I thought I'd do a little Boots for you. Let me know if your still interested in Boots. Thanks.

I don't own Bones.

I do own Boots.

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Booth had volunteered to stay home. He didn't have an active case at the time and the mountain of paper work would still be there when he came back to his office. Christine had a cold again and she couldn't go to school; so, someone needed to stay. As a rule they dropped off Joshua at day care and then after school, someone picked up Christine and brought her to the Jeffersonian Day Care. Brennan had tried to call her father to see if he could stay with the kids for the day; but, the voicemail on his home phone picked up. The distrusting Max didn't have a cell phone; so, she didn't have a way to contact him. Since Christine was staying home, it was decided that Joshua would stay home too.

Booth had spent part of the morning watching cartoons with the kids between doing the laundry and making snacks and getting drinks for Christine and Joshua. When the kids had finally got tired of cartoons, they had colored in coloring books and put kid friendly jigsaw puzzles together. While the kids were busy coloring, Booth had gone out into the garage and brought in the Christmas tree and the decorations. His plan was to set up the Christamas tree now and then after lunch, decorate it. Booth had bought his Christmas tree the previous evening and it had been his intention to put the tree up that evening. Now he would be able to work on it sometime after lunch instead.

After lunch, Booth had set up poster boards on an a couple of easels in Joshua's room and told Christine and Joshua to paint their favorite things. Thinking that he might be able to get a nap in before he started decorating his tree, Booth walked downstairs to the living room and laid down.

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Feeling a finger poking his left cheek, Booth opened his left eye to see who was standing next to him. Smiling, Booth saw Joshua standing in front of him with his right thumb in his mouth. Reaching over, Booth gently pulled Joshua's thumb out of his mouth and asked, "I thought we agreed that sucking your thumb was something babies did?"

Nodding his head, Joshua said, "I thirsty."

Sitting up, Booth rubbed his face and looked at the clock across the room. "Well little man, you guys let me sleep for an hour. Thanks."

Standing up, Booth walked into the kitchen with Joshua walking behind him. Once they were in the kitchen, Joshua walked over to the kitchen table and pulled himself up onto one of the chairs. Booth, watching Joshua, poured cold milk into a glass and brought it over to where Joshua was sitting.

Sitting down across from Joshua, Booth asked, "Did you and Christine have fun?"

Nodding his head, Joshua smiled and said, "I painted the kitty."

Smiling, Booth said, "That's great, I'll have to go upstairs and see it. Did you paint Boots?"

Nodding his head, Joshua said, "Yes, I painted Boots."

Leaning over, Booth patted Joshua on the shoulder and said, "I'm glad you're having fun, Joshua. Do you know what you would like for dinner?"

Smiling, Joshua said, "Hot dogs."

Shaking his head, Booth said, "Sorry Buddy. We had hot dogs last night. Aunt Tempe would kill me if I made hot dogs again."

Nodding his head, Joshua finished drinking his milk and dropped down from his chair. Walking across the room, Joshua stopped and stared at Booth and then left the room. Booth, picking up Joshua's glass, carried it to the dish washer and put it in the glass rack. Opening the fridge, Booth pulled out a coke and opened it. Brennan didn't want Joshua to drink sodas because he still wet the bed sometimes; so, Booth had to drink one when Joshua wasn't around. Leaning against the kitchen island, Booth saw Boots walk into the kitchen.

Looking down, Booth was puzzled about what he was seeing. Rubbing his eyes, Booth looked at Boots again. No his imagination hadn't run away from him. Boots was sitting next to his food bowl. Looking at Boots, Booth saw that the top of Boots' head was now red and his chest and front legs were florescent green. There was a blue stripe down Boots' back and there were some black dots on his shoulders.

"What the Hell?" Booth thought. Walking over to where Boots was sitting, Booth leaned over and picked Boots up. Purring, Boots butted Booth's chest. Looking closer, Booth could see that Boots was wearing poster paint.

"Shit, Bones is going to be pissed." Booth said. "Why the Hell didn't you run when Joshua came near you with paint? Where's your survival instinct you stupid cat?"

Knowing this was probably going to turn out badly, Booth carried Boots upstairs to the main bathroom and closed the door. Getting the baby shampoo from the bathtub, Booth put Boots in the sink and rubbed the baby shampoo into Boots' fur. Feeling like a total ass, Booth held onto Boots as tightly has he could and turned the water on softly. At first, Booth was able to wet Boots' fur and rub the shampoo in; but, after a few short minutes, Boots started growling and pulled against Booth's grip, scratching Booth's arms. Seeing that he was torturing the cat and himself Booth picked up the squirming cat and carried him over to the shower. Placing Boots inside, Booth closed the shower door and then pick up the stool that Joshua used to get closer to the sink and carried it over to the shower. Standing on the stool, Booth leaned over the shower door and turned on the shower.

Boots, pissed, started howling and running in circles. Booth, feeling terrible, said, "I'm not doing this to be mean, Boots. I have to get the paint out of your fur so you don't lick it off."

Waiting a few minutes, Booth looked into the shower to see that most of the paint was now off of a very wet Boots. Leaning in, Booth turned off the shower. Picking up a big towel, Booth opened the shower door and grabbed Boots. Putting him into the towel, Booth tried to dry off Boots. Boots, very angry, squirmed and growled. Booth, feeling that he had done the best job that he could, put Boots down and looked at him.

Boots, snapping his tail back and forth, walked over to the bathroom door and sat down, staring at Booth with a look of pure aggravation.

Walking across the room, Booth opened the door and watched Boots run out into the hallway. Sighing, Booth turned around and wiped down the shower with the towel and then folded it and put it on top of the clothes hamper.

After putting band-aids on three of the deeper scratches, Booth walked out of the bathroom and down the hallway. Stopping at Christine's room, Booth opened the door to see what Christine was doing. Seeing that she was asleep, Booth closed the door and continued to Joshua's room where he saw the boy painting on the poster board. Sighing, Booth walked in and sat down on Joshua's bed.

Frowning, Booth said, "Joshua, don't paint the kitty anymore. Do you understand? Painting Boots is bad."

Stopping his painting, Joshua nodded his head and then walked over to Booth. Handing his brush to Booth, Joshua said, "I love you."

Laughing, Booth said, "God, it didn't take you long did it?"

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What do you think?

A/N: Not to confuse anyone, where I live, we sometimes give much older cousins the title of aunt or uncle. It seems kind of disrespectful to call someone so much older than you are by their first name.