Ok, this is the last Labor Day BBQ chapter. A friend of mine thought Daisy and Boots should have another confrontation. I hope you like it "N".

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I don't own Bones.

I do own Boots Booth.

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The day was slowly turning into evening and the barbeque was winding down. Everyone had enjoyed the food and the conversation so they were reluctant to leave. Booth and Brennan had cooked enough to make sure that everyone could take a plate home for leftovers.

Daisy and Sweets finally decided it was time to go home. They had come to the barbeque on Daisy's scooter, so they went into the living room to collect their helmets and Daisy's bag. She had brought a shoulder bag to carry her small purse, keys and a change of clothes, just in case she made a mess while eating BBQ. Daisy, putting her hand into her bag, looked for the keys to her scooter; but, didn't find them. Picking up her bag, she rummaged her hand around and still couldn't feel her keys. Starting to worry, Daisy poured out everything in her bag onto the couch and moved everything around, still no keys. Thinking that she may have put the keys in the small purse, Daisy picked up her purse and opened it. Not seeing any keys, Daisy started to feel a little panicky and poured out the contents of her purse on to the couch.

Still not seeing her keys, Daisy looked at Sweets and said, "Did I give you the scooter keys?"

Putting his hands in his pockets, Sweets checked each pocket in his pants and found two quarters, one breath mint, his wallet and a ticket stub to a movie he saw the day before.

Shaking his head, Sweets said, "Sorry Daisy. I don't have them. I'm pretty sure you dropped them in your bag when we got here."

Shaking her head, Daisy said, "Well they aren't here. Did you bring your scooter key?"

Sighing, Sweets said, "No, I sure didn't. I only have my house key and it's in my wallet."

Frustrated, Daisy rummaged through everything on the couch and finally had to admit to herself that the keys were missing. Picking up everything she had put onto the couch, she stuffed the items back into her bag. She then got down on her knees and looked under the couch. Not seeing anything, Daisy took the pillows from the couch and ran her hands around the seat cushions. She found thirty six cents in change, one ping pong ball and three cat nip toys.

Seeing the catnip toys, Daisy stood up and looked around. Seeing Boots sitting on the bottom step of the stairs, Daisy put her hands on her hips and glared at the cat.

Sweets seeing the anger in Daisy's face, asked, "What's going on? Why are you looking at Boots like that?"

Turning her angry look towards Sweets, Daisy said, "I think Boots took the keys out of my bag and he's done something with them."

Sighing, Sweets said, "Well, I guess we'd better look for them. If we don't find them then we'll have to get a cab to go home. I doubt we could find a lock smith open on Labor Day night."

Nodding her head, Daisy walked over to the chairs and put her hands down the cushions. Sweets walked over to the back side of the chairs, got down on his knees and started to look under the furniture.

Michael and Christine, walking through the living room, on the way to the man cave, stopped and watched Sweets and Daisy. Looking at each other, Michael said, "What do you think they're doing?"

Shrugging her shoulders, Christine said, "Gosh, I don't know. Do you think it's a game?"

Frowning, Michael walked over to where Sweets was, bent down and said, "What are you doing, Uncle Sweets? Are you playing a game? Can Christine and I play?"

Looking up at Michael, Sweets said, "We're looking for Daisy's scooter keys. Can you help us look for them? We think Boots took them out of Daisy's bag and hid them somewhere."

Christine, turning to Boots, walked over to her cat and looked at him. Shaking her head, Christine walked back into the kitchen and stopped in the doorway, looking at the activity going on. Raising her voice, Christine said, "Daisy thinks Boots took her scooter keys out of her bag and hid them somewhere."

All heads turning to look at her, Booth said, "Where did she have her bag?"

Shrugging her shoulders, Christine said, "The living room?"

Rolling his eyes, Max said, "I guess we better help her and Sweets look for the keys." Putting his dish towel down, Max walked past Christine into the living room.

Brennan, Parker, Cam, Michele, Caroline and Paul put down the things they had in their hands and followed Max into the living room. Booth, sighing and looking at the floor, thought, "Talk about looking for a needle in a haystack." Shaking his head, he followed everyone else into the living room.

Looking around, Booth saw Boots and said, "Ok, you damn cat, what did you do with the keys?"

Boots, not caring for the glares he had been getting from everyone decided that he didn't like their attitudes, turned around and bounded up the stairs. Running down the hallway, he ran into Parker's bedroom and crawled under Parker's bed. Boots, lying down next to Daisy's scooter keys, a half eaten chicken wing, a golf ball, Booth's watch and two cat nip mice, closed his eyes and went to sleep.

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Let's just say that the keys weren't found until Parker vacuumed his bedroom carpet the next day after Max packed up his bags and moved back to his apartment. Parker was less than thrilled to find the loot under his bed and reminded himself to keep his bedroom door closed from now on.

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Ok, this story is going on a little vacation and will be back in a couple of weeks. Thanks for reading my story. I really appreciated it.