It was late, it must be after 10pm. And Christine working on her particulates and reports. Here's a very timid tap at the door. Startled by the noise because of the time, she scuffled towards her desk, pulled out her revolver, gets towards the door. She gets to the door through the eyepiece, and there is a very tired Hank booth at the entrance. She opens the door, looks both ways, and pulls her little brother in. She looks at him as though he had been up for the last 48 hours, settles have been locked the door. She already observed dark rings around his eyes, the unkemptness of his general appearance, and a gauntness of his arrival.

Christine looked back at him and said, "Okay, so what do you want to eat? It's a bit late for takeout. But I can scramble up something here quickly for you, something with protein. And that will stick to your stomach because it looks like you haven't eaten in a long time. And in fact, you haven't eaten means that you might have an upset stomach. And that would mean that we don't want to address the other issues." Hank, sitting in the chair, looked up at Christine and said, "wasn't I supposed to be the one who took care of people and made sure they ate? But you've taken that over?"

Christine smirked at him and said," Hank, I haven't taken anything over. I've been a disaster; I've been the worst sister in the world. The support to no one, you've supported Mom and Parker. So let me help you a bit. And we can get quickly to the point of why you're here at this late hour. So the fact of you looking like you got run over by a truck three or four times. I know something's up. And I want to hear it. But I also want to make sure you don't collapse on me." Hank smiled at her and said, "You know, they say that I was the one with the gentle heart, but you really are the one with that heart. I'm sorry. I said those things to the last family meeting, but I meant it." Christine looked at him and said, "Yes. I know you meant it. I meant everything I said also. I'm going to do better. Hank, I promise I will do better. I just need to make things good again. I just need to make sense; why are you here? You look stressed."

He looked like mom when she's on some case that she's primarily invested in.

"What's up?

And then he whispers at her. "I think I found the who and the what behind that?" Christine smirked and said, "so you've been working overtime finding out who killed Dad. But isn't everyone working on it?"

"Christina, Of course, everyone's working on it."

"But you're killing yourself. All right. Let's talk." As siblings sat there together, she'd already stirred up an omelet with his favourite selection of vegetables. And he goes to the particulate and his extrapolations on the arguments on these special moments. Christine, who had always been sensitive to both family traditions but also family weaknesses, allowed herself to pull out Dad's unique whiskey. That was the first time it had been out since the late-night Visit of Danny Beck some weeks before she poured out for herself two fingers of the good stuff and offered some to Hank, who rejected at saying, "I'm eating breakfast. I don't need to have something that makes me even more tired."

When they argued and counter-argued, the banter between the two brought to Christine's mind. Her father and her mother sat on the couch, discussing a case. And a little Christine figuring out that this wasn't a bad argument like she had heard from so many of the children at school, talking about their parents' fights, which usually ended up in divorce. There was the way that they worked things through, making things make sense. There was respect; Always respect. But what was more than the respect was that each respected the intelligence of the other. It wasn't something of aggression. It was a free flow of ideas. But the conclusions they came to sometimes scared little Christine very much.

Christine, although she had been a tiny child, remembered the period when her father was away. She now placed her mother sleeping in her mind's eye, actually not sleeping, crying herself to sleep. In the same way, Mum must be doing the same thing. She remembers her father coming back being very different than how he had been before. But this time, her father wasn't coming back. All these items flooded back to Christina and her memories. These are memories that she alone had. Hank didn't have any of these memories. Hank's recollections of her father are all good. Hank didn't have Dad in jail. It wasn't her father in the hospital who almost died. He didn't grow up with people asking if her father was a traitor. Hank concluded that a group hidden within the institutions in the government had put a hit on Booth.

They had connections within the FBI knowing what Booth's schedule was, knowing that he had had days off and would most likely be at ease at his own home. Christine knew he was speaking the truth. And as Hank drew out his conclusions, hoping that Christine would dispel them, prove them wrong, prove them senseless. Christine instead nodded her head, drank the good whiskey. And said, "Hank, I've been working on the same thing as you had for days. And I've already discovered a string; You have the theory. I've got some string. We need to find a means of pulling on it to figure out where it brings us, but I'm scared of where it brings us. Hank, you weren't even born. But Dad went to jail; You never saw the house. That Mighty Hut - destroyed.

Christine said. "I was small, but I still remember it all. I remember Dad working through all of his problems. I'm scared. I'm terrified. If we pull the string, who else is going to suffer? Is it going to be Mom? Are they going to destroy her house? Destroy her, kill her? Kill us. None of us are like Dad. None of us can do what he did. So how many bullets? Do you know how many bullets they pulled from Dad's chest? After mom told me all the stories, I know a couple of people, friends, and I found Dad's medical records, particularly that period, large range, attack rifle bullets, breaking through his body armour lodged in his body. How did he walk afterwards, how did he live? I have no idea. I'm not strong enough. I don't have to make that point. Hank, see ... "

The eclipse of the strength of a sister with a sense of despair deepened on the face of Christine, as he sat closer to his sister, gave her a hug and said, " but, Christine, you don't need to carry this alone. We're a family. We do things together. Now I know you've been working on it. And I have been working on it. Stupidly, I've been working alone. But I wanted to present you with something which you could empirically destroy. Now I see that I was wrong. Even working separately, you came to the same conclusion. In science, two distinct approaches, reaching the same answer means that we're right. I'm scared; I'm not Dad. I'm small and frail compared to Dad- But I do have something - I have faith; I have faith in all of you. Now, how do we bring this to Mum? Because you know that she's going to want to know all of the details. And it's going to stress her out considerably."

