Title: Six Bodies in the Pasture
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except the plot. Believe me, in this chapter I will tell you where he got the baby from, it's not that amazing I promise I mean that he isn't a cradle robber or anything Sorry, it's taken so long, I've been busy and CBPC has me hooked, plus writers' block is the word to describe this chapter, sorry if its lame . . . oh if you have Ideas, I'm willing to listen.
Chapter Seven: Family in the Home
"Yes, but you can't say anything. I don't think we are supposed to know about this, maybe she is just curious about the matter."Argued Angela, her hands on her hips.
"Yeah and its like asking Temperance Brennan if she believes in God." Said Hodgins with a dry laugh, placing the book back in its spot as if it didn't make its presence known. Both the artist and the entomologist left the office, in search of Dr. Addy and to meet Booth and Brennan at the given address.
The given address was to a house in the suburbs. A stereotypical two story red brick house on a tree-lined street with children slowly disappearing from the streets for dinner, old couples sitting on rocking chairs, watching the world revolve around them, older males with their sons getting the last bit of yard work done before the sun set.
"God, can this be any more cliched?" Came Hodgins voice as he pulled his car into the driveway. The number forty-five looked like any other house on the road, with the SUV parked in front and a long walkway lead them to the door. "I've seen this in a movie once. I've got money on Brennan opening the door with an apron on, Parker watching the TV and Booth sitting at the kitchen table holding the sleeping baby."
Angela scoffed. "No, its going to be Booth opening the door, grilling utensils in hand. Brennan will be sitting on the couch with the baby in her arms." She said with a raised brow.
"What are you guys talking about?" Asked Zack, looking between the artist and the entomologist.
The two ignored him. "Is the baby crying or asleep?" Challenged Hodgins, his blue eyes shown with anticipation.
"She is feeding the baby." She stood, looking down at him, the same challenging look shone bright in her brown eyes. She held out her hand to complete the bet, which he took sealing his end. "Parker is upstairs playing in the bedroom." The stood at the door, waiting to knock.
"What kind of game is this?" Asked Zack, he was getting annoyed.
"Never mind Zack." Answered Angela, tapping on the door. She was almost glaring at the shorter man as Booth opened the door.
"Zack, Angela, Hodgins." He said, stepping out of the way for them to come in. "Come in, dinner is almost ready."
The young doctor entered first, leaving the artist and entomologist looking at each other. Booth had answered the door without the grilling tools. One point for Angela. "Some place you've got here, Boo..uh Tony."
"Thanks Angela." He said with a smile as he shut the door behind the trio. "Roxy is in the living room with Maddy."
Booth lead the way into the living room and his smile grew. The infant was laying on her back, on top of a blanket. The forensic anthropologist was laying on her stomach, with the baby in between her arms, cooing softly. What surprised the new occupants of the room was that Temperance Brennan singing softly to the baby, even her 'husband' was caught off guard by the matter.
"Roxy, our guests are here." He said softly, turning back to the kitchen as the timer went off.
She looked up, her blue eyes shining. "Hi." Was all she said, sitting up, pulling the baby into her lap and leaning her back against the couch. "Did you guys find anything new?"
"No." Responded Hodgins, who sat in the recliner across from the TV. "Nice entertainment system."
"Don't brake it, its not ours." Said Booth, returning from the kitchen, with Parker standing next to him. "Besides, dinner is ready." He lead the way into the dining room, the table had been set already and spaghetti sat patiently in the middle waiting to be served.
"Spaghetti, my favorite." Said Zack, taking a seat next to Parker.
"Mine too, that's why daddy made it." Said Parker as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. The five year old was willing to fight the twenty five year old for the attention of the father.
Booth shook his head and took a seat next to an empty chair for his partner, Angela and Hodgins filled in the other empty chairs around the table. Brennan joined them after placing the infant in the playpen, just in eyesight of the table.
They started to dish the plates when Hodgins began to laugh, earning him a jab in the ribs from Angela. Booth, Brennan and Zack looked at him curiously. "We aren't going to say a prayer are we?" He asked in between laughs.
Booth shook his head with a questioning look on his face. "Don't mind him, he is just being stupid." Said Angela, punching him in the arm, then taking a bite of the food. "Tony, this is amazing."
