( Sometime in the future )

A/N: I had a few requests for a story that covered the first time Booth pulled his kids from a school. I hope you like it. Remember these stories aren't being told in chronological order.

I don't own Bones.

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Booth entered the Principal's office and spotted his son sitting on a chair near the counter, his cheeks wet from spilled tears. "Hank are you okay?"

A little confused as to why he wasn't in class, Hank shrugged his shoulders and slowly stood up. "I think so Daddy. The teacher brought me here and told me I had to wait for you or Mommy to come, but I don't know why. I promise I didn't do anything wrong."

Confused himself, Booth took Hank's hand in his hand and walked closer to the counter to talk to the assistant. "I was called to come down to the school about my son Hank Booth. I want to know what's going on and why he's sitting out here crying."

"Mr. Booth, the principal asked to speak to you. She's on the phone, but she should be available shortly."

"It's FBI Assistant Deputy Director Booth and I don't have time to waste." Booth glanced at his watch. "If she's not out here in five minutes I'm leaving and I'm taking Hank with me. You asked me to come here, I didn't ask for any meetings."

The menacing tone sent a chill through the young woman and she felt that the principal should take care of the situation. Quickly knocking on the inner office door of her supervisor, the assistant opened the door, disappeared inside then quickly reappeared. "She's available now."

A quick glance at his watch, Booth shook his head, walked around the counter and over to the Principal's office, Hank following him. Once they were in the room, Booth stood staring at the principal. "Dr. Hanes, you called me and I'm here. In case you don't remember me, FBI Assistant Deputy Director Booth."

Used to parents showing up in a bad or angry mood, Principal Hanes pointed towards the chair in front of her desk. "Would you take a chair, Mr. Booth?"

"Agent Booth and I'm fine." Booth stared at the principal and decided that Dr. Hanes was going to be her usual prick of a self. "Why am I here? What has Hank done this time?"

Since she didn't want to give Booth an advantage, Dr. Hanes stood up and pointed at the young boy. "Hank brought an inappropriate object to Show and Tell today." Turning, she removed a cloth covering an object sitting on the credenza behind her and placed it on her desk. "As you can see it is very inappropriate. We do not allow pornographic images in this building. We have very young children here. I'm surprised you have something like this in your house. You do have two young children."

His eyes glitterering with dislike, Booth shook his head. "That is a 500 year old statue of an Inca fertility god. I don't remember his name, but it sure as hell isn't pornographic. And for your information, we keep that on a shelf in our bedroom." Pausing he looked at it and frowned. "Where's the front part of him?"

Her dislike for Booth just as great as his for her, Dr. Hanes sniffed. "You may not consider it pornography, but I do and Hank shouldn't have brought it to school . . . as for his appendage, there was an unfortunate accident and Ms. Schell broke it off when she took it away from Hank."

"Look, this is a school and Hank was told to bring something that was old or historical from home for show in tell." The statue was going to be the source of tension between his wife and himself and Booth knew that there was no way around it. "I thought he was going to bring some of his great-grandfather's medals, but I guess he wanted to bring something really old."

"I wanted to bring something super old, Daddy." Hank stared at the broken statue and he knew his mother was going to be furious with him. "I didn't break it, Daddy. Ms. Schell did while she yelled at me and told me I was a nasty boy."

Placing his hand on his son's head, Booth shook his head. "Hank you're not nasty and Ms. Schell had no right to say that, but you should have brought the medals. You know Mommy doesn't like you to touch her antiques. That statue is over 500 years old. Now he's broke. You have to leave Mommy's stuff alone."

"Mr. Booth . . ." Dr. Hanes was a busy woman and this was taking too much of her valuable time.

"Agent Booth." Booth held open his credentials. "Would you like me to call you Mrs. Hanes?"

Irritated, the principal shook her head. "Agent Booth, Hank is going to be suspended for two days for bringing inappropriate material to school. We will not tolerate having pornography in this school."

A rather menacing smile on his face, Booth moved over to where the statue sat and picked it up along with the broken appendage. "This statue is over 500 years old and I'm pretty sure my wife will be contacting you sometime today as well as Hank's teacher. As for Hank being suspended, well that's your option. He brought a historical statue to school per his teacher's request. This is not pornography and you damn well know it or at least you should. If you don't understand the difference then why are you in education?"

Sniffing, Dr. Hanes glowered at Booth. "I have young children to protect. The age of an object doesn't preclude it from being pornographic. My decision is final. Hank may come back to school on Friday."

"Come on Hank." Booth guided his son from the room and once they were in the hallway, Booth squatted down and hugged his weeping son. "Hank, you did something wrong, but there's no need to cry about it. Let's go to your room and collect your stuff."

Hugging his father, Hank chocked out. "Mommy is going to be so mad at me."

Sad for his son, Booth picked him up and hugged him. "Don't cry, Hank. Mommy isn't going to be happy with her broken statue, but she won't be angry with you. Dr. Hanes and Ms. Schell are probably going to get an earful from Mommy though." Placing the boy on the floor, he patted his shoulder. "Okay, let's go get your stuff."

