A/N: I had some requests for a sequel for chapter 23. I hope this what you wanted.

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Angela had checked the history on Christine's computer and what she found was just a little disturbing. Before she had gone through the history, Brennan had given her what information she had managed to get out of her daughter. Two boys named Harry Sullivan and Ryan Patterson had met Christine and Emma through Instagram. Some pictures had been posted and soon they were emailing and messaging each other. This lasted for three months until Emma had mentioned the tickets to the play in New York. The boys had thought it would be a great time to meet and had asked the girls to drive up to New York the next weekend. They had all agreed to meet at the play with the boys promising to take them out to dinner after the play. Their treat. Angela had accessed all the emails that had been exchanged between the four young people and she thought the boys had been very manipulative.

Angela had also found that Christine had made reservations for a hotel room in downtown, New York. Apparently the two friends had planned to stay overnight and would come back the next day. On a hunch, she had checked and found reservations made in the same hotel on the same floor for Harry and Ryan. This had sounded alarm bells in her head and she started to track down the boys. What she found made her realize that the girls may have had a close call and they didn't seem to realize it.

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Emma and Christine looked a little nervous as they entered the interview room on the fourth floor of the Hoover building. Angela had picked them up from school and had driven them to the Hoover. Spying Booth and Aubrey sitting on one side of the table as they entered the room, Emma cleared her throat. "Are we still in trouble?" She didn't know what was going on and she was frightened.

Christine was nervous and sat down across from her father. Staring at Angela who sat at the end of the table, she suspected that this had something to do with her aunt's search on her computer. "Well? What did you find out about Ryan and Harry?"

Booth flipped open a folder, picked up two photos and placed them on the table in front of the young women. "These two guys are Harry Sullivan and Ryan Patterson. Your dates for the play."

"They weren't our dates. We were . . ." Christine stopped talking. Both Booth and Aubrey were staring at her in a way that made her feel very uncomfortable. "Alright . . . they look okay to me."

"Harry is twenty-two years old." Booth tapped the next photo with his index finger. "And Ryan is twenty-four . . . Not boys, men."

Emma was surprised. "But they said they were both nineteen."

"Wait a minute." Aubrey was a little surprised. "You two are sixteen years old and you thought it was okay to date someone who was nineteen and in college?"

"That's just three years. What's the big deal." Christine didn't understand her uncle's question. "Dad is five years older that Mom."

Clearing his throat, Booth vowed to stay calm during this conversation. "You are considered a minor at age 16. Ryan and Harry are over 21 which makes them adults. In quite a few states it's illegal for minors to have sex with an adult 21 and over. In the case of New York, if you had sex with either man it would be considered rape. Harry and Ryan could go to prison."

"Dad! Oh my God!" Her father had never talked to her like this before and she found it embarrassing. "We were not going to have sex with Ryan and Harry."

"I think they planned on it though." Angela opened up her laptop, logged in, entered a file and then motioned for the girls to come where she was. "I need you to see this . . . We were all concerned that you were meeting strange men in New York, so I did some checking and your boyfriends made reservations at the same hotel you did on the same floor for the same day." Emma stopped and returned back to her chair. She felt sick and wished she could go home. Christine moved closer to Angela, looked at the reservations and returned to her chair.

Booth picked up a sheet of paper and started to read. "Harry and Ryan attend the University of New Haven in Connecticut."

"But they said they're going to Columbia University." This was starting to sound terrible. "They said they were studying law."

He felt pity for his daughter and her friend, but at the moment he had to be as professional as possible. This conversation was being recorded and he needed to make sure that nothing that happened or was said was questionable. He meant to use this interview to go after the boyfriends or at least try. "They're enrolled in the Chemistry program at their university . . . Whose idea was it for you to meet up with them in New York City?"

Christine pursed her lips, glanced at Emma and provided the information. "Harry suggested it, but we all thought it was a cool idea."

"Can you tell us what your plan was, exactly?" Aubrey was furious that the two young ladies had taken such a dangerous risk, but he remained calm. Scaring the girls wouldn't help the situation at all. "You wanted your father to take you to the play at first. Was that part of the plan?"

"It was part of my plan." Christine thought she had covered every contingency. "I wanted Dad to drive us to New York and drop us off at the play. I made a reservation for a hotel room and I thought he could stay there while Emma and I met Harry and Ryan and we all went to the play. Then when the play was over, the boys were going to take us to dinner and then I was going to get Dad to take us home. We didn't think he'd want to stay in New York, but if he did the room has two beds. Emma and I could sleep on one and Dad could sleep on the other one. I was going to pay for the room." It seemed like a great plan.

"Did you tell Harry about your plan?" Booth wanted to know everything.

Christine shook her head. "No. We just told him we'd find a way to come up on Saturday and we'd meet them in front of the theater."

Angela felt a little sick. The plan sounded like a good one, but so many things could have gone wrong and if their backup plan had worked, it probably would have gone horribly wrong. She had done some crazy things when she was growing up, but not until she was out from under the watchful eye of her father when she turned eighteen and had inherited her mother's estate. It hadn't been much, but it had paid for college and an apartment which was important to Angela. She didn't want her father to control what she did. She loved her independence and he'd accepted it. She had been sexually active since she was sixteen, but had been very careful who she slept with. Someone always knew when she was going on a date and with whom. Her father had insisted on it since there were a lot of hangers on at concerts.

Emma was now starting to realize that she and Christine had taken a risk that they shouldn't have. She felt like a fool and she didn't like the feeling. "Mr. Booth, do you really think Harry and Ryan were planning . . ." She couldn't continue. The boys they thought of as friends and yes, boyfriends were not who they thought they were. "I mean . . . do you think they wanted to hurt us?"

