No more fluff, back to buisness. SPOILERS FOR GOOP ON THE GIRL!

Christie

I dreamed again that night.

I was in some sort of autopsy room. Around a metal table were a collection of flat screen TVs, the old kind, plasma. The walls were full of semi-transparent drawers. From what I could see, they were full of bones.

Sitting on the table was the man I had come to know as my father. This time, instead of casual clothes, he was wearing a nice business suit. The shirt was untucked and was stained with what looked like soot, but it looked nice anyway. . It was amazing, once I really started to look at him, I could see the similarities between us. We had the same eye color. He sat on the table just like I do. He looked so much like Parker, except he was slimmer, smaller, and his hair was dark brown, not dirty blond, and longer to.

Behind him was mom, wearing the same lab coat that I had seen the others wear. She seemed to be carefully removing something from his back with a pair of tweezers. She placed them in a specimen jar on a surgical tray next to her. Mom seemed in her element here, even more so than in the ppolice station. I looked closer. They were a sort of whitish-yellow color, stained with red mushy stuff. Then I realized what they were.

Human fragments.

Dad asked Mom, "Did you hear anything back on that cab driver?"

"No," she answered, "but Cam is in touch with the hospital," she fished one more fragment off the back of his jacket. She set down he tweezers and turned back to Dad, "I have to remove your clothing now."

I fell off the table. I think Dad would have to, but he only stiffened and asked "Why?!"

"Well, there maybe particulates," she explained in a completely natural voice. My mom is possibly the only person on earth that is as comfortable talking about sex as to wonder why people consider it a sensitive topic. Lets just say my "birds and the bees" talk left much to be desired. Thankfully my priest is very understanding.

"Oh right," agreed Dad, though he looked no less uncomfortable, "Particulates."

"Evidence for Hodgins," she said, "And flesh for Cam."

"Ya know," Dad began, "the bomber said something about 'answering the call'. What do you think that means?"

Mom walked to the front of Dad and began to remove his tie, "Many terrorist feel they are acting upon divine instruction," she explained.

"I don't think he was a terrorist," reasoned Dad quietly, "I just think he was a bank robber," Dad looked extremely uncomfortable.

"Spatter on the back of your collar," informed Mom.

"Spatter?"

Mom then reached for the buttons on his shirt. He tried to do it for her but she gently pushed his hands away, "Don't, you'll compromise the evidence."

"Right," he agreed.

"I'm, having Christmas dinner this year with my dad," she hesitantly said. So, even here, Mom isn't a Christmas fan. I hadn't even heard of the holiday till I was four. It was around the time I converted and became a Catholic, "Considering you've been shunted aside by your own family, I'd... like to invite you."

Dad smiled a bit, "That's a sweet invitation,"

She carefully pulled of his shirt. He wasn't a tank like Parker, but he was muscular, "So?" she asked, "Will you come?" I could hear a bare trace of hope in her voice.

"I don't know," he admitted, "I've been thinking about going up to Quebec to see Parker. I don't care what Rebecca thinks." so Parker's mom is named Rebecca?

"Well, if you do that won't she retaliate by insisting on coming to all your special times with Parker?"

Dad shrugged a little, "Yeah," he admitted.

Mom seemed to look at Booth closely, "You have a perfect cromin," she remarked.

Dad smiled at that. He slid off the table and saw Mom kneel down in front of him and reach for his belt. Which was awesome, by the way. Cocky, nice, "Oh, what is there stuff on my pants?" he asked. The uncomfortable look returned.

"Yeah," replied Mom, "Vascular tissue on you Cocky beltbuckle." she undid the buckle and slid the belt right out.

Please let this not be the place and time I am conceived, I prayed.

"Oh, right," said Dad, "slides right off." he looked very uncomfortable. So was I, "And were done." he finished hopefully.

"Nope," answered Mom, "I have to remove your pants." WHAT?! Remove his pants?! How can you cay that so calmly?!

I didn't think possible, but Dad looked even more uncomfortable than before, "Alright, i'm just gonna... recite some saints." Mom unbuttoned him and began to drag the pants down to his ankles, "St. Josef, St. Peter, St. Paul, St. John,..."

Cam walked in. she stared in what looked like happy surprise and embarrassment. The look on Mom's face didn't help, "Anyone for mistletoe?"

I jerked awake. I panted. I could feel sweat rolling down my back.

"You okay?" asked a voice in the darkness. Memories from before the dream came flooding back. Happy memories.

I curled up closer to his warm body, "Never better."

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