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After their talk with Max, Booth and Brennan went back to Angela's to see what the rest of the team was up to. When they walked into the office, they saw Ziggy, Jack, Zack and Parker sitting on the floor in a circle. A large tarantula was crawling around between them. Angela sat nearby, sketching the four of them.

"So this is Spike?" Asked Brennan curiously, squatting down beside Jack and looking at the spider.

"Yep. He's a Cobalt blue tarantula. Rather dangerous, when handled in the wild, but Spike here is a big sissy."

"DINNER!" Came a shout from down the hall.

Ziggy jumped up and started for the door. "That's Max! Let's go!" The little group clomped down the hall to number 11. Upon entering, they could smell spaghetti and meatballs.

Parker squealed and ran into the living room. The rest of the team looked at Booth.

"He loves spaghetti..." Booth explained, shrugging. They walked into the living room and sat down around the wooden table. Booth sat at the end of the table between Parker and Brennan, Zack sat between Brennan and Ziggy, and Angela and Jack were between Parker and Max, who was at the other end of the table. Once seated, everyone grabbed the food nearest them, and started to eat.

"This is really good, Dad." Brennan said in between mouthfuls.

Zack and Parker were having some sort of 'Noodle Slurping Contest', which got an accusing look from Booth.

"Sorry, Daddy." Parker said, looking away. When the glare turned to Zack, he put his hands up and said, 'Please don't shoot me!'. Booth grunted a response before returning his attention to his plate. Brennan rolled her eyes and poked Booth in the ribs.

"Alpha-Male." She whispered in his ear.

"You love it." He smirked at her, earning a smile from Bones.

Angela and Ziggy started giggling uncontrollably at some joke. Brennan sent a glare in their direction, and Booth poked her in the side.

"Alpha-Female." He whispered. The two locked eyes and shared a long, sizzling look.

"You love it." She whispered, never breaking eye contact.

"You can count on that." Was Booth's reply before placing a quick kiss on her lips.

"Ewww. Dadddyyyy. That's gross." Parker whined, wrinkling his nose in disgust.

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After the meal, when Parker fell asleep on Max's couch, Booth decided it was his bedtime. Picking up the small boy, Booth excused himself and walked down the hall to their apartment to put him to bed.

Max immediately turned serious. "What are you guys going to do? I can't feed you every night."

"I was thinking we could all get jobs." Zack piped up.

"What?" asked five voices.

"We need to be trusted enough to get to some files, to research 'The Company'. Booth could--"

"What about me?" asked the man in question, walking back into the room.

"You should get a job with the local police." Suggested Zack. "Then you could see if you could dig up the files on the Epps' and the Edwards'."

"Good idea. What are you all going to do?"

"We could apply at the Laboratoire de Sciences Judiciaires et de Medecine Legale." Brennan rattled off.

"The what?" asked Booth, looking at Bones, slack jawed.

She sighed and went into 'Teaching Booth' mode. "It's the equivalent of the Jeffersonian, but here in Montreal."

"I work there, in computer tech. I go help out all the technology-stupid geniuses with their computers. It's pretty fun." Ziggy said.

"Really? Do you think you could get us jobs?" Asked Brennan.

"As what?"

"Well... for Zack and I, forensic anthropology assistants, I guess." Brennan said, as Booth snorted in laughter.

"You, an assistant?" he teased, eyes glinting.

"Well, I can't just walk in and say 'Hi, the police are looking for me, but I still want to be the top anthropologist here.'" she glared at him.

"I could help out in computer tech..." Angela added. "Do they have a department for holographic reconstructions?"

"Well, I'm not sure about that, but I know I need an assistant. Wanna help?" asked Ziggy.

"Sure! That would be fun! Thank you, Ziggy." Said Angela excitedly.

"We all have to change our appearances. I don't know how serious people are about turning us in, but The Company must have some plainclothes looking for us." Booth stated, now serious. "Angela, I think you should dye your hair. And get it cut a bit shorter." said Booth.

"I've always wanted red highlights..." Angela mused.

"As long as you don't go blond..." muttered Jack.

"Zack." Booth said, contemplating. "Black hair. Defiantly."

"I think you'd look good in black hair..." Ziggy mused, running her fingers through the hair in question. Zack gulped, and looked at Ziggy nervously.

"Bones, Bones, Bones..." Booth was grinning wickedly at her. "I think you should..."

"Don't even say it, Mister." She glared. "I am NOT going blond."

"Aww. Come on, Bones. Please?" He begged, putting on his best pout.

"You look like Parker." she chuckled. "And NO! Although, Ange," Brennan glanced over at her friend. "I wouldn't mind having red highlights too." Booth groaned. "Or I could go blue..."

"NO!" Everyone yelled at once.

"What can we do, other than the hair color, to change our appearances?" asked Brennan, ignoring the weird looks she was getting from everyone for even suggesting blue hair.

"Just mix up your outfits a bit. Angela can help you with that." Booth commented.

"Sweetie! That means shopping!" Angela squealed as Brennan groaned.

The gang talked for hours about their new jobs, hair styles, and lives. When Bones started yawning, Booth suggested they all go to bed.

"Meet you all here at 8 for breakfast, and then you're going to get your hair dyed." Max said, before wishing them all good night.

Tomorrow should be interesting... Everyone was thinking.

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