Reminder: this story takes place between season 10 and season 11.

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Booth had forgot what it was like to be sleep deprived. Hank was a restless baby and never slept through the night. He and Brennan did their best to keep the infant on a schedule, but it wasn't unusual for Hank to wake up three or four times a night.

Grateful that they were both currently without jobs, they took turns during the night seeing about the needs of their newborn and after Christine had left the house for Kindergarten each day Booth and Brennan both fell back into bed and slept a few more hours while Hank was quiet.

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A knock on the door not enough to wake them up, Booth's phone soon rang out for attention. Grumbling, he slapped his hand around the night stand until he found the offending object. "Booth".

You're still in bed? It's eight in the morning for God's sake.

Awake, Booth replied sarcastically, "You have a baby and then talk to me about my sleeping habits."

Come to the door and let me in.

"Go away, Jared." Ending the call, Booth dropped the phone on his night stand. "I'm going to kill Jared some day. Just so you know that."

Irritated, Brennan rolled over and placed her arm over his chest. "Quiet, Booth, I'm sleeping."

His eyes closed, Booth assured her, "So am I."

A pounding on the door enough to wake Hank, the child started to scream in displeasure. Furious that someone has wakened their baby, Booth moved Brennan's arm away from his chest and slid off the bed. "Come on Bones, go answer the door for me while I take care of Hank. If I answer the door and it's who I think it is I may do something I shouldn't and you really don't want me to go back to prison do you?"

Groaning, Brennan opened her eyes and glared at Booth, "You have to do something about Jared, Booth."

His robe in his hand, Booth shrugged it on and moved towards the door. "Yeah, I know."

The pounding on the door continuing, Brennan moved off the bed, found her robe and put it on as she stalked out the room. Her baby's crying spurring her on, Brennan unlocked the front door and berated her brother-in-law, "Stop banging on the door, Jared. You woke up Hank and he's only been asleep for the last hour. You are being very inconsiderate."

Not used to Brennan yelling at him, Jared took a step back in surprise. "Whoa . . . peace. I need to talk to Seeley."

Resigned that she and Booth were not going to be able to rest any further that morning, Brennan stepped back and assured him, "Yes that of course is more important than common courtesies."

Slinking in to the house, Jared walked over to the kitchen island and turned to face his furious sister-in-law. "Okay, I'm sorry, okay. I'll make sure it's later in the day the next time I come over here." Staring down the hallway, Jared asked her, "So can I speak to Seeley?"

Slowly entering the kitchen, Brennan moved over to the counter, prepared her coffee maker and turned it on. "He's trying to settle down the baby. You'll have to wait until Booth can get Hank to calm down and not a minute sooner."

Silently sitting down at the island, Jared clasped his hands in front of him and waited for his brother to come to him.

His son finally calm and sleeping again, Booth walked back into the bedroom, grabbed the baby monitor from the dresser, looked longingly at his bed and wandered back out of the room and down the hallway. Spying is brother, Booth placed the monitor on the kitchen island, moved into the kitchen and grabbed the apple juice from the fridge and poured himself a glass. Not sure he wanted to talk to him, Booth turned to stare at his unrepentant brother. "What the hell do you want Jared?"

"I came over to help you finish your treehouse." Ignoring the glares coming his way, Jared explained, "I got a new job and it starts tomorrow. I know you haven't finished the tree house and if you want my help then we have to work on it this morning."

Surprised, Booth drank his juice and placed the now empty glass on the counter. "Um . . . yeah, thanks. I'll go change clothes and we'll get started."

Pulling a loaf of bread towards her, Brennan offered her husband, "I'll make you an egg sandwich Booth while you dress."

Pleased at her thoughtfulness, Booth paused to kiss her as he passed her. "Thanks, Bones that's great. I be back in a few minutes."

While she prepared Booth's breakfast, Jared stood up and moved to the back door. "I'll go get started. I already ate breakfast."

Still angry at her brother-in-law, Brennan chose to ignore him and worked to make sure that her husband had something to eat before he started to work on the treehouse.

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Three hours later, Jared decided to break the silence between them as he pounded some nails into the back wall of the treehouse. "I think Temperance is mad at me."

His patience close to failing, Booth worked on the railing around the platform. "You think?"

"Hey, I'm doing you a favor helping you." Annoyed at his brother and sister-in-law, Jared complained, "It's not like I don't have things I can be doing. I don't know what her problem is anyway. She's always mad at me for something or other. She doesn't like me. She never has."

Slamming his hammer down on the platform, Booth stood up and turned to face his brother. "Then go do whatever the hell you're supposed to be doing, Jared. I don't need your help. If all you're going to do is whine about Bones being mad at you then go. She has a right to be angry with you."

His pride scorched by his brother's taking the side of his wife, Jared placed his hammer down and moved over to the ladder. "Fine, I tried to help you. Don't say I didn't." Descending the tree, Jared called up, "You're my brother. Why can't you be on my side once in a while?"

A snort escaping him, Booth shook his head, "Right, I'm never on your side."

After his brother had left the yard, Booth picked up his hammer and finished the railing around the platform. Once that was complete, he moved into the small house and finished nailing the far wall in place and moved back out onto the platform. The house complete except for a the toy chest and the small chair he planned to build, he carried his pail of tools down to the ground below and started to clean up the area around the tree.

Carrying the baby monitor in one hand and a glass of iced tea in the other, Brennan left the house and crossed the yard. As she moved closer to her husband, she tudied his posture and realized that he was angry. Stopping a few feet from him, Brennan held out the glass. "I brought you some tea. It's pretty warm out here and I realized that you hadn't brought a cooler of water out here. I also noticed that Jared is gone."

Grateful for the tea, Booth strode over to where she was waiting, took the glass and drank the tea. After the glass was empty, he handed her the glass and turned back to the tools. "Thank you. The house is almost finished. I just have a few things to take care of. I'm going to put the tools and left over lumber in the garage right now. I want to build a toy chest and some chairs for the house. I think Christine will like that."

Curious, Brennan asked him, "Where's Jared?"

Careful with his answer, Booth picked up some of the lumber. "He had to go home. He got a new job and he has some things to do."

Picking up the bucket of nails, Brennan followed Booth to the garage. "The least he could have done was help you clean up."

His hand on the garage door, Booth paused, "No, I don't really need the help . . . Hopefully that new job of his will keep him out of trouble."

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