(Sometime In the future)
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Christine was still fuming about her best friend ditching her for a boy at the mall when she exited her car and found her little brother pointing a toy gun at her. "What do you want Hank? Do you know you aren't supposed to point a gun at someone?"
With careful aim, Hank pulled on the trigger and yelled. "Bang, you're dead."
Not amused in the least, Christine shook her head. "You're eleven years old, Hank. Why don't you act like it?"
A little outraged with his sister, Hank started to protest. "Hey I shot you, so you're dead. You have to lie down on the ground now."
Her disbelief plain to see, Christine shook her head. "Are you insane? This is a new blouse. I'm not lying on the ground and get it dirty. Besides, you missed me."
His mouth sagged open momentarily and he stared at her in shock. "I didn't miss you. I'm like Dad. I can hit the eye of a fly if I want to. You're dead." Quickly, he aimed his toy pistol again and shouted once more, "Bang, bang."
Christine shook her head and laughed. "You're a terrible shot. You missed me again."
"I didn't miss." Hank stomped his foot. "You're dead."
Amused, the teenager shook her head and shifted the strap of her purse on her shoulder. "Well you're obviously a terrible shot since I'm not dead and I'm standing right here . . . undead." Chuckling, she walked past him towards the house. "It's embarrassing, Hank. Really embarrassing."
The boy watched his sister walk by him and frowned. "You used to play with me."
"I'm sixteen years old, Hank. I'm an adult now." Christine turned and shook her head. "I don't play games anymore."
After his sister entered the house, Hank put his toy gun in his holster and crossed his arms. "She's no fun anymore, darn it."
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Moping, Hank slouched down next to his father on the couch and sighed. Engrossed in the game, Booth hadn't heard the sigh the first time, but when the boy sighed harder he turned his attention towards his son. "What's wrong, Hank?"
"Chrissy won't play with me." Hank stared in sadness at his father. "She says she's an adult and she doesn't play games anymore."
He had known that the five year difference was probably going to be a problem, but he had hoped his daughter would at least try to get along with her little brother. "Well, that's too bad for her. I'm an adult and I still like to play games and so does your Mom. I play hockey and your Mom and me like to play board games and water games . . . anyway, adults play games . . . Do you want me to play with you?"
A smile now breaking out, Hank stood up. "Yes, Dad. Thank you. Can we play cowboys?"
"We sure can." Booth looked over at the island where Brennan was working on some notes for a speech she was going to give in a few weeks. "Hey Bones. Hank and I are going to play cowboys. Want to play with us?"
Surprised, Brennan looked up and saw the grin on her husband's face. "Yes, I think I would. Would you like to wear costumes while we play?"
"Well sure." Booth stood up. "I still have that jacket and hat from when we went undercover as Buck and Wanda. I know you still have your hat and that black dress. Hank can wear his hat and I think I have a vest he can use."
Excited, Hank jumped up and down. "Oh Boy, this is cool."
His hand on his son's shoulder, Booth nodded his head. "We can barbeque some hamburgers and tofu burgers while we're at it."
"Should we invite Christine to play with us?" Brennan had overheard Hank's conversation with his father and wanted to see what Booth wanted to do about it.
"Nah, she told Hank she doesn't play games anymore." Booth moved over to the island, ran his hand down her back towards her hips and chuckled. "She doesn't know what she's missing."
"Booth, behave." Brennan felt a shiver run down her spine. "Let's go get dressed and then decide what our games will consist of."
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Booth had set up a sawhorse in the backyard and was showing his son how to throw a lasso. Brennan was busy setting up a board on two boxes. Her intention was to set up a bar and pretend to sell beer to her husband and son. The pitcher actually contained tea, but it was a game after all.
Whooping with glee, Hank clapped his hands when his father successfully roped the saw horse. "Oh Boy, now let me try."
Booth handed the rope with a noose on one end to his son and moved the boy closer to the sawhorse. "Okay Pardner, anytime you're ready."
Hank threw the noose and missed. Quickly moving the noose back into his hand, Hank laughed. "I'll try again." Moving a few inches closer, this time he was successful. "I did it."
Happy for his son, Booth patted him on the shoulder. "Way to go Hank."
Booth had already set up the barbeque grill and it was slowly cooking some hamburgers, vegetable kabobs, a steak and some corn on the cob. While that was cooking, Brennan finished setting up her bar and pounded her fists on the plank. "Step right up pardners. I have beer for sale."
Excited her boy ran over to the bar and slapped a penny down on top. "I'll have a beer."
Her teeth flashed in a quick smile, Brennan filled up a glass with tea and handed it to her small son. "Here you go."
Amused, Booth rummaged around in the cooler near the grill and pulled out a bottle of beer. Before he could open it, Brennan slapped the bar with the palm of her hand. "Booth . . . I mean Buck, you must buy my beer. That beer is for later when we eat dinner."
One eye closed and with the other aimed at his wife, Booth stared at her debating with himself. Finally giving in, he placed the bottle back in the cooler and walked over to the bar. "This better be good beer."
Brennan held out her hand. "You have to pay first, please."
After he handed over a nickel, Booth drank some of the tea, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and glared at Brennan. "Where's my change there barkeep? You trying to cheat me?"
Since she didn't have any change, Brennan shook her head. "It costs a nickel if you're over twelve years old."
Hank laughed and poked his father's ribs with his finger. "Ha, Dad I mean Buck. I can buy more beer than you can with a nickel."
His gaze menacing, Booth glared at the bartender. "That's highway robbery."
Brennan shrugged her shoulders. "Not really. It's my business. I can charge what I want to."
Rushing around the bar, Booth picked up Brennan on his shoulder and held her there. "Well I'm taking you to the hoosegow, you black hearted thief."
She shrieked with laughter and shouted at her husband. "Put me down, Buck."
Hank jumped up and down and laughed while his parents started fussing at each other.
The noise in the backyard too much to ignore, Christine opened the back door and watched her father place her mother down on the ground, turn and run from her towards the oak tree. "You have to catch me first." She heard him yell and her mother and brother started to chase Booth around the yard.
Christine was drawn to the fun they were having and wanted to play too. "What are you doing?"
Booth stopped and grabbed Brennan to prevent her from knocking him down. "We're playing cowboys. Do you want to play?"
Realizing that there was too much fun going on without her, Christine smiled and ran into the backyard. "Yes, I would."
Shocked, Hank turned to face his sister. "I thought you don't play anymore."
Christine shook her head, raced over to where her mother was standing, tagged her and raced away. "I guess I was wrong . . . You're it Mom."
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A little something I thought of on a rainy day. Let me know what you think of my story. Thank you.