Once he was in his classroom, Hank walked over to the closet in the back and grabbed his backpack. He then walked over to his desk and placed everything on the desk in his bookbag while his classmates and his teacher watched. Once he was done, he walked back to the front of the classroom and said goodbye.

Ms. Schell, wary of Hank's father, scowled at the boy, but didn't go near him. "I'll see you Friday. Maybe the next time you will behave appropriately."

Clearing his throat, Booth drew the teacher's attention back to him. "Hank won't be back. Calling my boy nasty in front of his friends was wrong and you know it. My wife, Dr. Temperance Brennan will probably be calling you today or tomorrow." Holding up the statue, Booth smiled. "This statue is over 500 years old and is registered with the Jeffersonian Institute as an antiquity. I hope you have a good lawyer."

The blood rushing from her face, Ms. Schell stammered at the Agent. "I . . . it was an accident . . . Hank shouldn't have brought it to school. It's . . . it's bad . . ."

"It's historical and it's very valuable." Booth shook his head. "You should have just told Hank to place it back in his book bag. You are a teacher for God's sake. You really need to learn the difference between pornography and historical treasures. You and Principal Hanes." Taking his son's hand, Booth left the room and left a very nervous teacher behind.

Once they were in the hallway, Booth looked up and down the hallway. "Which way to Christine's room?"

Pointing down the hallway, Hank sniffed. "Are we really leaving school? I'm sorry for being bad."

"Hank, you weren't bad. You just did something a little bit naughty." As he moved down the hallway, Booth realized that he was going to have to take a couple of days off to register his children at a new school. He thought the academy that Daisy's son went to might be good enough, but he needed to talk to her first. "Please don't touch Mommy's statues and other stuff without her permission. She's not going to be happy about the broken bit, but you didn't break it, so don't worry about it . . . I can't let you and your sister stay in a school that treats historical stuff like trash and I won't allow anyone to call you names not even adults . . . Your mother would have my hide on a wall, if I didn't pull you from here. You know she's all about history and bones and the truth and stuff . . . still, don't touch Mommy's old stuff anymore, okay?"

"Okay." Hank pointed at his sister's room and sighed. "Chrissy studied for a big test today. She's going to be mad at me if she doesn't get to take the test."

Booth knocked on the classroom door and opened it. Moving over to the teacher sitting at his desk, Booth leaned over and said quietly. "I'm here to withdraw my daughter from this school." Waving at his daughter, Booth spoke louder. "Christine, get all of your stuff. You're no longer going to this school."

Shocked, Christine gathered her things, placed them in her bookbag and glanced around the room. Once she had waved to some of her friends, she moved over to where her father was standing. "Why Dad?"

Booth leaned over, showed the statue to his daughter and stage whispered. "Ms. Schell broke this. Your mother is going to raise hell about it and I'd rather withdraw you and Hank from this school before Mommy talks to Ms. Schell and Dr. Hanes."

Wisely, Christine nodded her head. "Oh boy."

"Yeah, oh boy." His children following him out of the room, Booth spoke loud enough for both of them to hear him. "New rule, anyone touches Mommy's stuff without her permission loses a month's allowance. No exceptions."

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Holding the two pieces of her fertility god statue in her hands. Brennan sighed. "I guess you got your wish."

Startled, Booth shook his head. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"You did tell me once that we should cut the penis off." Brennan held up the appendage. "The statue is really exquisite and now it is heavily damaged. Ms. Schell apologized profusely, but of course I had to tell her it's value and then she cried. She was under the impression I was going to sue her . . . why would she think that?"

Honesty the best policy when it came to dealing with his wife, Booth sat down on the bed and crossed his legs. "I told her you might. I was angry . . . she called Hank a nasty boy for bringing the statue to Show and Tell."

"Oh well in that case, even though your threat was meaningless and I won't sue her, she did need to be reprimanded in some way for that alone." Brennan placed the parts on the dresser. "I'll see if the restoration department can fix it."

"I told the kids if they touch your statues and stuff without your permission, they're going to lose a month's allowance." Booth glanced at the shelf holding a fertility goddess from the middle east somewhere and a figurine from South America. "I know you like this stuff, but we have kids and they don't really understand boundaries very well. You might want to put them up until Hank is older."

Brennan shook her head. "Children need to be exposed to historical treasures. It will help them to understand the historical value of objects from foreign cultures. I don't want to deprive them of such beautiful objects."

"Well, okay." Booth stood up and glanced at the broken statue. "The kids start at Little Seeley's school on Monday. They have a great science program and Daisy says that the school is supposed to be the best in the District . . . we'll see."

A timid knock on the door and the couple turned to see their son standing in the doorway. Holding his piggy bank in his hands, Hank walked over to where his mother was standing and handed it to her. "Here Mommy, I hope this will pay for the statue."

"Thank you, Hank. I'm sure it will."

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