My name is Christine "Chrissy" Angela Booth. I am sixteen years old. I'm the daughter of the best forensic anthropologist in the world, Dr. Temperance Brennan, [according to her that is] and the Assistant Deputy Director of the FBI, who use to be known as Special Agent Seeley Booth. I was conceived out of seven years of lust, longing and desire. People find it weird when I say that, but it's the truth.

My mother and father denied their feelings not only to themselves but to others for years. The funny thing is no one exactly believed them, so it was probably all for nothing.

I am the second oldest out of six children that my father has. See before my father and mother ever met, my father was with a woman named Rebecca. Rebecca had my oldest brother Parker, who is now twenty-five years old. Parker is like six feet, super curly long blonde hair, and all of the girls love him. Parks went to my high school before I got there so everyone knows me as Big Park B.'s little sister, otherwise known as off-limits. He was like Mr. Homeroom superstar of our renowned baseball team.

I mean, I'm not ugly. I know I'm hot. I have a lot of confidence and the way boys drool after me gives me a clue. Parker told me as much too, said he said to protect me because "no guy was going to touch his smoking-hot sister." I actually kind of laughed. I really think it's the crystal ball blue eyes I have, which I inherited from my mother. Hint of gray in them, like looking into a clear blue sky when the thunder clouds begin to roll in. I've got long curly brunette locks down my back and I'm actually very tall for girl, 5'8. My dad is tall, so is my mom. Everyone says I'm the girl version of Seeley Booth.

My twin brothers come after me. They're fifth-teen. They were a bigger surprise than I was, but I was a possibility. They didn't use protection. Their names are Zachary "Zach" Hank Booth and Vincent "Russy" Russell Booth. Vincent is really tall and lean with this spiky brunette hair. Zach is muscular and tall, on the wrestling team. Vincent and Zach are identical twins and they look just like my dad. They have my mother's eyes also.

Next in line after the twins is my baby sister, Patience "Shrimp" Caroline Booth who's thirteen. She is the spitting image of my mother except for her eyes. I don't know what it's called but they change colors. Her eyes are naturally green with hints of blue and brown in them. When certain lights hit Patience's eyes, they either become crystal blue like my mom's or chocolate brown like my dad's. Patience got the unique gene.

Finally is the baby boy, Thomas Max "Tommy" Booth who's eleven. Tommy is the boy version of my mother, sometimes people thinks he's my Uncle Russ' child. The only thing different is that he got my father's eyes. Everyone knows it; he's got the Booth Charm with those eyes. Tommy learned how to con everyone to his will when he was a baby.

My parents could be what we consider to be described as … weird. They are complete opposites. Rational, romantic, Catholic, atheist, intellect, emotion. Two people who you would never put in a room together yet they are perfect for one another. What also makes them weird is that they just got married, when I was thirteen. I kind of think it was my fault. I had a conversation with my mom one day while taking a break from playing tennis on the Wii.

Flashback

"Mom, when did you know you were in love with Dad?"

My mother looked at me like I just shot her. I could tell I had surprised her. She wasn't usually one to be taken by surprises. She was usually ready with a reply for everything. She sat next to me on the tan leather couch, looking perplexed.

"… Is there a reason you wish to know this Christine?"

My mother only used my full name when she was scolding me or very serious.

"Curiosity."

I bet no one had ever asked her this question. Everyone has probably asked did she love him, not when she finally realized it.

"Alright. I'm going to tell you everything, but just because you asked."

I nodded my head. I was only a thirteen year old curious girl. I was not prepared for what she was going to say.

"I realized I had more than friendship feelings with Booth when I was trapped underground, buried alive by the gravedigger. Your father and I had been partners two years."

"Yea, but when did you realize you were in love with Daddy?" I asked curiously.

My mother was looking even more perplexed by the question. I could see my intelligent mind was far more than she gave me credit for.

"I don't understand."

"Mom, I mean like when did you realize you couldn't live another day without Dad. I mean like you needed him in your life. Feelings for someone and being in love with them are two different things."

"Well then when he got shot."

"Which time?"

