Christine climbed into the passenger seat of her father's black SUV. Confused and hurt she was, but she was never going to let her father see it. Booth looked at his daughter apprehensively. He could sense something was wrong with her; she was like Brennan too much sometimes. She acted like she could always hide from the world. Christine flipped through the radio stations until she heard Demi Lovato's 'Skyscraper' playing. She nestled back into the seat, the song reflecting her current mood. Booth decided to start a conversation when he saw Christine trying not to cry, looking out the window.

"So Chris, when did you start writing the book about me and your mom?"

Christine smiled looking at her father.

"When I was twelve. Remember when I was in the seventh grade and I got detention for slugging that girl?"

"Yes I remember. You mother seemed to think it was just one of things people did but I knew you weren't telling us something." Booth said glancing at his daughter.

"Well it was this girl named Samantha, we had always disliked each other for some reason. I was reading Mom's book in the office when she came in talking about I was too dumb to comprehend the words in the book. I told her I couldn't be dumber than her and my mother wrote it. She started going on about how she didn't think Mom was dumb enough to produce me so it must have been a situation where my Dad just knocked her up and married her. … I told her my parents weren't married. She said maybe you weren't as dumb as she thought. So I punched her in the face and slapped her with the book."

"You slapped her with the book?" Booth asked, slightly laughing.

"Yea, I did. I don't regret it either. Only reason I only got detention was because the office attendant heard our entire conversation. She told the principal and he was familiar with my situation. I didn't care; Samantha is always after what I have."

"What's going on with you two?"

"She likes to take what I have. Currently she's on a mission to get something that could have been mine."

"And what is that?" Booth asks curiously.

"Mikey."

Booth looks at his daughter, realizing she's very serious.

"What's going on between you and Mike?"

"As of right now, absolutely nothing. I'd like to keep it that way too." Christine tells him as he pulls up in front of the Jeffersonian.

"Thanks for the ride Daddy." Christine says, feeling emotional drained.

"Anytime Sport."

Christine exits the vehicle heading into the Jeffersonian.

Chrissy enters Cam's office waving.

"Hi Christine. Do you need something?"

"No Cam. I'm just here to see my mom, thought I'd come see you."

Cam smiles at the oldest Booth girl. She turned out surprisingly different than Booth or Brennan in personality. Cam didn't know how she came out like she did raised in the Brennan-Booth house. Christine stood watching Cam work for twenty minutes before clearing her throat.

"Hey Cam. Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure. Anything." Cam said without looking up from her computer.

"But you can't tell Angela or Booth or Brennan."

Cam finally looked up to see the girl looking a combination of fearful and uneasy.

"Of course."

" … How old were you when you first had sex?"

Cam was definitely taken aback by the girl's question. Never in a million years would she think that was to come out of the Booth girl's mouth.

"Ummm … I was seventeen."

"Were you in love with him?"

"I thought I was. More in lust though." Cam told her looking her in her eyes.

Chrissy sighs, not knowing how she feels about what she's happen to say next.

"I had sex."

Cam's eyes widen in surprise. Did the girl just say …

"With Mikey."

"Mikey? As in-"

"Yes Cam. Hodgins. Mike Hodgins."

"Wow." Cam was at a loss for words.

"I'm in love with him. .. I saw him kissing this girl I hate named Samantha yesterday on my way to Clark and Maine."

Christine knew for sure she could trust Cam when it came to this. No one but Brittney knew what happened with Mike and Christine.

"I'm sorry Chrissy."

"I'm fine. Just a little hurt. I won't cry, don't worry. … I don't mean to burden you. I didn't want to tell my mom because she'd tell my dad. I couldn't tell Angela because well, that's her son, she'd probably kill him. My dad is well … you know. I really didn't know what to do. I would talk to Brittney but she's in detention right now."

Cam actually smiled with Christine at the last fact. She had known Brittney through Christine for years now. The girl failed to stay out of trouble.

"For what?"

"She tripped the girl who was kissing Michael and made her bust her lip."

Cam smiled trying to not laugh.

"Thanks Cam. I just needed to talk to a woman about this. I appreciate it."

"Yea, anytime." Cam said as the Booth girl walked out of the office.

Christine headed into Brennan's office as her mother was typing. Christine put a paper on top of her mother's desk.

"Mom, can you sign this?"

"What is it?" Brennan asked, not taking her eyes away from her computer.

"A form. Can you just sign it?"

Christine was becoming highly irritated. Brennan did not even look her way.

"Weren't you just with you father?"

"Yea but I forgot to have him sign it. Could you just sign the damn paper?"

Brennan looked up from her computer to look at her daughter. Christine instantly regretted her decision to curse at her mother. This was one of those times, it was definitely not cool. Angela walked into the room, noticing the tension just as Christine's phone rang.

"Hey, what's going on in here?"

Christine took a step back from the desk to answer the phone.

"Hey." She said, her voice suddenly becoming softer.

"Nothing as of now." Brennan said, looking at her best friend.

"What's that?"

"A form for Christine."

Both women looked at the teenager who was smiling hugely into her phone, laughing. Brennan signed the form, looking back up at Angela.

"I just wanted to know if you wanted lunch. We could go to the diner."

"I am quite hungry so yes, lunch would be acceptable."

Brennan pushed back from her desk. Christine was now back at the desk.

"Did you sign it?" She questioned her mother.

Brennan handed the paper to her daughter who was smiling and heading out of the room, in front of Angela and Brennan. The women followed the girl to the entrance where they saw a boy dressed in a letterman jacket at the entrance. Christine hugged the boy and he kissed her on the cheek smiling.

"Bren, who is that?"

"She's a teenage girl Ange. She's expected to have male friends who she is romantically interested in."

"I know that Sweetie. It's just last week, she was making out with my teenage boy."