"Bones! Let's go!" Booth yelled impatiently from the bottom floor of their home.
"Booth! Booth! Come here, quick Booth!" Brennan yelled excitedly from the upstairs level.
"What Bones? What's wrong!?" He yelled as he ran up the stairs, as he entered the room their daughter, Christine, was walking wobbly from a chair to her mother.
"Look Booth! She's walking! She is well advanced for her age, she is not expected to walk for another two months!"
"Yeah, yeah, she is very advanced! Christine, walk to daddy! Come to daddy!"
"Wait Booth, stall her while I get the video camera!" Brennan said as she ran out the room.
"Stall her? How am I supposed to stall her? Bones? Bones?" Booth replied. "Okay Christine, keep walking to daddy, don't fall down, keeeeeep comin!" Booth said desperately as he backed away whenever Christine got too close.
"Booth! I found it! Is she still walking!?" Brennan yelled from another room, out of breath.
"Yeah" Booth yelled back. Brennan made it to the door, the camera on and pointed at their child.
"No, no, no, no, no, Christine!" Brennan said desperately as Christine started to loose her balance in what seemed like slow motion, and landed on her behind, laughing.
"Damn it!" Booth sighed "You should've just used the camera on your phone."
"My phone has a video camera? I thought it was just a regular camera." Brennan asked inquisitively.
"Of course it does, Bones. If it was made in the last century it has a video camera."
"I, I don't think that is correct Booth. Is that just an assumption?"
"Yes, of course it is Bones, you know what? We're late, we gotta go" Booth said with an addition of frustration, "and we have to get you to daycare" he said to Christine.
"What've we got, Bones?" Booth chimed, notepad and pen in hand.
"A caucasian male, approximately 25, holding what appears to be a video camera in his right hand with apparent injuries to the...well, everywhere." Brennan said as she bent over the body.
"Okay, so white male, mid twenties, holding a camera." Booth said aloud as he took down notes on his trusty notepad. "Why would he be in a neighborhood like this? This is gang territory."
"Actually Booth, these injuries could be consistent with injuries I have seen on victims of violent gangs" Cam said, now bent over next to Brennan who was still assessing the body.
"Alright, so you think we're looking at a gang related thing? This guy was just in the wrong place at the wrong time?" Booth asked, taking in his surroundings.
"It's too early to tell Booth, you know that." Brennan said to Booth "Get him back to the lab, and be careful!" Brennan ordered at no one in particular.
"Back to the lab we go, you ready Bones?" Booth asked Brennan.
"Yep, let's go" Brennan replied.