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Arriving at the school, Booth parked up front and entered the building. Walking rapidly down the hallway, he soon found the Principal's office. The door open, Booth breezed in and looked around the room. Spying his son sitting on a chair near the secretary's desk, Booth walked over to where the boy was sitting and knelt in front of him. "Parker."

Embarrassed and worried, the boy leaned forward and placed his arms around his father's neck, "I'm sorry."

Letting the boy cry for a few minutes, Booth finally pulled away and placed his index finger under the child's chin, "Are you alright?"

Parker bit his lower lip, nodded his head and mutely glanced at the principal who was now standing behind Booth.

The look of fear on his boy's face angering him, Booth stood up and faced the man, "Is this is how you protect your students? My boy has a black eye."

Booth's size rather intimidating to the smaller man, Principal Hardy held up his hands, "Mr. Booth, I'm sorry this happened and I can assure you it won't happen again."

"I think I need a better explanation than what I got on the phone." Pulling his son from his chair to stand next to him, Booth glared at the principal.

Nodding his head, Hardy agreed, "Yes. If you'll follow me, I think we should have this conversation in my office."

Following the head of the school, Booth and Parker stepped into Hardy's office, watched the man close the door and then move around his desk. Sitting down, the man pointed at the chairs in front of his desk, "Please Sir, sit down and we can talk about what happened."

Booth sat down and pulled his son towards him so that the boy was facing the principal and placed his arms around protectively around him. Staring at the Principal, Booth ordered him, "Tell me what happened right now."

Leaning forward on his desk, Hardy responded, "We have zero tolerance for bullying so I want you to know that this will not be repeated. Apparently one of the older boys in our school was harassing a younger student and Parker took exception to this and tried to facilitate a quick cessation. The older boy is much bigger and took advantage of that fact. The boy won't do it again I can assure you."

Annoyed with the Principal's dollar words, Booth looked down and turned his son around, "Parker, tell me what happened since your principal is hiding behind a dictionary."

"Barry had Paul on the ground and was holding him down and trying to steal his snack money." Staring intently at his father, Parker explained, "He was crying and trying to push Barry off but Barry is a big guy and Paul is just nine. It wasn't fair Dad. I pushed Barry off and he hit me and threw me on the ground and told me that if I didn't give him some money he was going to knock my teeth out. Candy ran and told my teacher and Ms. Green pulled Barry off of me." Glancing at the principal, Parker returned his attention back to his father, "Barry says his dad is someone important and he wasn't going to be punished and when Mr. Hardy told me not to call you and that he was going to call you tonight I got afraid that Barry was going to get away with what he did. Barry hurt Paul and he shouldn't be able to do that and I said I was going to call you and I did."

His attention turned back to the principal, Booth stared coldly at the man, "I don't care who Barry's father is Mr. Hardy. That boy is obviously trouble and I expect you to take care of it. If you don't I will. He committed assault on two boys. Just in case you don't get it, I'm not someone to screw with."

His mouth very dry, Hardy swallowed convulsively and threw his hands up in a placating manner, "Mr. Booth, I . . ."

Interrupting him, Booth lifted his chin, "FBI Special Agent Booth, head of Major Crimes for the District of Columbia."

Aware of who Booth was and his position at the FBI, Hardy jerked his head up and down, "Yes, I know that, I'm sorry, I misspoke Agent Booth . . . Um, like I said we have a zero tolerance for bullying at this school. I'm meeting with Barry's father this afternoon. Barry is going to be suspended for a week and he will be told that the next incident will be resolved with his expulsion."

Standing, Booth pulled his son next to him, "There had better not be another incident, Principal Hardy."

"Yes, of course." Standing, the principal frowned, "I didn't mean to imply to your son that nothing would be done about Barry. I had planned to mete out punishment this afternoon and wanted to talk to Barry's father before I talked to you to make sure everything was in place. Parker insisted that you be called before I met with Barry's father and I of course did so. I agree that a black eye is bad but I didn't think it warranted disturbing your day. I was going to call you about it this evening. I can assure you that I wasn't going to sweep any of this under a rug."

Still angry, Booth held up his hand, "I don't know what kind of school you're running, but I want to know when someone hurts my son. I want to be disturbed for my son. Now maybe the other parents in this swanky school of yours puts up with crap like this, but I don't. I hope you get my drift."

Irritated, the Principal nodded his head, "Of course, Agent Booth. Parker and Paul were both checked by our school nurse and she informed me that both boys were fine. Granted a black eye isn't something we want to see on your son, but all in all he is fine. You can also be assured that we don't tolerate bullying at this school and it doesn't matter that Barry's father is a lawyer. We have a lot of children that attend this school whose parents have powerful positions in business and government. Barry is not only a bully, but he has an inflated sense of self worth. I understand Parker was upset and he had a right to be, but it was going to be handled. It is being handled."

Placing his hand on Parker's shoulder, Booth conceded, "Fine, I'm taking Parker out of classes for the rest of the day. You do what you're supposed to do and I better never hear that my boy has been hit by anyone at this school again."

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Arriving at the Hoover, Booth brought Parker to his office and had the boy start working on his homework, "Parker, I'm going to be in and out of this office for the rest of the afternoon. I want you stay in here. I'm going to try and wrap it up early so we can go out and eat with Bones and the baby. How does that sound?"

"Good Dad." Sitting on the floor near the window, Parker spread his books and notebooks on the floor and started to do his homework.

Sad that his son had been hurt, Booth squatted next to him and ruffled his unruly hair, "I'm proud of you, Parker. You helped Paul when he needed it and I'm so proud of you for doing that. I want you to know that."

Looking up, Parker grinned, "Really?"

Proud of his son, Booth patted his shoulder and returned the boy's smile, "Yes, really." Standing, Booth moved over to the doorway and glanced back, "Remember to stay in here. Don't go anywhere with anyone unless it's Charlie. You know Charlie and you know where his desk is, right?"

"Sure, Dad, Charlie is nice." Looking back down at his books, the boy started to work on his math homework.

Noticing Booth standing near his doorway, Charlie stood up and called out to Booth, "Don't forget your meeting with Accounting in ten minutes."

Grateful for the reminder, Booth waved at his agent, walked down the hallway and entered the stairwell. Pausing on the landing, Booth pulled his phone out of jacket pocket. Sending a text message to Brennan, he let her know he was going to get off of work around four and asked her if she wanted to go out for dinner.

Shortly afterward he received a text message: Yes of course. Is everything alright?

Checking the message, Booth replied: Yes. I'm going to a meeting. I love you.

His phone chiming almost immediately, Booth saw: I love you too.

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