Booth and Brennan sat on their pool lounges and watched their five year old daughter Christine playing in the kiddy pool at their beachside hotel. "Bones, I cannot tell you how much I'm enjoying being here. Like, really. Look around. It's fantastic here! The pool, the sun, the drinks! Thank you!" he added as a waiter offered him a cocktail from a cart. "I mean, look at this place! I told you Australia was the perfect place for our vacation" Brennan smiled behind her book. She loved seeing him so happy, relaxed, perhaps a little too loosened up by his third, or was that his fourth, cocktail? "I admit it. You were right"

Booth sat up straight, spilling his drink in the process "What? What did you just say?" he asked excitedly. Brennan smiled wider, yes, definitely his fourth "Nothing. I just agreed that it was a good idea" she said. He flopped back down onto his lounge, spilling a bit more of his drink, but not noticing. The straw finding its way onto the floor as he took a large draught of the bright pink, fruity drink he had become so fond of since arriving. "You wanna drink honsey?" he asked absently. Brennan smirked at his increasingly messy vocabulary. "No thanks. I have my water. I'm fine for now." She looked up and watched Christine lying on her back kicking her feet in the shallows of the pool.

"I think Christine has had enough sun for now. I'm going to go get her and take her back to the room for a bath. Are you coming?" she asked Booth. Who responded with a unintelligible mumble and she realised he had nodded off to sleep. His glass in his hand, the contents now in a puddle between his legs as he had let it tip over on its side. She smiled as she gently pulled the glass from his hand, adjusted the umbrella over him so that he would remain in its shade and went to collect Christine.

She was lying on the couch reading a book. Christine was curled up on the floor on a large cushion sleeping when the door was flung open. Booth hesitated in the doorway, holding onto it to steady himself. The sun combined with the abundance of alcohol he had consumed had taken their toll and he admitted he was a little drunk right now. He held his finger up to this mouth and hissed shhhh and tried unsuccessfully to tiptoe into the room. Brennan glanced up and him and pursed her lips. A rather large stain evident on the crotch of his board shorts where his drink had spilled. He winked at her with a sloppy smirk, and continued into the bedroom where she heard him flop, particularly loudly onto the bed. Snoring quickly ensued. She walked over to the door and pulled the door closed.

Their plans for dinner out by the pool clearly shelved right now, considering his condition. But then again, they had been working hard lately. Booth had closed some particularly nasty cold cases recently and he was emotionally and mentally spent. So he had a few too many drinks on their first day in paradise. She could understand him wanting to relax, although it would have been nice to go out on their first night here. Never mind, she thought, we have a month here. Plenty of nights to eat out. Plus Christine is exhausted after the long flight, she acknowledged to herself, looking over at her sleeping daughter. She picked up the room service menu and grabbed the phone and dialled the number.

Brennan answered the knock on their door and smiled at the waiter with their tray of food. "You're order Madam" he nodded to her. She opened the door and stepped to the side as the young man walked past her and deposited the tray on the dining table. She signed the tab and thanked him as she closed the door behind him. The smells emanating from the cloche made her mouth water. She looked at the clock. 6:00pm Quite early for dinner under normal circumstances. But after arriving here this morning, and spending an afternoon by the pool in the sun, she was tired and hungry. "Christine. Baby. Wake up honey. We have dinner!" she gently patted Christine's arm.

The little girl opened her eyes and stared at her mother blankly. Then looked around the room, not quite sure where she was for a moment. She blinked and then grinned "We're on holiday!" she squealed as she remembered. Brennan laughed and held her hands as she pulled her to her feet. "We are! And a nice man just brought us dinner". Christine clapped her hands and glanced around. "Where's Daddy?" she asked, just a little worried. Brennan led her over to the table "Daddy is very tired. He's already gone to bed. We'll put something in the refrigerator for him to eat when he wakes up."

She pushed Christine's chair closer to the table, brushed her hair back away from her face, tucking it behind her ears, then lifted the lids from the platters of food. There was crumbed chicken, steamed barramundi, fresh shrimp (or prawns as the Aussies called them), a large bowl of crisp salad, fresh tomatoes, cucumbers and avocados tossed in a lemon myrtle dressing. Brennan licked her lips it all looked and smelled delicious. She served Christine some chicken and salad and gave her a little fish and prawns to try, and sat down to eat.

The door to the bedroom suddenly opened. A rather dishevelled Booth leaned against the doorframe. His face bright red. "Bones?" he croaked. "I don't feel so good". She put down her fork and stared at him, trying not to laugh out loud. Clearly she hadn't placed the umbrella in the right position, for he was terribly sunburned. She felt a little sorry, but brushed that off. After all, if he hadn't drunk so much, he wouldn't be in this position right now. And he did look very funny. She pulled her phone from her pocket and held it up and snapped several very unattractive shots of him. Just for later she thought to herself with a grin.

Christine looked at her father, her mouth hanging open. She had never seen him look so terrible. "Daddy! Why is your face so red? Did you wet your pants?" she asked him, pointing at his shorts. Booth turned his attention to his daughter with a frown "What do you mean?" He glanced down and his face reddened even deeper under the sunburn as he saw the dark patch on his shorts. "What? No! What is that?" he mumbled as he headed for the bathroom. Twenty minutes passed before he sheepishly returned to the living room, showered and slightly tidier than he was before. "Guess I overdid it a little, huh?" he said to Brennan as he sat down at the table. He poured himself a large glass of ice water and popped the two pain killers into his mouth that she had placed in front of his plate, and washed them down. He refilled his glass with the cold water and drank that as well.

Christine sat with her chin in her hand watching her father. "Your face is so red!" she said. He looked over at her and gingerly fingered his forehead and cheek. The familiar sting of sunburn reminding him that he had fallen asleep outside. "It is honey. And it's not a good thing. Daddy didn't put his sun block on and now I'm all burned. So. You better put on your sun block every day so you don't look like me, OK?" he tried to turn it into a lesson, dismally. Christine simply laughed "You look so funny" and returned to her chicken.

He turned and stared at his plate which Brennan had filled with fish and salad. "Eat" she said. He gave her a doleful look, but she resisted the urge to smile at him. "Eat. I know you feel sick. But you need to eat a little something. Booth, really. You should have known better. Drinking so much when you were clearly jet lagged. I told you to drink the water, but no. You were on holidays and water was for shmucks, I believe was the term you used. Well, who's the shmuck now?" she asked him smugly as she forked tomato and avocado into her mouth and smiled as she chewed.

He hung his head and forked a small portion of barramundi into his mouth and chewed delicately. "This is pretty good" he said perking up a bit. He decided that he really didn't feel that bad any more, and began to eat. "Slowly Booth, or you'll be" Her sentence was cut off by him jumping up from the table and bolting for the bathroom. Brennan sighed I tried to tell him. But no. she thought to herself as she finished her salad. Booth appeared at the door of the bathroom and simply pointed to the bedroom and went back to bed.

"Shmuck" she murmured to herself laughing.