More fluff for the lovely squintz, I promise, answers are on the way.

---Sunday---

"I can feel you thinking." Booth muttered into his pillow. He opened one eye to find Brennan lying on her back, staring at the ceiling, one finger tapping pensively on her stomach.

They'd gone back to Hodgins' place after a few hours at the park and he was still feeling the after effects of the abundance of wine they'd consumed.

"Sorry." She whispered, coming out of her state of deep thought.

The ceiling fan whirled slowly, creating almost no air movement in the quiet bedroom.

Booth rolled onto his side, propped himself up on his right elbow and reached over to tuck some of her hair behind her ear.

"What are you thinking so hard about?"

Brennan sighed deeply.

"My father."

He tensed but remained quiet to allow her to continue.

"I saw him at that crime scene Seeley. Why is he here? I haven't seen him since…since David's party in the park. Three years ago. Why now?" She reached up and wiped her eyes, which had inexplicably begun watering.

"What's changed? Is he trying to come back into my life?"

She turned to him, glassy eyes pleading for something stable to hold onto while her world spun around her. Booth reached for her hand and squeezed it.

"Do you want him back in your life?"

Turning to look back at the slow moving ceiling fan again, she shrugged and made another swipe at her eyes.

"I don't know. I wish…I wish this were simple. Hard facts. Empirical. Facts I understand. Bones I understand." She sighed and left off wiping away tears that were accumulating too fast to keep up with, "I will never understand my father."

Neither of them dared move for a long time. Brennan studied a spot on the ceiling, Booth studied Brennan. His concern for her took away rational thought and he had no idea what to do to comfort her, to protect her. Fortunately for him, for once in her life, Brennan already knew what she needed.

"Seeley?" Her was whisper barely audible against the harsh silence.

"Yeah Babe."

She tugged on his hand slightly, nervousness evident in her voice.

"Will you…just hold me?"

Compassion flooded Booth's eyes and without hesitation he pulled her to his chest, wrapping his muscular arms tightly around her.

Kissing the top of her hair, Booth smiled as she sighed and relaxed into him. The sound of cartoons and laughter floated in from the living room and Booth was glad the kids were occupied. He knew Brennan would need these few precious moments of peace to collect her thoughts before she was prepared to face the day.

And he would be right there waiting when she was.

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"Alright Mini-soldiers. Front and center." Booth stood straight, his chest puffed out as he addressed his children.

Madison and David looked up from the TV and looked at each other. With a grin, David stood and turned off the TV before rushing to his sister's side in the dining room, lining up like the two missing VonTrapp children.

"That's better." Booth clasped his hands regally behind his back, the hint of playfulness only displayed by a slight curve of his lips. "I now turn you over to your commanding officer, Admiral Mom."

Booth stepped aside stiffly revealing a stern-faced Brennan standing behind him.

"Private David, you are on vacuum duty. I want the living room and hallway finished on the double." David tried his best not to laugh at his mother's commanding tone and raised his hand in a sloppy salute.

"Yes ma'am."

Brennan nodded and turned to Madison, looking ready for action in her baby-blue Cinderella shirt and oversized yellow dish gloves.

"As for you, Private Sonny, you will be on bathroom duty with General Dad. Understood?"

"Okay Mommy." Madison giggled when Booth winked at her before turning to his wife and exchanging salutes.

"Alright, we'll meet back here at 1200 hours, or for those of you who cannot yet read clocks, lunchtime. We will report our progress then. You are dismissed." Booth ordered.

Brennan nodded and turned to begin her assignment in the kitchen and David took off for the closet to claim the vacuum cleaner.

Madison reached her arms up and Booth bent low to catch her, swinging the little girl up onto his shoulders.

"Lets go get this done before your mom goes loco." The military air all but abandoned, Booth made his way down the hall to the small bathroom all of them shared.

Madison giggled. "Mommy! Daddy called you loco!"

Booth snatched his daughter down into his arms and tickled her furiously.

"Are you trying to get me in trouble?"

Madison's giggles grew louder as she tried to escape his tickle torture.

"Alright, here we go." Booth placed Madison on the bathroom counter. "Here are your paper towels." He sprayed the large mirror with a blue liquid and turned to her. "There you go. Make it shine Princess."

Madison nodded and immediately got to work, chattering on and on about what Jackie had told her about going to college.

"And you know what else?"

"No, what?" Booth played along, his right hand wiping globs of blue toothpaste out of the sink, his left poised behind Madison's back, prepared to catch her if she fell.

"She has a fwigewatow in hew bedwoom! She said it's a little one, almost as tall as me."

"Really? That's a pretty small refrigerator."

"Uh-huh, and you know what else?"

"What?"

"She can stay up fow as long as she wants 'cause she don't live with hew mommy and daddy no mow."