My mom laughed. Obviously, she was realizing I was more observant than she had observed.

"When we were working on a case, a woman who had stalked the victim became attached to your father. She had tried to shoot me when we were all out a karaoke bar but your father took the bullet. He was undercover on a mission and everyone had to believe he was dead. I thought he was gone forever."

"Wow. So if you love Dad, why aren't you married?"

"Excuse me?"

"Mom, it's just a question. I know how you feel about marriage, everyone does. It took you almost seven years to give in temptation and here I am. I guess I'm just wondering why you haven't married Dad. I mean you basically have six kids with him because Parker sees you as a second mom. You've been together fourteen years and if you count the years you two denied one another, which everyone does, you've been together almost twenty-one years. That's a long time. Sometimes … I don't know. Sometimes, I just feel like you want an easy escape. If you feel like running, you could without any of the paperwork and putting us through a divorce."

My mom looked at me like I had just sworn at her and threw holy water on her.

"Not Chrissy. That's not the case at all. Listen," My mom grabbed my chin and forced me to look into her eyes, "I love your father. He's the only man I'll ever love or that I ever have loved. I'm going to spend the rest of my life with him. Never doubt that."

I nodded at my mom smiling. It wasn't like I didn't believe her. I did.

Flashback over

A week later, my mom was sporting a very large diamond ring on her left hand. Three weeks later, my parents were married. I've never felt guilty about that conversation, especially when I ran into my dad's ex, Hannah. I almost wasn't born thanks to her, so I have a general hostility toward blondes. Their hair irritates me and forces me to sneeze. I was fifth-teen at the time, just finishing my freshman year of high school. I was dressed in basketball shorts and a black camisole with my guitar strapped across my back. I remember the day like yesterday. My dad and I had gone into a Wal-Mart to go shopping. I needed … feminine products and my brothers were busy breaking things as usual.

Flashback

"Seeley?" a voice said as I was coming into the aisle to find my dad.

"Hannah?"

"Hi." The voice said, obviously smiling through their teeth.

"Hey dad, I got two packs. I don't want embarrassed for buying me tampons really so-"

I stopped dead in my tracks next to my father after seeing the blonde girl. I had on sunglasses but I could spot a blonde from three miles away, I call it slut sensor.

"Hannah, this is my daughter Christine. Chrissy, this is Hannah-"

"The ex, Hannah?" I asked, and she looks taken back by my honesty.

One of the traits picked up by my mother. Sometimes, I love it.

"Yes, your father and I did date."

"Nice to meet you. Everyone has told me a lot about you."

"Everyone?"

"Sweets, Angela, and well the list goes on."

"Still partnered with the Jeffersonian?"

"Not technically."

"Dad got a promotion when I was like twelve. Not a field agent anymore." I said.

I can see my father throwing me looks. I'm friendly, what can I say? I'm starting to think Desert Barbie has no clue who my mother is. Hell, she'd probably piss her pants. Vince would say I'm being overly honest with her. There's no such thing as too much honesty.

"Sounds great Seeley."

"Not trying to sound rude or anything, but why are you calling him Seeley?"

"That's his name." Hannah said like I didn't know my father's own name.

"Yea, I know. It's just that everyone knows he hates that name. With a passion."

Hannah smiles, a weird smile, probably picking up the vibe that I can't stand her. Could I make it more painfully obvious?

"So are you still into overseas journalism?" I asked her.

"No. I've been back a couple of years now."

"Interesting. I like journalism too."

"Thinking about becoming a reporter?"

"Hell no!", Hannah looks taken back by my bold exclamation, "I like real journalism. Like pen and paper. More along like books. Not news. The news is the same, somebody got blown up or shot, or whose cheating on his wife this week."

Hannah laughs as my Dad nudges me in the back.

"She reminds me of someone." Hannah says smiling.

"Probably my mother." I say.

My dad was about to tell me off as my phone starts to ring loudly.

"Sorry." I said to them.

"Booth." I say into the phone.

I've always liked answering the phone with my last name since I was little. Watching my mom and dad do it is super exciting. I get chills. Hannah and my dad continue talking.

