A/N - This is just a little something that wanted to be written following tonight's episode.

Disclaimer - I don't own Bones.

"Uncle Sweets and Daisy are taking me to the park today..."

His daughter's voice replayed in his head over and over. So young and so innocent. He'd given hundreds of death notifications in his time but never to his own daughter. Never for somebody he loved like he'd loved Sweets. He may have always given him a hard time but he loved the kid like a brother. Hell, he probably loved him more than his own brother.

Booth watched while confusion crossed his young daughter's face as Brennan ushered her over to him. "Come here, Honey," she said, trying to keep herself together and begging Booth with her eyes to help her through this.

"Hey," he said to Christine softly. He bit his lip as he tried to come up with the right words.

Christine noticed her parents' odd behavior and clutched her dress more furiously. It made her nervous.

"Daddy?"

Booth took his daughter's hands in his own, her dress falling back into place. Looking into her eyes with his own tearful ones, he took a deep breath and said, "Baby, Uncle Sweets isn't going to be able to take you to the park." He clenched his jaw to keep it from trembling. How was he supposed to tell his barely four year old that her Uncle Sweets was dead.

She didn't understand why yet, but feeding off of her parents emotions, Christine started crying silently. She'd never seen them so sad, and it made her sad too. She waited for them to continue.

Brennan's teary gaze met her husband's and saw that he was having trouble continuing. She crouched next to him and faced their daughter. "Christine, yesterday there was an accident, and Uncle Sweets had to go away."

"Where did he go?" She asked, brows furrowed.

Booth glanced at Brennan before explaining, "He went to heaven." His voice cracked on the last word.

Christine didn't completely understand, but she knew enough to know that when somebody went to heaven, they couldn't come back.

After that Christine had started crying harder, falling into her parent's arms. They held on tight as she sobbed, and eventually Booth stood, taking the girl with him in his arms and walking around the room, offering soothing words, rubbing her back. It had always worked when she'd been a baby and he hoped in would offer the girl some form of comfort now. Eventually, Booth wasn't sure how long it had been, Christine cried herself to sleep on his shoulder.

Emotionally drained himself he'd headed for the recliner, to rest his eyes for a moment.

Brennan, meanwhile as Booth was comforting their daughter, began the task of preparing lunch. Christine would no doubt be hungry after expending so much energy on crying.

She found them in the recliner a half hour later, both sleeping, and both of their eyes puffy from crying. Brennan was sure that if she looked in a mirror her eyes would look the same. Abandoning the meal she'd prepared on the counter, she slowly sat on the arm of the chair, slipping her arm around Booth's shoulders, gently waking him.

"Hey," she whispered.

"Hey," he replied, leaning his head back against her. "I didn't mean to fall asleep."

"It's okay. we're all wore out, it's been a long couple of days."

"They're not over yet," he reminded her. "We have to find out who did this, we have to get to the bottom of this conspiracy. For Sweets," he whispered the last part, emotion finding its way back into his voice. "He didn't deserve this."

"No. He didn't deserve this at all."

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