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Stoically, Danny sat behind Booth's desk and watched the video playing out before him. After jotting a few notes on a piece of paper, he stopped the video and pulled out the flash drive from the USB port. Holding it up, the CIA agent asked, "Can I keep this?"
Pushing away from the file cabinet he'd been leaning against, Booth motioned for his friend to get up out of his chair, "Well, I sure as hell don't want it." After Danny moved around the desk and sat down on the chair by the door, Booth reclaimed his chair and turned to face his friend, "I have a daughter and if I found out someone was messing with my daughter like that . . . I'd kill him. I'd kill him and I'd get Bones to help me get rid of the body. You'd never find him either."
The flash drive now in his jacket pocket, Danny responded, "We have no idea if the girl is really a girl or not. She could be fifteen and she could be seventeen or eighteen."
Disgusted, Booth shook his head, "I know a kid when I see one and besides I had Bones look at the video and she says the girl can't be older than fourteen. Charles Ruby is forty six years old. The guys a pedophile as far as I'm concerned."
"Well, I'm pretty sure his career is over anyway." Shaking his head, Danny glanced at the doorway, got up, closed the door and sat back down. "If this had taken place in this country I'd have him arrested for carnal knowledge of a child but it was in Japan. All I can do is forward this to the police in Tokyo and let them handle it." Curious, he asked Booth, "Are you guys going to keep looking into Sarah Curtis' murder?"
Nodding head, Booth replied, "Definitely. Charles Ruby pointed us in a new direction so that's where we'll look next. Nake doesn't believe that Akio Himura would have had Sarah killed to keep him from investigating a murder, but . . . well, I think it's possible. If it wasn't him or one of his people then we may be at a dead end."
A sigh escaping him, Danny shook his head, "If you need any help you let me know. I want Sarah's killer and I'll help you anyway I can."
Please with Danny's offer, Booth smiled, "Thanks. If you can call Angela she may need your help. I appreciate it."
Standing, Danny smiled, "Sarah deserves justice, Booth. I'm glad you and your people are working the case." Opening the door, Danny glanced back, "You ever get tired of your job, come and see me. We could use you at the CIA."
Shaking his head, Booth responded, "Thanks, but I'm happy here."
His eyes darting around the room, Danny looked back at Booth, "I could probably get you a bigger office."
Chuckling, Booth shook his head, "This one is big enough for now, thanks."
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Holding Christine's hands while she tried to stand and move her feet towards the coffee table, Booth kept her from falling as she babbled her pleasure. Amused, Booth shook his head, "Just don't try this without me sweetheart, you're not ready to fly solo yet."
Curious, Parker sat on the couch and watched as his sister walked on her toes, "Is she too young to walk? My friend Nathan's sister didn't start walking until she was a year old."
Proud of his children, Booth smiled, "Well, Christine is ten months old and that isn't too young to walk. Pops said that both Jared and I were walking with the help of furniture when we were around ten months old and you were walking when you were about ten and half months. Everyone is different. Some walk later than others."
A squeal ringing around the room, Booth looked down to see his daughter standing against the coffee table and looking at him with displeasure. Laughing, he leaned down and helped her place her hands on the coffee table. "Hold on and don't fall."
Sitting on the couch behind her, Booth held his hands out ready to catch his little girl if she fell, "You were a handful when you started to walk. Man, it was all I could do to keep you from tearing up my apartment. You opened every drawer you could get open and I was always putting things back where they belonged. I had to move all my cleaning supplies on top of the fridge just to keep them out of your hands."
A sparkle in his eyes, Parker laughed, "Nathan's sister gets into everything too. She tore up one of his school books and his mother had to buy a new one."
Glancing over at the row of comic books on this bookshelf, Booth frowned, "Um, good point. I better box up my graphic novels and put them where she can't get to them until she gets past the destructive age."
Amazed, Parker shook his head, "Boy, babies are a lot of work."
Snorting, Booth moved to catch his daughter as she fell. Lifting her in his arms, he checked her arm to make sure she didn't bruise it when she fell, "Tell me about it. It's all part of being a parent. Wait until you have a kid someday, you'll see."
Laughter erupting from his, Parker assured his father, "No way, Dad. I'm never getting married or having kids. I don't think it would be any fun."
Placing his daughter back on her feet near the coffee table, Booth made sure she had a firm grip on the table and sat back down, "You're eleven. Believe me, you'll change your mind."
Rolling his eyes, Parker stood up and walked towards the kitchen, "No I won't." Entering the kitchen, the boy found Brennan slicing some vegetables, "When are we going to eat dinner?"
Her eyes on her knife, Brennan replied, "It will probably be ready in an hour. If you'd like a small snack, there are some apples and oranges on the counter near the fridge."
Stepping over to the counter, Parker grabbed an apple and bit into it, "Boy, I'm hungry."
Placing the mixed vegetables in a sauté pan, Brennan assured him, "It's only been five hours since you ate lunch and you did have a snack at three."
Unimpressed, Parker swallowed his bite of apple, "Yeah and it's six now."
Chuckling, Brennan pointed at the fridge, "If you can hold on for another hour, we'll have dinner and afterward we're having some pecan ice cream and peach cobbler for dessert."
Licking his lips, Parker gushed, "Oh boy, I love peach cobbler."
Glancing towards the living room, Brennan responded, "So does your father, so if you want any make sure you get some after dinner. Chances are Booth will eat a large portion tonight and he has been known to eat cobbler for breakfast."
His apple almost gone, Parker took another bite and nodded his head. His mouth full, Parker talked around the apple, "Yeah, I've seen him do that too. Mom won't let me do it. She says cobbler is not breakfast."
The vegetables sizzling in the pan, Brennan stirred them to make sure they didn't burn, "I agree with your mother, but Booth is an adult and I can't forbid him." Leaning closer towards Parker she lowered her voice, "Of course, I've become very good at hiding certain foods from your father and I do try to make sure he eats healthy most of the time."
Laughing, Parker shook his head, "Poor Dad, he sure can raise a fuss when he can't find something."
Leaning on the doorframe, his daughter in his arms, Booth interrupted them, "You better not hide my cobbler, Bones. I plan to eat that for breakfast as well as dinner and if I can't find it I will raise hell."
His eyes darting from his father to his step-mother, Parker exclaimed, "Busted."
Unconcerned, Brennan continued to stir her vegetables, "I can't help it if the cobbler is in the fridge and you can't find it."
Glowering at her, Booth growled, "Don't hide my cobbler, Bones. Not unless you want me to be in a really bad mood tomorrow and you know what a pain in the ass I am when I'm in a bad mood."
Thinking it over, Brennan nodded her head, "I won't hide your cobbler."
Triumphant, Booth grinned, "It's got fruit in it, so it's not like I'm going to eat junk food for breakfast."
Rolling her eyes, Brennan sighed.
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