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This is a missing scene, an issue I wished got addressed before the show ended.

Hank

The little boy in his father's arms squirmed, not wanting to be carried any further.

"Down Daddy!" Hank Booth pointed to the ground.

"I'll put you on your feet if you promise you'll hold my hand."

The little boy nodded.

Satisfied, Booth set his two-and-a-half year-old on his feet, then held out two of his fingers. Hank wrapped his small hand round his father's fingers. The father in him warned his playful young son as they resumed their walk. "Watch the ground, it's a little uneven."

Booth slowly led Hank past the myriad of headstones until they came to the one he was looking for. Booth stopped, taking in a breath. The gravity of the moment had not hit him till now. Beside him, little Hank also stopped, his hand still holding tightly to his father's fingers. He looked up, as if wondering why they had stopped in front of the grey stone. Struck with guilt but not wanting Hank to see him upset, he blinked back tears. Booth heard the sound of grass crunching, then shortly after felt Brennan's hand close round his wrist, her thumb soothing over his tattoo, providing him with the support she knew he needed.

"What's this Mommy?" Hank asked pointing to the headstone.

Brennan crouched down behind him, a hand on his small shoulder. "This is where your great-grandfather was buried. He's – "

"He's gone to heaven Tiger." Booth finished the sentence for his wife.

Brennan offered Booth a smile. "Yes. He's in a better place now."

Booth smiled back at Brennan, relieved that she had not started explaining how Pops' body had started decomposing and returning to the earth.

"Like Grandpa?"

"Yeah like Grandpa." Booth replied, ruffling the hair on his son's head.

"Here, take this," Brennan handed Hank the bouquet of flowers in her hand. Hank took the flowers, allowing Brennan to guide him to place them at the headstone. "These are for Pops."

"Pops." Hank repeated after his mother.

Booth smiled sadly. "Pops."

Hank started to get restless and Booth scooped him up into his arms. "Pops would've loved to meet you buddy. You know you were named after him." Booth pressed a kiss to his son's head. "You have big shoes to fill but I'm sure you're up to it."

Hank not quite understanding what Booth was saying but detecting his father's sombre tone, patted Booth's cheek.

"Go down." Hank pointed to the ground again. The little boy was a bundle of endless energy and he was at the age where he was curious about everything.

Booth hugged Hank then set him on his feet again. Brennan reached to take Hank's hand. "Go there Mommy!" Hank tugged at Brennan.

"Just give Mommy and Daddy some time Hank. We'll go there in a minute." Thankfully a caterpillar wriggling on a blade of grass caught Hank's eye and he crouched down to observe it.

Brennan wrapped an arm round Booth's waist. "I know this is difficult for you Booth."

Booth sighed. "Yeah but I've been putting it off long enough. And, it's time Pops met his namesake doncha think?"

Brennan nodded.

"Listen Bones, I know I've said this before but I really appreciate what you did for Pops. For me."

"It was the least I could do. You were in prison."

"Yeah. I'm just… "Booth clenched his fists, still angry that because of his incarceration, he could not have been there when Pops died. "I should've been there when he went. He was always there for me."

"You're right. It wasn't fair. But his death was sudden. I visited him a week before he died and he was optimistic you would be cleared of all charges and released soon."

"He was right, but I was still too late. I couldn't even be there at his funeral."

"He knew you loved him."

Booth nodded. At their feet, Hank grew restless again and started to wander away.

"We won't be far."

Brennan started after Hank, leaving Booth alone at the grave.

Booth crouched down, wiping away a tear that finally fell. "I'm so sorry Pops that I couldn't be there when you passed. I'm sorry I couldn't be there at your funeral… I'm sure Bones… she did a good job. And Jared was there so that's something. I shouldn't have waited till now to come visit you. I just… I felt so guilty… and angry… I was afraid that you would be ashamed of me. I mean Dad and Jared they weren't exactly boy scouts but I'm the only Booth who's managed to get himself thrown into jail. I'm sorry Pops. I should've been there… if I wasn't locked up, I could've been there with you…"

Booth buried his face in his hands, allowing the grief that he had held inside for three years to wash over him. After some time, he felt a hand smooth his shoulder. He sniffed and wiped at his tears, then placed a hand to cover Brennan's. He took a breath, taking a moment to compose himself before rising to his feet. Hank, now in his mother's arms, seemed content to just sit on her hip, staring into the distance.

Brennan linked her fingers with Booth's. "I'm sure Pops doesn't blame you. There's no need to feel guilty. When I visited him, he never once said he was angry at you or ashamed for that matter. He firmly believed you were incarcerated for something you should not have been held accountable for. And if what you believe is true, Pops has been watching over us all this time. He probably would tell you if he could that he disagrees with what you just said."

Booth smiled sadly at his wife. "Thanks Bones. I know you don't believe in this stuff and coming from you? It means a lot."

Brennan smiled back at her husband. "I'm sure Pops is pleased that we named our son after him. His legacy lives on in you and Hank."

Booth turned to the headstone again. "I'm gonna make sure Hank grows up to be a good man, just like you Pops."

"And I'll help."

Booth smiled, turning to Brennan. "I know you will."

"Daddy." Hank reached for his father. Booth took Hank from Brennan. "I'm gonna tell you all about Pops, and you're gonna learn what a great man he was."

"Pops!" Hank said again.

"That's right. And he loves you very much."

Booth turned to Brennan, hooking a finger under her chin, he tilted her head towards his and gave her a tender kiss.

"Thanks Bones, for making me do this. I've been putting this off for way too long."

The Bones he first knew, before they got together, would have scoffed at the need for closure but today, he was reminded that she had changed just as she had changed him by just being in his life.

"Chrissy?" Hank asked, pointing at his father's truck.

"Yeah, we're gonna join your sister and Uncle Aubrey at the diner."

Booth gave one last look at the headstone. Pressing a kiss to two of his fingers, he touched the top of the headstone with the same two fingers.

"I'm the man I am today because of you Pops. I just wish I had the chance to tell you."

"He knew." Brennan assured him.

"I love you Pops." Booth gave the grave one last look before turning to their car.

Brennan linked arms with Booth as they walked. "You know I'll always be indebted to Pops too."

"Why's that?"

"He helped turn you into the man you now are, a wonderful husband and father. When your mother left and he kicked you father out, Hank could have chosen not to care. To leave you and Jared to the foster system. But he didn't. Our children and I are reaping the benefits of his life that he invested in you."

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