"Wow. She must get pretty tired."

"Nope. She not tiewd." Madison busied herself for a moment scrubbing a particularly stubborn smudge.

"Daddy can I have a little rewidewatow?" she asked suddenly, giving him that angelic face that almost always did him in.

Booth smiled and smoothed some of the girl's unruly hair as it fell down past the middle of her back.

"We'll ask Mom later."

Before she could respond, Booth's phone began to vibrate in his pocket.

"Booth."

"Hey man, it's Jack."

Booth tensed and glanced at Madison while taking note that he could still hear the vacuum cleaner down the hall.

"Anything?"

"Yes actually. First, I found trace crystalline 2Beta-carbomethoxy, 3Beta-benzoxytropane and saline which is…"

"Cocaine." Booth answered before the other man could explain.

"Uh…yeah. How'd you know?"

Booth sighed, taking Madison off the counter so she could dance to the music Brennan had just turned on.

"Don't sound so surprised Jack, I'm a cop. Remember?"

"Oh, right. Well, there was something unusual. A plant additive that really is neutral when mixed with cocaine, it doesn't seem to serve a purpose. I've seen this type of thing before during cases involving drugs…there's a name for it, but I can't remember right now."

Booth thought a moment, flipping his poker chip over and over in his fingers.

"A tag." He said finally, "Some gangs add a harmless ingrideint to their drugs as sort of a signature."

Booth ran a hand through his hair, going back and forth so it stood on end. "What is the additive?"

"Lillium Entispinus, a flower only found in a small area of South America, mostly in El Salvador. There's only one gang known to put this tag in their coke."

Booth closed his eyes and waited.

"Mara Muerte."

"Shit." He swore under his breath and glanced over his shoulder to be sure neither David or Madison were within earshot.

"Booth I really think you should tell…"

"Yeah yeah, I'm on it. Thanks Jack."

Booth hung up his phone and headed toward the kitchen to find Brennan.

In the living room to his right Madison twirled around in a circle, happily singing along to the a Monkeys song she loved. He followed the sound of voices to the kitchen.

"Salim will you please run down to the laundry room and put some quarters in the machine?"

David nodded, taking the quarters and running for the door.

"Bones, listen I…" She held up a silencing finger and turned in the direction David had gone.

"Salim?"

"What?"

"Make sure you tie your shoes."

"Yeah yeah."

"And remember to leave the door open so we can hear you."

"I already did!" David's voice sounded far off, indicating he'd already left and was on his way down the hall.

"Okay Seeley now what is it that you need?" Brennan turned to him, her hair falling out of it's messy ponytail, telling the tale of an afternoon of cleaning ahead of her.

"Listen I need to tell you about…"

Suddenly a scream rang out followed by a series of thuds and coins hitting a floor and wall. Both Booth and Brennan's eyes widened and their chests seized with panic. They knew that scream.

"David." He breathed, turning on his heel and bolting for the door, his wife hot on his heels.

"David?" Booth ran down the hall, calling for his son, hoping he would answer. When he reached the stairs and saw his son in a crumpled heap at the bottom of the first flight of stairs, his left forarm bent at an impossible angle, he almost tripped and fell himself.

Brennan, who'd been right behind him, saw David's arm and pushed ahead of her husband.

"Wait." She commanded calmly, bending low to look at his arm. "Looks like he's fractured the Ulna and Radius, the latter more severe. Salim?"

David hadn't moved since they got to him and she brushed some of his curls out of the way and saw a long gash on his forehead. Brennan glanced up and saw the third stair from the top had a bit of blood on the edge.

"Seeley he's unconcious, we need to get him from the hospital."

"Daddy?"

They both looked up and saw teary-eyed Madison at the top of the stairs. She could sense her parents were scared and that made her scared.

"Whatsa mattew wit David?"

"Seeley, wait here with them, I'm going to go get the keys and something to splint his arm." With that, Brennan took off up the stairs and back down the hall to the apartment.

"C'mere Princess." Booth reached down and plucked Madison off the ground, carrying her down to the transfer to sit beside David.

"He's going to be fine, he was probably running and tripped on his shoelaces," Booth glanced at David's shoes, sure enough, they were untied, "He hit his head but he's going to be okay."

Booth gently rubbed circles on David's back and kissed Madison on the forhead while he waited for his wife to return.

"Here we go." Brennan appeared and knelt beside her son, gently tieing his arm to a broken broom handle with a dishtowel.

"Our broom?"

"It's all I could find." She said calmly. "Here, give me Sonny and you carry David. Be careful of his arm."

She took Madison from her father and Booth scooped up his son, heading for the SUV parked out front.

I didn't want you guys to be worried about poor David, so I made sure to put him in the previous chapter so we all know he's okay...now there's the little problem of the collapsed FBI building...