A/N: I'm back with a short oneshot that just wouldn't get out of my head for some reason. I haven't written anything in english in a while so I'm a little rusty. Hope you enjoy:-)

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A voice echoes from the floor under. A deep, manly voice. A security guard, no doubt. I pretend to be asleep when another one passes in front of my cell, flashing his flashlight into the small square that is now my home. He circles it twice before walking away. I release the breath I had been holding.

I'm not sure what time it is. I don't know how long it's been since my kids and grandchildren have left and I have been back in here, on this cold, hard bed. All I know is that I am not tired and I wish I could go out in the yard to walk a bit to think, to relive this most magical Christmas I have had in years. To have both my children with me, at the same time, hearing children's laughter again brought back so many memories. Memories spent with my wife and family, Tempe giggling at funny faces Russ would be doing, Christine just staring down at them, love showing in their eyes. We all make mistakes. Mine was leaving my children behind.

I'm surprised they both grew up to be real good people, making their way through life bravely. I am proud of both of them. I'm a little disappointed Russ decided to follow, subconsciously, in my footsteps. Having him in the same prison as mine is difficult but it'll toughen him up. He was never the toughest of my two children. Tempe, on the other hand... I was never able to defend myself against her. I was a softie, I caved in all the time with her unlike her mother who could take her on. They are so much alike and I see so much of my wife when I look at my daughter.

I'm glad she finally found someone who would love her like she deserves. She might not know it yet but I see it when I look at them. I can hear it in her voice when she talks to him. I can see the look he gets in his eyes when he looks at her. What he did tonight for us, for her, just shows how much he cares about her. They are more than just partners. They are friends.

They spoke for a few more minutes after he lit up the tree. I sat down on the couch and one of Russ' stepdaughters came up to me and took a seat beside me. She was looking at Temperance with amusement.

"Is Booth Tempe's boyfriend?" she asked me, her eyes turning to me.

I couldn't help but chuckle.

"What makes you say that?" I replied.

Her gaze went back to my daughter.

"Because she's smiling."

I followed the young girl's gaze and stared up. She was still at the window, staring outside to where Booth was standing with his son, a smile plastered on her delicate features. I could almost say that she looked happy. My eyes met Russ's and I could tell he was thinking the same thing. We both smiled comprehensively at each other.

They talked for a few more minutes and then I watched her hang up. She turned around and I saw that her eyes were wet. She sat down beside me. Her eyes stared at the brown wall ahead but her mind seemed to be miles from our trailer.

"That was pretty nice of Booth, huh?" I said.

She simply nodded and I wondered if she had even heard what I said.

I'll never forget this day. My trial will soon begin and I know that means that rough times are coming for me, for us a family. I know it implies that Booth will have to testify against me, I know other people in my daughter's entourage will have to as well. But I know thinking about tonight will help me get through it. There is no way I'll be getting out of prison now that I've been caught. The death penalty seems to hang above my head like a dagger. I know one thing: whatever happens to me, Tempe will be in good hands. I saw it tonight. The look in Booth's eyes reminded me of my own, as I stared at Christine. He'll be there for her. And that's more than enough for me.

Maybe not all cops are bad...