He wasn't sure, but it seemed that way to him. "I think so, Emma . . . Over the years, I've had to deal with situations like this one, where a young person wasn't lucky like you two were and they were raped and killed. Their bodies dumped in the trash or left in abandoned buildings or fields." Booth really hated to talk to the girls like this, but he needed them to understand just how dangerous the situation was. "You talked to these guys for three months and you thought you knew everything about them, but it's obvious that they were lying to you from the start . . . We're not trying scare you. We're interviewing you to determine if Harry and Ryan committed a crime. We need all the facts to make sure before we can proceed." Booth saw Brennan and Emma's brother Rick were standing outside the door behind the girl's. They had been told to stay in his office, but obviously the interview was taking too long for them. He waved them into the room. "I think we have all we need and we can end this interview."

Once Rick was in the room, he touched Emma's shoulder. "You okay Honey?"

Emma felt like crying, but she didn't want to embarrass herself. "I'm okay, Rick. I just feel foolish and very stupid." Standing, she hugged her brother, brushed her finger under eyes and smiled. "I want to go home now."

After the siblings left, Aubrey and Angela stood up and left the room to Booth and his family. Brennan sat down next to her daughter and placed her hand over her child's hand. "As you can see the situation was very serious . . . Perhaps now you understand that what you did was wrong and why we were upset."

Embarrassed, Christine nodded her head. "I was so stupid and I could have got Emma killed. I don't know if I could have lived with myself if she had got hurt because I wanted to go the play with Harry and Ryan. I just thought they were so nice and Emma was excited to see the play . . . I am so sorry. This is all my fault. Please don't blame Emma. She's so sweet and you know she'll do whatever I say because we're best friends. I think that's too much power over someone's life. I could have got her killed." She sobbed, turned, placed her arms around her mother and cried. Booth wanted to comfort his daughter, but he sat where he was and let Brennan do it. He knew that sometimes a child really needed their mother.

After a while, Christine stopped crying and Booth gave her a box of tissues to wipe her face and blow her nose. The child was calmer and he was glad that they had got through to her. "We aren't trying to stifle your independence Christine. We just need you to understand that the world can be a dangerous place and you have to look at situations from all sides before you make a decision. We want you to be strong and independent, but sometimes you have to back off from a situation. In this case, your original plan wasn't a bad one. If Hank hadn't had his first hockey game and your Mom hadn't been under contract to work for the Peruvian government on an identification, I could have taken you. I would have met Harry and Ryan and I could have accessed the situation. But your plan B was really bad and you made some bad decisions . . . Your Mom and I have talked it over and we've come up with how you're going to be punished."

Brennan placed her hand on Christine's arm. "Your father will drive you back to Maryland for your date in court. He checked and you're just going to be fined. You will have to pay the fine. You will have use some of the money you inherited from your grandfather. Second, you may not drive for six months. You are obviously too immature to be driving."

Christine wanted to protest, but she remained silent. So far, the punishment didn't seem too bad or unexpected. She knew it could get worse.

"You will not be allowed to hang out with your friends at the mall, the skating rink or the movies for two months." Brennan had thought this was a little too much, but Booth had demanded it. "They may come to our house, but you may not go to theirs . . . Your father doesn't trust you, Christine. You lied to him and you stole his car. You have to earn that trust back. You may go to school on the bus or we can take you to school, but you may not drive and none of your friends can take you."

"And last but not least, you have to attend all of Hank's hockey games this season." Booth wanted their daughter to be part of the family and that included hockey games. "We're a family and that means we support you and we support Hank in whatever activities you two want to do. Hank loves you Christine and it hurt his feelings that you didn't want to come to his first hockey game. He tried to pretend it was no big deal, but he really was hurt. He adores you and you just treated him like he was nothing."

Ashamed, Christine stared at her soggy tissue. "I know and I get it. No driving for six months. I have to pay the fine, no hanging out with my friends unless it's at the house for two months and I have to go to Hank's hockey games . . . Is that all?" She sure hoped it was.

"I think so, unless your mother has something else she wants to add." Booth felt bad punishing his daughter so harshly, but she needed to pay for her crimes and she had committed a real crime. She was lucky she wasn't being charged with Grand Theft Auto.

"No, I'm good." Christine blew her nose once more. "I'm sorry I've been a brat lately . . . Sometimes, I just have these feelings and . . . I just feel like I'm an adult sometimes and I want to be able to do what I want to do, but I know I'm not an adult yet and it's so frustrating. I just don't know myself sometimes and I want to explode."

Brennan gently squeezed Christine's arm. "You should enjoy your childhood while you can. Because of my parents, I had to grow up very fast when I was fifteen years old and your father . . . well, his childhood wasn't much of a childhood either. You have an opportunity to take your time, to learn and to grow knowing that Booth and I are here to protect you when we can and to help you navigate through the pitfalls of growing up. You're going to be an adult very soon. Quit trying give up your childhood. You will have plenty of time as an adult to do the things you want to do."

"Yeah . . . thanks Mom." Christine couldn't believe the things she had done in the last week, but she had done them. "And thanks Dad."

"You're welcome, Christine. Your mother is going to take you back to the Lab with her for the rest of the day. I think she has some little jobs she'd like you to do." Booth smiled at Brennan. "I'll probably be a home a little late tonight. I'll call you later this afternoon." He had phone calls to make and Harry and Ryan were about to find out what it was like to piss off a Deputy Director of the FBI.

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