Baseball-

Benji moved his feet as fast as he could to keep up with his father, the crowds of people around them were overwhelming, and his hand gripped Booth's with incredible strength. He thought of asking his father to slow down, but figured that it would only last for a moment. He could feel the electricity and excitement as they made their way through the throngs of people to the gate. The crowd was peppered with people wearing red jerseys and t-shirts, baseball caps. He had his jersey on too, a little big, but he didn't mind, and his hat sat a bit askew on his little head. Booth slowed down and tugged his arm, pulling the five year old up and into his arms. He squealed with excitement as he came face to face with has daddy.

"Almost there." Booth said, stopping for a second, he turned. "Parker, are you coming?" He called, as Benji watched his half brother appear from behind the obese gentleman who had muscled his way through the crowd.

"Yeah." Parker rolled his eyes as he made a face, catching up with Booth. "Dad, I'm hungry."

"Wait until we get into the ballpark, you can have whatever you want once we sit down."

"Anything?" Benji asked as Booth smiled at his boy, straightening the hat on his head, he smiled.

"Sure."

"Mommy says no refined sugar, and hot dogs are made of pig feet." Benji said, as Booth pulled the tickets from his pocket and handed them to Parker, letting the older boy lead them toward the turnstile into the stadium.

"Just like I told you at the Zoo yesterday, and the water park two days ago, buddy. Mommy is spending her vacation doing what mommy likes, right?"

"Digging up bones."

"That's right, digging up bones." Booth nodded his head. "And we're doing what we like, right boys?" He said as they walked through the turnstiles together as Parker took care of the tickets. Booth gave his older son a pat on the back, and the three of them walked among the crowd toward the section, and to their seats. They were close to the action, and Benji sat between his big brother and his father.

They settled in and the game started, as Booth watched his wiggling son beside him. He watched the players on the field intently, and furrowed his brow. A vendor walked by, and his eyes lit up. "Daddy, I'm thirsty." He sighed.

"Why don't we wait a little bit, watch some of the game, and we'll get a drink in a little while."

"I don't know if I can wait." He said, smacking his lips. "I think I'm dying."

Booth lifted an eyebrow. "You're not dying."

"Yep." He said, smacking his lips again. "I can feel it." He sighed.

"Watch the game."

His reply was greeted with a scowl from the boy, who huffed as he sat down. They watched for a few moments, and Booth glanced to his younger son, watching as he slid his bottom off the chair. "Benji." Booth said, catching the boy's eyes as he looked in his direction. "Sit up."

"I'm dying." He whispered, touching this throat as he made a dry, coughing sound.

"You're not dying, sit up."

Another glare, and he sat up slowly, letting out a dramatic sigh.

After the first inning, Parker glanced to Booth. "Dad?" Parker said, grabbing his father's attention. "Can I go get a soda and a hot dog?"

"Sure." Booth said, grabbing a twenty dollar bill from his pocket, he handed it to Parker.

"I want a soda and a hot dog too!" Benji said, his eyes widening.

"What about sugar and pig feet?"

"I like sugar and pig feet." Ben challenged. "A lot."

"Fine." Booth said, glancing to Parker, the older boy just nodded, and shuffled his way through the row to the steps. Booth watched him as he disappeared into the tunnel and was about to turn his attention to the game when he noticed that Ben was turned around in his seat. "Hey. The game is over there."

"What game?" Ben asked, catching his father off guard, he turned his head and glanced to the field, and then focused his attention back to something behind them.

Booth shook his head and watched the game for a little while longer, keeping an eye on Ben in the seat next to him. He was smiling, and hiding behind his chair, and then buried his face in Booth's arm as he turned around. Booth glanced behind them and could see there was a woman two rows behind them sitting alone, with a smile on her face. She was attractive, dark hair, and blue eyes, making him miss his own blue eyed beauty. He flashed her a smile and gave his son a little poke. He looked up at his father. "Are you flirting with that lady back there?"

"I don't know what that means." Benji mumbled into his father's arm and turned around, sending the woman behind them a glance and a shy smile.

"It means that you like that lady back there, because you keep watching her and smiling at her."

"You smiled at her, daddy." Ben mumbled, glancing back again.

"Daddy was being polite." He said, as Parker shuffled back with a box full of various foods, and two very large drinks.

"Hey, I only gave you a twenty…" Booth said, as Parker looked at his father.

"I had money left over from the yesterday and the day before." Parker shrugged, handing his little brother a soda that could only be handled with two hands, and not lifted.

