36. Creep
They peer around the corner, satisfied that the coast is clear.
They creep down the hall, sticking to the shadows created by the walls.
A silent communication, they cross the hall, and stand with their backs pressed tightly against the wall on either side of the doorway.
He nods and she peers into the room, locating their targets before shrinking back against the wall.
They take a second to load their guns, fingers poised on the triggers.
With a final nod they push of the wall, racing into the room, firing bullets at the two figures on the opposite side of the room.
They both squeal, laughing as their fathers dramatically drop to the floor, nerf guns abandoned at their sides, foam bullets stuck to their clothing.
"We win!" Michael shrieks, turning to high five Christine who smiles gleefully.
Only they don't expect the rain of bullets from the doorway, both turning, alarmed to find their mothers with nerf guns in hand, both laughing, evoking the laughter of seven month old Henry from his mother's hip.
Both children shriek, dropping to the floor as four sets of bullets rain over them. They attempt to play dead, trying to lie as still as possible but the giggles wracking their bodies won't stop.
"We surrender!" Christine shrieks, curling into a ball, her body still shaking with laughter.
"You win! You win!" Michael laughs, arms raised above his head, Christine follows, both of them peering up at their parents, all of whom have dissolved into laughter.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing, Princess." Booth laughs, "Just you two need some work before you're going to be chasing criminals."