I don't own Bones.

Ok, I thought I was only going to do one more chapter; but, this one popped into my head and I wanted to share it with you. What can I say?

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Parker had called his Dad and asked if he could bring someone with him when he came to Christmas Dinner.

Surprised, Booth responded, "Of course, you can Parker. Why ask? You know any friend of yours is ok by us."

Smiling, Parker explained, "Dad, Pat is more than a friend. We're thinking about getting engaged."

Stunned, Booth asked, "Engaged? Buddy your only twenty three years old. What's the rush?"

Laughing, Parker answered, "No rush, Dad. I've been dating Pat for over a year now. I think it's time she met my family. She met Mom, last month, when Mom came up for a visit."

"OK, Bud." Booth frowned, "I'll tell Christine to be on her best behavior when we meet your future fiance."

Laughing, Parker ended the call. "Christine isn't the only that needs to behave." Parker thought.

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The minute Booth got off of the phone with Parker, Booth called Rebecca.

"Hey Rebecca. " Booth exclaimed, "Parker called me and said he's bringing his girlfriend, Pat down for Christmas. Uh . . . he said you've already met her."

"Yes, I have." Rebecca hesitated. Finally continuing, "Uh, look. . . Pat seemed nice enough to Parker; but, I don't think she's very nice to other people. . . Ok I said it. I wasn't going to; but, I did. She was very sarcastic with me whenever she had to talk to me. She made it quite clear that she doesn't like lawyers, cops and anyone or anything that has to do with the justice system. She pretty much said we're all a bunch of fascists working for a corrupt system."

Frowning, Booth asked, "She said that to your face and Parker let her?"

"Parker wasn't in the room." Rebecca explained. "I don't understand what she sees in Parker. He's studying forensic anthropology. I'm a lawyer. You're a cop."

Shaking his head, Booth muttered, "Well, I guess if Parker loves her then we don't get a say in it."

"How very understanding of you." Rebecca coldly replied, "Let's see how understanding you are after meeting her."

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Parker and Pat showed up for Christmas dinner an hour early. Christine was excited to see her brother and practically bowled him over when he came through the doorway.

"Parker," Christine yelled, throwing her arms around her brother. "Boy, am I glad to see you. You wouldn't believe what Michael did the other day. We're taking self defense classes together and he got mad at some kid who was hitting me harder than he was supposed to and . . ."

Walking into the room, Brennan demanded, "Christine, take a breath before you pass out."

Laughing, Christine let go of Parker and complained, "Ah Mom. Parker would think something was wrong with me if I didn't hug him when I saw him."

Nodding her head, Brennan explained, "Hugs, yes. A barrage of unsolicited information, no."

Walking over to Parker, Brennan hugged Parker. Letting him go, Brennan turned to Pat and smiled, "I'm glad to meet you Pat. Rebecca told Booth all about you."

Frowning, Pat asked, "Who's Booth?"

Smiling, Brennan answered, "Parker's father."

"His name is Booth Booth?" Pat asked.

Shaking her head, Christine laughed, "Well that's stupid. Mom calls Dad Booth. His name is Seeley Joseph Booth."

Shaking her head, Pat looked at Parker who shrugged his shoulders. "She may as well get use to them." Parker thought.

"Dinner will be ready as soon as Booth gets back from the store." Brennan explained. "He forgot to get the cranberry sauce the other day and he said it couldn't officially be a Christmas dinner without cranberry sauce."

Smiling, