was a gift from God. The snow covered the dead grass and layered on the bare branches of the trees and bushes making them beautiful to behold.

Booth planned to build a snowman with his family in the morning after presents were open. He also wanted to build a snow fort and have a snow ball fight with his wife. She had a pretty accurate arm and it was a tossup who would win. He loved that she was willing to play with him. He loved games and to have a family that loved to play games with him was like a dream come true.

The snow coming down harder, Booth watched as it swirled faster, beating the window harder. Surprised to see his gentle snow fall turn more ominous, he noticed that the wind had picked up and the snow was accumulating at a rapid pace. Worried, he turned on the TV in time to catch a broadcaster talking of the blizzard that was now striking the DC area. Not sure why he hadn't known about its impending arrival or why his wife hadn't mentioned it, Booth heard the weather forecaster predict a possible accumulation of two feet of snow and realized that it was a real possibility that they would be snowed in.

Moving away from the window, he moved over to the kitchen, opened cabinets and the fridge and checked to see if they had an adequate supply of food if they were snowed in for more than a few days. After checking Booth laughed at the absurdity of his search. His fridge and cabinets were filled with the food he planned to use to make his Christmas dinner. His wife had fussed at his excessive shopping but hey, Christmas didn't happen every day and he wanted to make sure they had plenty of food just in case someone dropped by. You never knew who might come for a visit on Christmas day and he wanted to make sure he had plenty. No one would ever go hungry from his house. His grandfather had raised him to be a generous man and he never forgot there were those out there who didn't have a family to spend the holidays with. If one of his bachelor friends showed up at his door, that person would be made welcome.

The lights flickering, Booth realized that they were about to lose their power. Standing in the kitchen, he waited to see what would happen and sure enough, the room was suddenly plunged into darkness. Disappointed that the lights were no longer glowing on his tree, Booth decided that he belonged in bed. Carefully moving down the hallway, he kept his hand on the wall until he reached his bedroom door. Moving slowly he passed his bedroom and made his way down the hallway to his daughter's bedroom. Stopping at her bedroom door, he cautiously opened the door and poked his head into the room. His daughter's gentle snore telling him she was sleeping peacefully, Booth smiled and quietly closed the door.

Moving back down the hallway, he entered his bedroom and made his way in the fairly dark room, his feet cautiously moving across the floor until he found his bed. With his hand on the end of the bed, he moved around to his side of the bed, sat down, removed his house slippers and laid down next to his still sleeping wife. The snow pelting his bedroom windows, Booth soon fell asleep, knowing that his little girl would probably wake him in a few short hours.

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He was cold and he was in pain. He wasn't sure what was going on, but he knew something was wrong. Slowly opening his eyes, he saw an odd sight. The windshield of his truck was cracked and it appeared that the front of his truck was covered in tree branches. Confused, he felt a stabbing pain on the side of his head. His hand cautiously feeling his skull, Booth felt a tacky wetness adhering to his fingers. Moving his hand so that he could look at it, he saw bright red blood covering his fingers and he knew he was in trouble.

The sight of the blood on his hand mesmerized him and he lost track of a short period of time. He'd faded out and Booth realized that he might have a concussion. He was certain his skull wasn't fractured, but then again what did he know? He was just a cop, a good cop he knew, but not a doctor. Speaking of doctors, Booth slowly turned his head and found the seat next to him empty. Worried, he tried to remember if his partner was supposed to be with him or not. His mind a jumble, he decided that he must have been alone when whatever happened had happened.

Patting his jacket pockets, he found his phone and turned it on. He forced his eyes to focus on the screen and found that he had no bars. Cursing his luck, he placed the phone back in his pocket. The pain in his head making it difficult to think, Booth leaned his head in this hands and moaned. He knew that he needed to do something, but he wasn't sure what it was he was supposed to do.

Maybe this is a nightmare. Maybe I'm home in bed. Yeah, maybe I should just close my eyes and wait. I'm home in bed. I shouldn't have eaten all those damn cookies. Maybe the next time . . . maybe the next time . . . unable to focus on that thought, Booth closed his eyes and rested.

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Groggy, Booth woke up and turned his bleary gaze around him. Disappointed that he wasn't home in bed, he patted his jacket pocket and searched for his phone again. Surprised to find he had one bar on his phone, he made a phone call. The phone ringing twice, Brennan quickly answered it. "Brennan."

His speech slurred, Booth tried to focus on his call, "I need you, Bones . . . I don't know where I am . . . I thought I was at home . . . in bed dreaming . . . but this isn't a dream . . . I . . ." The call dropping off, he lost his connection. "Great . . . great." Ending his call, he placed the phone back into his pocket and after pushing the deployed airbag down, he opened the truck door, leaned out and threw up. After his stomach was empty, Booth closed the door and leaned back against the seat. Closing his eyes, he fell into a deep sleep.

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