Note: I'd say this is the weirdest thing I've ever written, but I did write B&B meeting Smurfs, so .. not even close.

If you haven't read yesterday's story yet, take a look at it, too.

Title: Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer

Background info: None.

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The garlands that Angela had hung in mid-December were looking a little ragged. The lab had been quieter than usual – much of the Jeffersonian staff was still off for the holidays – but the Medico-Legal team had been called in when some severely degraded remains were found in a field.

The remains had been delivered earlier that day. Cam had finished the autopsy and Wendell had cleaned the bones for examination. He and Brennan had been huddled over the remains for at least an hour when Booth bounded through the doors of the lab.

"What do we have here, Bones?'

Brennan looked up from the exam table. "Female, mid-sixties, approximately 5.3. Still working on cause of death."

"Come on, Bones, give me something to go on."

"Well … " Brennan leaned closer to the remains, then gestured at Wendell, who peered at the same spot.

When Wendell thought he had the answer, he straightened. "It appears that she was kicked." He looked hopefully at Brennan.

"That's correct, Mr. Bray."

"So I got called in to work the day after Christmas because grandma was in a bar brawl?" Booth's tone was incredulous.

"She wasn't kicked by a person. It was some kind of animal – maybe some kind of deer?"

Brennan nodded approvingly. "Yes. A small, hooved animal."

Angela sauntered onto the platform. "A reindeer?"

Brennan looked puzzled. "I can't see how. Reindeer aren't indigenous to this area. Perhaps Hodgins can recommend someone who can narrow down the type of deer."

"Yeah, I know a guy", answered Hodgins, "But I'm pretty sure he only deals with real animals. If this is a magic flying reindeer, you're on your own."

"It won't be", Brennan answered seriously.

"I don't know, sweetie", Angela answered, "It's the day after Christmas – maybe she's another of Santa's victims. I always knew some old man who spends his time spying on children was up to no good."

"And now he's running down grandmas." Cam shook her head sadly.

"Well, his reindeer are, anyway", Wendell clarified.

Brennan stared in disbelief as everyone broke into laughter. "I don't understand what's so funny."

Booth slung his arm around her shoulders. "Let's go get some food, Bones. I'll explain on the way."

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I'd love to hear what you think. I need a reason to write instead of spending the next two weeks sitting with a dog on my lap.