Christine, just let her hands on her sides, " I don't know. I don't know what to do. Parker is bound uptight. I asked him for a little bit of help. He almost had a nervous breakdown. I'll tell you about all the different pressures that he's under right now. But I need Parker. I need Parker to work through a profile for me."

And then Hank slid a paper out, And he said. "Actually, Parker did the profile for me. I think he was just angry at you. Parker is taking it really hard. But what you said. Even though he said he forgave you, he is still susceptible to what you said."

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. What do I need to do to get Parker's forgiveness? Hank just says, " Parker needs time. Many of us need time. I needed less. When I saw you were willing to throw your career away with the FBI for your family, for dad's legacy. I was certain that my sister was back. Our brother Parker, he's a psychologist. He works with people all the time, a lot of bad people, And he's a little bit cynical."

Christine got up and said, " would you like anything else to eat because you really need to eat." he had finished his omelette and said, "Well, do you have any cereal or anything?" So the little boy who lives in a big boy's body sat down with a huge bowl and devoured all of Christine's cereal that she had in her kitchen. It seemed that the damage that had kept Hank from eating, and sleeping was that he held this information from everyone. And once he had found himself validated by his sister, he now allowed himself to become human once again. While finishing his cereal, Christine slipped out of the room and prepared a bed for Hank. Whenever they got apartments to live in on their own, all the Booth kids always made it a point to have at least one guest bedroom so that their siblings or their parents could sleepover, just in case something happened. That was the problem with having the Booth name. It seems the disasters tend to follow them around. So, every one of them had a special guest room. And they all managed to leave stuff in each other's home so you could stay over at your siblings' place without a big issue. But Hank never left home. Hank stayed at home with Mom and had no plans to do anything else. Even more so now that Booth had passed away. So, Christine pulled out her cell phone and called up her mother. The first ring was a quick snap. "Christine?"

"Hi, Mom. It's me."

"Is there something wrong?"

"No, I'm sorry. It's late. I know. But I needed to call you."

"Just any time. What is the problem?"

" No problem, just that. Hank came over. He had been working late. And I got him some food, and Hank is now eating all my cereal. And I think he's gonna end up sleeping here. He looks drained."

And then there's a little laugh from Brennan, And she goes, "you know that I love my boys! He was working himself beyond the reach of what's healthy."

And Christine said, "Well, he is your boy."

And she laughed and continued, " Yeah, except I used to have both of them that would keep me in check. They'd made sure I would eat. Make sure I would sleep. Make sure I would leave the lab a decent hour. Hank has no one. And since you went to the FBI. It has been two of us basically living in a lab. We didn't go home much except when Booth was off."

This made Christine feel worse, "I'm sorry. How many times do I need to say it? Sorry."

"No, no, don't say sorry, Christine. It's just that Hank, like you, is very bright. And you both ran through the educational system Abnormally fast. Never having real friends, And also like me, he's not very good at making first impressions and beginning friendships. He's less prickly than I was. But he tends to have high demands upon friendships. And if you break important criteria for friendship, he breaks off the friendship and never repairs it. Hank, going to you for me is an amazing story of redemption. He has forgiven you, Christine. I didn't think that would happen. Really didn't. Christine. I'm so happy. I thought that Hank would end up going to Parker's place, trying to find a solution to the problem that he's trying to solve. But he went to you. So, consider that forgiveness. If he doesn't tell you himself while he's eating all your cereal, consider it said."

Christine laughed, saying, "Well, cereal can always be replaced, But brothers can't be."

Brennan said, " Well, that's very empirical of you and true at this point. I cannot give birth to another child. So yes, you can't replace him. But do take care of him. I'd like him back in the lab soon. I have a feeling he is not going to make it tomorrow morning. Because he's finally sleeping. He hasn't slept for days. Okay, I'll see you tomorrow." Brennan shut the phone.

Hank is now lying on the couch in a kind of post Coelum coma. Hank moaned, saying, "Oh, I'm not sure what I did to myself at all." Christine said, " like you ate too fast, you haven't eaten anything. And the blood sugars are just wreaking havoc. So, what I recommend is you go get your pyjamas on, and you're staying here tonight. And if you wake up in the morning -which I'm kind of doubting at this point -you can come with me to work or, you know, stay here, rest and get yourself back together. Again. If you want to look at my evidence on the case, I will give you the key to the safe where I kept it; the Notes are in there. That might be more constructive than just sitting here eating more cereal."

And then he groans and says, " Christine, did I eat all your cereal?" And then Christine's like, "yeah, you ate all my cereal, and you've eaten all my eggs. So tomorrow, I really have nothing to eat. But as I told mom, I can always get more cereal. I can't get another brother. And mom reminded me that she can't give birth to another child. So yes, I was correct."

And little Hank now laughing his head off on the couch. "Say I have no idea how Dad ever kept up with all the squint talk; That is crazy funny. how did he cope?" And then he just rolled over. Seeing the turn events, Christine grabbed him by the shoulders before he had a chance to fall asleep, " you're going to wash up, you're going to get changed, and you're going to bed, I'm not having you sleep on my couch." So she marched him into his room. He got changed, washed up, and he was in bed, asleep. You could hear his snores almost before he turned off his light. And then Christine pensively ruminated while sitting on the couch - Months ago, this never would have happened; I would have been by myself. But now I've got my family back. What have I done? What? How did I go so wrong?

She wrote down the remainder of her notes about the conversation with Hank. Placing them inside the safe, she cleaned up the kitchen and went off to bed herself.