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Chapter 3

"Hey Bones!" Shouted a miniature Booth, waving.

"Booth!" Brennan's mouth dropped open. "What are you doing in there?"

"I'm not Booth!" The FBI agent reached up, and climbed out of the box. Standing on the edge, he jumped, and landed as the normal size man he was. "I'm the ghost of Christmas Present!"

"Oh no," Brennan groaned. "Not again."

"So The GoCP has already been here?" Booth grinned.

"If you mean Angela, then yes," Brennan confirmed.

"Excellent!" Booth rubbed his hands together. "That means we can get right to it!"

"Wait," Brennan stopped him. "What were you doing in the box?"

"I'm the Ghost of Christmas Present!" Booth waved a hand in her face. "Get it?"

"No," Brennan said blankly.

Booth sighed. "Never mind," he said. "Now," he glanced at the clock. "Let's get this party started, shall we?"

"Never say that again," Brennan told him, as they disappeared from her apartment. She looked around. "Where are we?"

"The lab," Booth said.

"Ok," Brennan nodded, seeing that they were indeed in the lab. But daylight was shining through the windows. "Wait, what time is it?"

"Around 4:00," Booth said. He nodded in the direction of Brennan's office. "Look."

Brennan walked towards her office, where she saw Angela standing underneath her door, hanging some mistletoe up. As she did, Hodgins strolled past her. Blinking, he stopped, and backed up.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"I think the good Dr. Brennan needs some Christmas kissing," said Angela, smiling at him. "Preferably from a certain FBI agent."

"I don't think that'll work," Hodgins pointed out.

"Why not?" Angela pouted.

"Because when it comes to Christmas, Dr. Brennan is the Grinch reincarnated."

"The Grinch isn't dead," Angela said.

"You know what I mean," Hodgins sighed.

"Hmmm," Angela frowned. "Maybe you're right, but if it's Booth, she may just consent."

"I would not!" Brennan cried, affronted.

The two ignored her.

"I don't think so," Hodgins shook his head.

"Why not?" Angela asked again, beginning to get annoyed.

"Because Dr. Brennan isn't the most spontaneous person, and she's not the most feeling either," said Hodgins.

"I have feelings!" Brennan said angrily.

"She has feelings," Angela said angrily.

"Thank you!" said Brennan.

"Of course she does," Hodgins put an arm around the artist. "But she doesn't show them, doe she? I doubt she'll just start now."

Angela frowned, then sighed. "I can still try," she said, a little sadly. Then she looked up, suddenly alert. "She's coming! Go!"

Hodgins hurried away, and Angela hid behind the door, where Brennan would find her later. Brennan turned to Booth.

"Do they really have that little faith in me?" she asked.

"Well," Booth hesitated. "They are sort of right."

"I have feelings," Brennan said, upset. "Just because I don't wear my heart on my sleeve, doesn't mean I wouldn't like to k-" she stopped, catching herself before saying the incriminating words.

"Hmmm," Booth raised his eyebrows. "Come on, we have more to see."

He took her hand, and suddenly, they were no longer standing in the lab. Instead, they were outside an apartment building. Brennan looked up, studying the building.

"Hey Booth," she said. "This is your building."

"Not mine," Booth shook his head. "This is Seeley Booth's building. I'm the Ghost of Christmas Present remember?"

"Right," Brennan nodded, her eyebrow raised. "Are we going up?"

"Yep," Booth indicated the door. "Let's go."

The dynamic duo hurried through the door, unnoticed by anyone as they rode the elevator up. Brennan frowned, and waved a hand in a woman's face.

"She can't see you," Booth told her. "You're a spirit at the moment."

"Spirits don't exist," Brennan stated. She noticed the gifts the woman was holding. "Is it Christmas Day?"

"Yep," Booth whistled. "Fantastic, isn't it?"

"Yeah, just great," Brennan slumped against the wall, until finally the doors opened to Booth's floor.

"Out we go," Booth put a hand on her shoulder, and steered her towards Booth's apartment. Once there, he pushed her through the door.

"Whoa!" Brennan looked down at herself, and then back at the still closed door as Booth walked through. "That's impossible!"

"It's Christmas Bones!" Booth grinned cheekily. "Anyway, that's not what we're here for."

Brennan looked around the apartment. It was decorated for Christmas, with a tree by the window, and lights hanging up all around. Booth himself was sitting in an armchair, drinking a beer and looking sorry for himself.

"What's going on?" Brennan glanced back at the other Booth. "I thought he had Parker coming over?"

"Just watch," said Booth.

The phone rang, and Seeley picked it up eagerly, knocking his beer over.

"Booth," he said. "Oh, hi Rebecca." He listened for a moment, and his brow furrowed. "But you said I could have him after lunch-" He listened again. "Come on, you've already canceled half of my day with him-" more listening. "Please, Rebecca, he's my son too. I just want Christmas with him." He listened for a while, and his face fell. "Rebecca, please-" He took the phone from his ear, looking sad. Obviously, Rebecca had hung up. Sighing, he looked down at his spilled beer, and up at his Christmas tree.

"Merry Christmas, Seeley," he muttered, getting up to find something to mop up the beer. He cleared up the beer quickly, and sat down, pulling a present from under the tree. Brennan peered over his shoulder at the tag.

"To Parker, Love Daddy," she turned to Booth. "Oh, could this get any sadder?"

Booth nodded at the tree. "Go and look."

Brennan walked over hesitantly, and knelt down beside the tree. She glanced over the presents, and one caught her eye.

"To Bones, love Seeley," she groaned, and looked up at Booth. "But what can I do about it? It's too late isn't it?"

"Not quite yet," Booth walked over to her, and pulled her up. When she was standing, she was standing in a cathedral.

"What are we doing here?" Brennan stared around.

"My time's up," Booth shrugged. "It's time to hand you over to the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come."

"What, as in, the future?" Brennan gaped at him. "No way!"

"Good luck, Bones," Booth waved, as he slowly retreated towards the exit. "Merry Christmas!"

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