"I do pride myself as a decent cook." He said, watching Brennan next to him. "Because Roxy here, can't cook to save her life."
"Hey!" She defended herself. "I can handle myself in the kitchen fairly well, I haven't burned the house down yet." The room chuckled at her defense. They sat in silence for a moment when finally Zack broke the silence.
"Where did the baby come from."Asked the young doctor.
"Zack, maybe its time you learn where they come from." Started Booth, his face serious. "You see when a man and a woman love each other. . ." He stopped because his son was still in the room.
"That isn't what I meant." Said Zack with a crimson tint to his face. Angela and Hodgins were chuckling softly, even Brennan laughed.
"She's my niece." Answered Booth is a whisper. "My brother Jared and his wife had to travel to India for the week and I am watching her."
"They do know that you are using her as bait right?" Asked Angela, with a shocked expression on her delicate face.
"Yes, they are aware. And they know I wouldn't let anything happen to Maddy." Booth said possessively, his eyes not leaving his 'wife.' She was becoming attached to the small infant.
After they finished dinner, no one was in a hurry to get up from their place at the table. Zack and Parker were talking excitedly about what a five year old and a boy wonder had in common, as the rest were talking about the case.
"So what do we do next? Wait until they kidnap the baby?" Asked Angela.
"No, we have an appointment on Thursday to got our hair done, for your wedding." Said Brennan, standing up to grab the baby, who was whimpering from the playpen.
"Who would get married on a Thursday?" Asked Angela, clearly not fazed that she was part of their undercover mission.
"No, it's a . . .what did you call it, Tony?" She asked, turning to look at her 'husband.'
"A dry run, you know, so you know what it looks like." Said Booth, starting to clean up the plates. "Whatever you women do before you get married."
"And how would we know?" Asked Brennan, a coy smile on her face.
"I don't know, it's written in your DNA." Said Hodgins, backing up Booth in the argument. Brennan was about to retort, before he opened his mouth. "It's a saying, Dr. B."
"Roxy." Corrected Booth, placing all the dishes in the sink. "Coffee?"
The squints sat patiently in the family room and both 'parents' put the children to bed. Angela sat on the love seat next to Zack as Hodgins viewed the DVD collection. "Finding Nemo. . . Toy Story. . . The Little Engine that Could. . . Scamper the Penguin, I don't think Roxy has seen any of these movies." he chuckled.
"I would put money on it." Answered Zack, as Booth wandered into the room sitting on the couch. "I've only seen them because of my nieces and nephews."
"Where's the wife?" Asked Angela, ignoring the boys.
"Putting Maddy to bed, I had to supervise her changing the diaper. She's never done that before." Answered Booth, placing his feet on the coffee table.
"I've never thought I would here the word'supervise' and referring to her in the same sentence from you." Said Angela with a smile, earning her a glare from the FBI agent.
"She has learned a lot in the last few hours." Said Booth, with a small smile. "And now she struts around the house like she's been doing this all along." Hodgins and Angela chuckled as Zack tried to analyze the science of strutting.
"I do not strut." Said Brennan, taking her seat right next to Booth. Being on the long couch, there was plenty of space on the left side of the doctor that remained vacant, which didn't go unnoticed by the cheering section and to add to their excitement, Booth absently placed his arm around her slender shoulders.
"You do too, honey." He said, kissing her on the temple. Playing the perfect role as the perfect husband.
"God, I can't take this anymore." Said Hodgins with a laugh. "You guys are good at this game, you have me believing."
"We are supposed to be." Answered Brennan, putting her hand to her mouth to cover a yawn as the rest of the room took it as their cue to leave.
"Well, I've got a picture at home that needs to be completed." Said Angela, ushering the boys out of the house, each saying their goodbyes and both went upstairs to get ready for bed.
Brennan sat on the bed in her pyjamas with a smile as she watched Booth take off his jeans, leaving him clad only in his t-shirt and boxers as he climbed into bed with her.
"Thanks Booth." Brennan whispered as she snuggled under the sheets, yawning again.
"For what?" Asked Booth, wrapping his arm around her waist, his face buried into her hair.
He waited for her to respond, when he noticed her even breathing.
She had fallen asleep.