Upon reaching home, they were greeted with a hive of activity.

"Dr. B "yelled Hodgkin's. "Where is the funeral going to be held. "

"Mom, is it going to be a church basement for lunch following the burial? "Sweetie, we have so much to talk about."

Brennan asked everyone to please take a seat at her dinner table, and she explained what was going on. Everyone looked at Christine, who typically told everyone what to do; she was seated quietly this time. She looked toward her mom, asking Parker to come with her outside with his obituary. Moments later, everyone could hear her voice raise as she read it. "This, this is the obituary you wrote. This is a piece of garbage! This is an obituary written for some paper-pushing loser, not my father, Seeley Booth. Our dad was a bloody hero, and his own kids don't even know! "

"Angela, look alarmed; the low growl was a Booth thing; it was something you didn't forget; she remembered it during the highly stressful Gravedigger case. That Growl came out when Booth found that the others were not dedicated to finding Brennan and Hodgins. It was Booth's way of communicating to the others; they weren't getting it. Brennan broke the silence., "Angela, Christine has recognized, and Parker is old enough to know better. "Then Brennan addressed Christine, "all right, Christine, are we back? " Cristina was with me today speaking with some people who knew your father and others who are helping to set things straight! " Angela heard the last word, and she was going to the florist immediately with Christine for the lowdown on what just happened. "Dr. B, has the church been contacted? Which day are we doing the deed? "

"We are awaiting confirmations, but what I do know is the following: the Cardinal Archbishop of Washington along with his auxiliaries and the archbishop cardinal of Philadelphia will be conducting the funeral, it will be either on Friday or on Saturday. The Secretary of Defence will be making sure he has full military funeral honours befitting either a major or a lieutenant-general of the army. The President desires to attend but has yet to be able to confirm. With that said, without much fanfare, Christine's glare towards Parker was palpable; it almost had teeth. "My father is a bloody hero, war hero, and FBI Legend. He lived with us like some simple guy who mows lawns. They should make a statue of him.

Then, as if making an oath, she said, "the next Joe who comments that my dad took advantage of some lab rat, squinty individual… I swear I will kill them. Nobody will ever speak disrespectfully of my family in my presence or help me God; I will kill them."

At this moment, there was a knock at the door; James Aubrey walked through and extended his greetings to all at the table; he went immediately and hugged Brennan. And then walked by the self-righteous Christine. And stood at the other side of the table. No one knew how long he had been just outside of the conversational circle. But it seems he had heard enough. His face was tinged with red; his eyes obviously had suffered many tears. But he was angry, and he turned towards Christine, his subordinate in the FBI. "When I heard people down on the Farm, people talking, people taking swings at Booth. I thought things were under control, knowing that a Booth was on the Farm. Booth is my friend! Booth was my mentor! Your mother picked me to replace him when she could no longer go out on the field as much as she wanted. It was a tough time for your father. So, I had his back. Sweets had just been murdered. Your dad just got out of jail, almost being murdered in prison. And his daughter, his own daughter, couldn't carry his water. When your dad heard you tried to sign up as a Brennan, he was proud. He was thinking that you were trying to tough it out. But I started hearing, I heard things, that you thought your dad was some useless paper pusher… I almost lost it- I did lose it. I called your father; I was trying to understand what to do. You guys are our royalty at the FBI – – in the right places – – you guys are it. Agents have lined up to have the opportunity to work with your father, to learn how to do it right, be honourable, and do it the Booth way. You were embarrassed; you were embarrassed about having Seeley Booth as your father? My God, help me. Your dad told me, "Please don't tell her anything, don't tell anyone." He continued, "Bones taught me many things many years ago; you can't fix people like that. I'm afraid for her. I don't wanna push her; I'm afraid that she might become Jared." Shocked, confronted with a face of disbelief, her father thought she was becoming Jared; her mother worried about the same thing. Who was Jared, a useless entitled kid who refused to take care of himself who blamed everyone? Who tried to poison the relationship between her parents because he wanted something else? Jared was the anti-Booth, Christine was thinking, was she the Anti-Booth too? Was she the embarrassment? Wasn't she given everything on a Silver Platter, and only today was the beginning of her moment of understanding? Her world was crashing down upon her. She looked at Parker and whispered a quiet apology. Looking at the ground, she said nothing more. But Aubrey, who for years was forbidden to speak to her because Booth feared turning his daughter to something worse, continues to speak, "but when that loser crossed every line, and you actually did something which made me think you could be a Booth. I expelled that loser with cause; I called that sorry loser's dad and explained what happened. His father apologizes to me. He couldn't believe his joke of a child could have said those things about Booth. He showed more family honour than I have ever seen from you, Missy. Your father, your dad, would have killed if someone touched your mother. I could tell you stories; he is the legend. Gangbangers! Word on the street amongst these lowlifes. Booth and the scientist lady don't touch! He will kill you; he will hunt you down! He will hurt everybody you know. If you look at her... he could torture you and everybody - he is crazy! But you? I'm tired of you, protecting you, and you let some lowlife, scum, punk, speak trash about your parents, about your mother... about Booth." Silence took the room.

Finally, Hank spoke up. The small Booth, bookish, brilliant, who adored his parents and his siblings. The look of absolute disappointment in his crystal blue eyes was clear; tears welled in his eyes. "Chrissy say it isn't true." Her only reply was, "I spoke with mom already." and she looked around. She straightened her back, grabbed her keys and left the house.

Aubrey spoke once again, "I see Booth's worry. Booth deserves the truth and a parade. I have been for years trying to see if I could get to the bottom of him. Layer after secret layer of missions and paperwork. You guys need to be proud of him." Finally, the phone rang then a couple of cell phones chirped. A new Uniform for Booth, for his funeral, Major Seeley Joseph Booth sounded right, full honours, all the awards that had been hidden away for years would be shown on that day. Two archbishops confirmed, full military funeral confirmed. Brennan said she needed to work on her eulogy. So, she stood up and walked to Booth's office -locked herself in his domain. All that could be heard through the walls of that office was the is the pitter-patter of her keyboard, quiet tears and the sighing, "Booth."

After a couple of hours, she called out for Parker to come into the office. Parker came in; he had been crying, Brennan reached for him, but he refused her embrace. "No! Christine doesn't consider me a part of this family. It is true. I am not your son. My father is dead. My birth mother used me as a tool to hurt my father. You all will be happier without me. "

Brennan couldn't believe what she heard, "Not accurate! Don't you ever say that again! Your father would die again if he ever heard that! Christine has had it more manageable, so much easier than you. Her life has been more straightforward. I don't believe you ever had the same misgivings about Booth as she has. You saw your father fight for you; make time for you. You're not Christine; looking at you as a child convinced me that he was an excellent father. If there was going to be someone leaving the house today, it's Christine. She has your father's temper and Jared's stupidity. Today, I needed her to see, but you already know. I spoke to people she respects and adores; They appreciated your father; you had no need for that. When she realized she needed to be correct, so you were the target. But Aubrey wouldn't have it. Aubrey has known you since you were small. Aubrey has been mad about Christine for years. He keeps tabs, talks to me, speaks to dad – – a lot. Couldn't keep it quiet with Christine. He lost it. I will speak to him tomorrow. But my young writer and profiler, tell me what you think of my eulogy.