A/N: The word for this one is Notebook and takes place way post season 12…

Now that Christine and Hank had graduated college and officially moved out into their own apartments Brennan was doing a major purge of the house. She decided to start with the non-clothing items in her and Booth's closet. She pulled down a brown document box, carrying it to the bed Brennan sat down and opened the box. She smiled once she saw that it was Booth's box of memories from the FBI. When he'd reached the mandatory retirement age of fifty for the FBI Booth took over as head of daytime security at the lab which allowed him to stay busy and keep an eye on Brennan and the squints. After Booth retired from the FBI Brennan quit field work except for extreme cases. Brennan looked through the box remembering their cases and most of the injuries. Under a stack of the kids' artwork Brennan found an old, slightly worn notebook, she took it out of the box and leafed through it. She was surprised to see that the first few pages were full of the scientific names of bones and their more common names were written next to them. The notebook was filled with notes on different tests that they ran on bones and what they were used for among other things. Brennan put the notebook aside and repacked the box. An hour later the closet was straightened and Brennan moved on to Booth's dresser she opened the top drawer looked at all the pairs of striped socks and shook her head and closed the drawer. Brennan grabbed the notebook from the bed and headed to the living room. Booth was in the kitchen getting water.

"Did Hank get settled, Booth?"

"Yeah, we got all of the furniture assembled and moved. The bookcase was a pain in the ass to put together and when we got it up it was almost too tall for the living room. It's at most two inches from the ceiling. "

Brennan smiled, "at least he's settled..."

"Yeah. Bones, he's only 20 minutes away."

"I know. The house is so quiet now without him or Christine on occasion…'

'"I know. We'll get used to it. Did you get a good start on your whole house purging?"

"Yes, I organized our closet. We can now open the door without fear of stuff falling out."

"That's good."

"Yes. Booth you need to go through your sock drawer…"

"I'm not getting rid of my socks, Bones!"

"Booth you have pairs that are stretched out, have no elastic in them or have holes in them… would you prefer to go through the drawer and put aside the worn pairs to be made into a quilt or throw pillows for your man cave?"

"That would be cool. I'll go do it in a little while."

"Good." Brennan laid the notebook on the counter

"Wow. I haven't seen that in forever…" Booth picked up the notebook and flipped through it.

"When did you start writing in it, Booth?"

"While we were working the Eller case…I knew that the thing we had was special and I wanted to keep working with you and the squints. I didn't want you, Hodgins or whoever to have to keep explaining things to me like I was five years old. I started writing the science stuff down and writhing the dumbed down explanations. I'd quiz myself every week or so. Learning the bones was easy. The tests, especially the DNA stuff was hard to remember."

"Booth, I never minded explaining things to you. I've always known that while you are highly intelligent it's hard for you to keep up with everyone at the lab. You've done well these last 31 years."

"Thanks, Bones. I know you don't mind explaining things to me, but it made me feel better to learn it myself. Plus it made the lab less intimidating…."

"I understand, Booth."

"This notebook came in handy after my brain surgery, I forgot a bunch of the stuff in here. After my vision cleared I quizzed myself every day…"

"I had no idea…"

Booth shrugged a little. "I tried to give this to Aubrey when he started working with us, but he said he'd just Google everything…"

"I like your method better. When did you stop writing in it?"

"When I got back from Afghanistan. It didn't seem important anymore… I can't believe Hank has a job in the history department at Georgetown, it seems like just yesterday he was born in our bedroom…"

"Yeah, I didn't think the midwife was going to get here in time. Another ten minutes and you'd have had to deliver him."

"Thank God I didn't. Christine was enough… I can't believe we're going to be grandparents in November."

"That's what I'm looking forward to the most about retiring in September, spending time with our first grandchild."

"Me too, Bones. September 13th can't come fast enough…"