Parker bounded in the door from Sunday Mass, almost tripping over Brennan.

"Bones, why are you in the floor?"

Booth was following closely behind his son and made a quicker assessment of the scene. "You can't get up, can you?"

"Yes I can," Brennan answered from her position next to the Christmas tree. There were dozens of wrapped boxes underneath the tree, with half empty rolls of paper littering the floor around her. Tape, scissors and bows added to the mess with Brennan sitting squarely in the middle.

"Then why are you still sitting there?"

"I'm not finished."

"Where are the rest of the presents you're going to wrap then?" Booth walked slow circles around her, toeing the paper with his shoe.

"They're, here," she hesitated, "somewhere."

Parker had taken the opportunity to sniff out the presents that were under the tree. "This one is heavy," he exclaimed, shaking a box that bared his name. "What is it?"

"I'm not that foolish Parker."

"It was worth a shot. I'm going to go play video games. Good luck getting out of the floor Bones."

"I'm not stuck," she continued to protest.

"Ok, well, I'm going to watch the football game while you finish wrapping."

"Fine."

Booth began to walk past her toward his man cave.

"Wait, Booth, where are you going?"

"I'm gonna go watch football, I just said that."

"Yes, but I assumed that you would be watching the game in here. With me."

"I can, if you want. But you hate watching football and I thought you'd like to be alone to finish wrapping my gifts."

"I'm finished with your gifts Booth. You can stay in here if you'd like."

"I really enjoy watching football on my big screen Bones. That's why you got it for me, right?" He grinned, knowing that she was in distress.

"Yes."

"Okay, the game should only last a few hours."

"Hours?" she tried to hide the shock in her voice but failed. Booth knew her too well.

"Well it's just now starting. The pre show hasn't even come on yet."

"Oh, yes, I understand." She briefly considered phoning her father to come help her up. She hated to admit defeat in front of Booth.

"You sure you don't need anything Bones?" Booth smirked.

She hesitated before she answered, weighing her pride against the ache beginning to form in her lower back, "I'm fine. Go enjoy your game."

Booth walked away from her, toward his media room, turning back to observe her sitting on the floor. He grinned as she attempted to get up on her own and ended up back on her bottom. He was just getting ready to walk back into the room and help her when she called out for him.

"Yes dear," his close proximity frightened her as she hadn't realized that he had came back into the family room and she jumped.

"I can't get up."

"I know," he smirked.

"It's not funny," Bones was not at all amused by his enjoyment of her situation.

"Yes it is."

"I'm going to take your presents back."

"No you're not," Booth said as he helped her up from the floor and walked her over to collapse on their couch. He started to sit down beside of her, remote in hand to turn the game on.

"Booth?"

"Yeah?"

"Aren't you going to clean my mess up?"