Title: Never Too Old

Author: SplishySplash, Ihave207Bones

Pairing: B/B

Episode: None so far

Rating: T

Summary: Its Brennan's birthday and the Squint Squad throw her a little party.

Authors Note: This story is written backwards, just so you are on the same page as me.

The early morning light shown through the drapes lighting figures that slept peacefully on the couch. Her head rested on his shoulder and his legs were tangled with in her own, holding her from falling off the couch and they were surrounded by remnants of a party that had long ago ended.

A loud knocking on the door awoke the occupants.

They both groaned as she buried her face into his shoulder and he buried is face into her hair, but stayed stationary. A key slid into the lock and the door swung open, loud footsteps resonating through the apartment followed by a chuckle. The door was slammed shut and the pair jumped, falling in a tangled heap onto the floor with a loud thud. "Ow!" They cried as their foreheads met each other.

"Aren't you both a little old to be drinking irresponsibly?" Asked the voice, rustling around the kitchen and throwing bottles into the recycling bin with a loud, painful clink.

"Max?" Booth asked and Brennan didn't move. "What are you doing here at. . ." He lifted his wrist up to look at his watch and groaned at how late it was. "Eleven thirty?"

"I came to take my daughter to lunch for her birthday, but seeing as she hasn't responded yet I might have to come back." Max said amusement laced in his voice.

Brennan laid her head on the floor and her hair sprayed out around her head as Max's head peeked over the couch. She blinked her eyes a couple of times before she was able to focus on her father. "Hi dad." She grumbled gaining a chuckle from Booth who rolled his head to look at her.

"I take it that you're not in the mood to go to lunch? Aren't you both a little old for drinking games?" Max asked loudly, walking around the couch and a crunch echoed through the empty apartment. "What's with all the ping pong balls?"

Both of them groaned as Max reached over them, gathering the rows of shot glasses and paper cups. "You're never too old for drinking games." Booth said slowly, his eyes still closed and his head resting on his arm.

"Obviously you are if you are this hung over." Max said, walking back to the kitchen and putting the glasses in the sink. "I'm just grateful that the both of you are not naked."

Was about to argue, but it came out as another groan. "Age has nothing to do with how much alcohol consumption your body can handle." She said, her arm covering her eyes from the light.

"Whatever you say, Sweetheart." Max said cleaning the mess from behind the couch where they couldn't see what he was doing. "I'm not the one laying on the floor with a coworker."

She rolled her head towards Booth and frowned. "I don't remember drinking that much." She said, lifting her head up slightly. "But then again I don't remember a lot of things from last night."

Max laughed loudly and stood over them. "Do you think you'll be up for dinner?" He asked, reaching for the throw and placing it over them. She nodded, losing all energy to speak and closed her eyes tightly. "You're welcome to join us, Booth. In fact, I'm not giving you a choice."

He gave the man a thumb up with his free hand and rolled to his side, wrapping an arm around the woman. "Do you want to meet at the Hyperion at seven?" Max asked.

Brennan's eyes fluttered open again. "Isn't that a little pricey, dad?" She asked.

"Only the champagne and wine selection, other than that it's just an excuse to get dressed up." Max answered, before walking to the door. "I'll see you both a seven."

Booth opened his eyes again. "I don't think I want to drink ever again."

"I concur." Brennan said closing her eyes.

There was a moment of silence before Booth spoke up again. "Hey Bones?" He asked with his eyes closed.

"Yeah?" She asked, burying her face into his shoulder.

"Happy Birthday." He said weakly.