"Don't you think that soda is a little too big for him?" Booth asked.

Parker shrugged and sat down. "You guys can share."

"Parker, his bladder is the size of his fist." Booth said, holding his younger son's hand out, the little boy spread his fingers wide, and Booth dropped his hand.

"Probably smaller." Parker muttered as he shoved the hot dog into his mouth, Booth grabbed the rest of the tray from him and carefully traded the gigantic soda for a hot dog. Ben settled in and started munching away at the hot dog.

The game went on, and the three of them ate and cheered. When the hot dogs had been devoured, another vendor walked by with cotton candy. "OH!" Ben exclaimed "Daddy! I want cotton candy!"

"You don't need cotton candy, you're hyper enough."

The vendor walked up and down the aisles calling out for cotton candy customers, and Ben waved his arms. "Me! Me! I want some!"

"Benji." Booth whispered, catching the eye of the vendor. "No, no cotton candy."

"Here, Ben." Parker said, handing his brother a five dollar bill, the little boy jumped up and waved it in the air.

"Parker!" Booth whispered behind the little boy as the vendor smiled and walked toward them. He sent his money down the line, and Parker smirked and shrugged, paying attention to the game.

"What? He wanted cotton candy." Parker said as the little boy sat down in his seat and buried his face in his sugary treat.

They watched the game through another two innings before Ben started wiggling in his seat again. "Daddy? Daddy, I really really have to go potty." Benji whined.

"Alright, pal." Booth said, looking away from the game, he glanced to Parker, who was watching the game intensely. Booth wasn't sure if it was because he was into the game, or if he just didn't want to take his brother to the restroom. "We'll be right back."

"Mmhm." Parker muttered as Booth lifted Benji up and shuffled down the aisle of people. He hurried down the steps toward the men's room. They got to the bathroom and thankfully the line wasn't too long to get inside. Booth set his son on the floor as they got to the stall.

"Hey." Booth said, as Ben turned around. "Don't touch anything."

"How am I supposed to pee if I can't touch anything?" He asked.

"I mean… don't touch the toilet, don't touch the… just go to the bathroom, please." Booth said, glancing back at the other men who were waiting in line.

Ben gave his father a perplexed look as he stepped into the stall.

"And don't lock the…" Booth said, just as the lock slid closed. "Door." Booth sighed.

He waited patiently as Ben did his business, and leaned against the wall as he waited, and waited…

"Daddy?" Ben said from the stall.

"Benji."

"I have to poop too."

"Okay, pal." Booth said, trying to hide his embarrassment as he caught the smirks from a couple of baseball fans who were entering and leaving the restroom. "Just hurry."

"Daddy?" Ben called.

"Yes?"

"Are you going to tell Mommy about all of the bad stuff I ate?"

"Not if you don't tell her first." Booth replied.

Ben continued in the stall. "Daddy?"

Booth sighed. "Yes, Benji."

"Nothing, just making sure you're still there."

"Yes… still here…" Booth said with an exasperated sigh. "Are you done yet?"

"Almost."

Another two minutes, and Booth sighed. "Ben, are you…" And he heard the toilet flush. He whispered a silent 'thank you', and the lock slid open, and Ben stepped out.

"All done?" Booth asked.

"I have to wash my hands." Ben said, stepping toward the sink, Booth lifted him up, and helped him wash his hands, grabbing a paper towel, he exited the bathroom with the boy as quickly as possible. They made their way quickly back to their seats, and Parker looked up.

"Missed a home run." Parker said, as Booth glanced to the scoreboard and set Benji in the seat beside him.

"Seriously?" Booth asked, watching his son's head nod, with his eyes focused on the game.

Booth watched for another inning, and glanced to Ben again, as he sat backwards on his chair, peeking over the back of the chair at the woman that had caught his attention. "Looks like someone has a girlfriend…" Booth teased.

He turned in his seat and buried his head in his father's arm again. "You're a little flirt."

"No…" Ben squeaked and turned in his seat, pulling himself toward his father, Booth lifted him onto his lap. "She's not my girlfriend." He said, resting his head on his father's shoulder.

"No?"

"No… I already have a girlfriend."

"Really?" Booth asked, looking at his son as he smiled.

"Yep, Mommy… Mommy is my girlfriend."

"What?" Booth asked. "You're trying to steal my woman?"

"Yep." He smiled.

"Well, your mommy is pretty awesome, isn't she?"

"She's the bestest." Ben agreed, settling back in his father's arm. "But I wish she was here."

"Me too, kiddo… Me too."