Phoebesanderss prompt: I think maybe you could write Jared Booth meeting Christine, since he hasn't made an appearance in the show for over two seasons!

This sounded like a good story idea.

I don't own Bones.

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Sitting in his man cave, Booth thought he heard a knock on the front door. Standing up, he looked at his baby daughter sleeping in his arms and smiled. Walking carefully to the doorway, Booth stopped and noticed Brennan walking towards the front door. Shrugging his shoulders, he returned back to his recliner. Glancing at his grandfather, Booth noticed that Hank was sleeping. Sitting down slowly, Booth settled his baby daughter in to the crook of his left arm and using the remote, turned the sound down on on his television.

Jared, surprised to see Brennan answer the door, smiled at her in greeting. "Hey, I came to see my niece . . . How you doing Tempe? You doing okay?"

Brennan stepped aside so that Jared could enter the house and assured her brother-in-law. "I'm fine." Pointing at the doorway located across the room, Brennan advised him, "If you wish to see Christine then you'll find her in the man cave. Booth is watching her."

Leaning over and giving Brennan a quick peck on the cheek, Jared complimented her. "You look great Tempe. Seeley's a lucky dog."

Not her favorite person even after all these years, Brennan stepped away from Jared and moved towards the kitchen. "Would you like something to drink?"

Watching her walk away from him, Jared thought about it quickly. "Yeah, tea or coke would be fine . . . Thanks."

After Brennan disappeared into the kitchen, Jared turned and walked over to the entrance to the man cave. Arriving at the doorway, he leaned in and called out to his prother. "Hey, Bro . . . I came to see the new kid wonder."

Booth put his index finger next to his lips and then pointed at Hank and then his baby.

Embarrassed, Jared blushed and placed his hand over his mouth. "Sorry, sorry."

Motioning for Jared to come in to the room, Booth smiled and remarked quietly, "It's okay, just keep it down to a dull roar."

Glad his brother wasn't mad at him, Jared crossed the room, stopped next to Booth's chair and looked down at the baby. Speaking in hushed tones, he reached down and placed a finger on one of her hands. "Wow, Seeley . . . she's beautiful."

Nodding his head, Booth stared at his daughter. "She really is. She looks just like Bones."

Entering the room, Brennan handed a glass of iced tea to Jared and corrected Booth's statement. "I think she looks just like Booth. Hank says she looks like me too, but clearly they aren't paying attention to her underlying bone structure."

Jared looked at Brennan and then at Booth and then back at the baby trying to make up his mind who the baby resembled. "I think she looks like Mom."

Startled, Booth stared at Christine. After a few minutes, Booth decided his brother was blind. "Well, who ever she looks like, she's beautiful."

Moving over to the couch, Jared sat down and noticed that Booth had the Flyers-Penguins game on. "You're still watching that game? Those Flyers were driving me nuts, so I quit watching the game a little while ago and came over here to visit you."

His eyes gleeming, Booth smirked at his younger brother. "The Flyers have scored three times in the last thirty minutes. The Penguins quit playing, I guess."

Shocked at the news, Jared stared at the television screen in disgust. "Damn it."

Suddenly angry, Booth admonished the younger man. "Hey . . . No cussing around the baby, Jared."

Blushing, Jared ducked his head away from Booth's glare. "Yeah, sorry. I'll have to watch that."

Amused, Brennan interjected, "She doesn't understand language right now, Booth. She doesn't understand that Jared used a curse word."

Shrugging his shoulders, Booth stared at his baby girl. "Everyone should get use to using proper language now. I don't want anyone cussing in front of my little girl."

Rolling his eyes, Jared realized that was going to be a chore. "Good luck with that."

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The game was almost over and Booth, Brennan and Jared were happily watching the Flyers keep the puck from the opposing team. Unless the Flyers did something monumentally stupid, then the game was all but won.

Hank, waking up just in time to see the Flyers score once more, called out, "What's the score?"

Beaming at the TV, Booth boasted, "6 to 4 . . . Flyers."

Surprised at the news, Hank clapped his hands together. "Holy shit!"

Feeling three sets of eyes lock onto him, Hank suddenly felt uncomfortable. "What?"

Laughing, Jared shook his head. "Apparently you entered into the Twilight Zone while you were sleeping and didn't realize it. Seeley has a no cussing rule around Christine."

Surprised and yet pleased, Hank smiled at his grandson. "Does that rule include you too, Seeley?"

Sniffing at the implied slur, Booth nodded his head. "Of course it does."

Laughing, Hank stared at his grandson and then at Brennan. "Anyone want to start a pool to see how long the new rule lasts?"

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Hope this was okay. Reviews are always welcome. Thank you.