"Christine, are you with your father yet?"

"Oh yea, I am. Hey mom. Yea, we just ran into an old friend of his. What do you need?"

"Tell Booth to pick up some more screws. Zach and Vincent broke the screen door again."

My dad is going to put my brother's in a sling. They've broken that door a total of seven times now.

"Alright Mama. Will do. Bye."

"Bye."

I hang up.

"Dad, we need more screws."

My dad shakes his head, his anger becoming obvious.

"I am going to get both of them."

"It's cool Dad. We'll pretend like we have no idea when we go home. Sniper attack, you know?"

Hannah is looking at my guitar.

"Acoustic. I'm the only normal kid besides Parker. I play drums, acoustic and piano."

"How is Parker?"

"Really tall. He's twenty-four now." I told her.

"So you're the normal kid?"

"Yea, the other four are weirdos. They like science and crime and stuff. My little sister is twelve and she's convinced she's going to be the next Seeley Booth. Death just gives me the creeps you know? I mean, I've been to the Jeffersonian more time than I count but the site of bones on a table freaks me out. I'm normal. I want to gag; my sister just takes it all in. Creep. Then my younger twins brothers, they're fourteen, one wants to be a gynecologist and the other wants to be a marine biologist. Weird. Then the baby Tommy, he's ten. Tommy wants to be a chemist, like some kind of mad scientist. Weird right?"

Hannah laughs at me suddenly looking at my neck.

"Interesting necklace."

Hannah looks at my neck, studying it. I hold the gold chain up for her to see. It's a golden bone, no pun intended, with a gun crossing it to make an x in the back. Christine is engraved on it.

"Yea, I got it for my birthday. It's what I'm made of guns and bones."

Hannah looks at me weird; she definitely doesn't know who my mother is.

"Guns and bones?"

"Yea, you see I'm the product of seven years of angst and desire. People find it weird that I say that, but I think it's normal." I say laughing.

I can see my father tensing up, come on. The chick had to find out eventually. I lift up my glasses and she stares at my eyes. I turn around.

"I got a tattoo of it for my birthday too. Got me grounded for a month. See?"

My tattoo is a larger version of my necklace but instead of Christine on the bone, it says Bones & Booth forever.

"Tribute to my parents. You would think they'd appreciate it."

Hannah's eyes are bucking from her face when I turn around.

"How old are you?"

"Fifth-teen, but I act twenty-one."

"Temperance is your mother?"

"Yea, you know her. Temperance Brennan, my dad's partner. You most likely met her while you two briefly dated."

My dad's phone rings saving him from a very uncomfortable conversation.

"Booth."

I smile at Hannah who just seems to be taking it all in.

"When's your birthday?"

"Hannah, you're going to be shocked anyway. I know the details of your invasion with my parents twisted love affair. I'm cool with it. My birthday is December 31st, I could have been a New Year's baby but I'm impatient."

"Chrissy, it's time to go. Angela and your mom are going out; I don't want Zach and Vincent demolishing my house."

"Understandable. Well it was nice to have met you Hannah." Lie, total lie.

"Yea, you too."

"Nice seeing you again Hannah." My dad said, even though I was confident he was lying. I mean, come on.

Flashback over

I never really got my dad's fascination with blondes. Vincent has the same thing, so I know I won't like any of his girlfriends. Weird. I actually liked Hannah a little bit; it's probably because I rubbed my dad and mom in her face. My best friend Brittney would say that I was being a bitch. Brittney's just like that you know. I have two best friends, Brittney McCall and Morgan Reynolds. Brittney is half Russian and half black, and she loves to point out how both sides of her family are insane. I think it's funny. Morgan is half Guatemalan and half black. Morgan is the calm one of our group, normally keeping Brittney and me from getting into fights with the other girls at school. Together we're the terrible trio. Occasionally we add Catherine Hodgins, Angela and Hodgins' daughter who's a freshman like my twin brothers. Cathy tags a long when we all go out or when she's not in trouble for blowing something up at her house. I never got the fascination with science even though I love school. I love my life. It's like the perfect reality TV show.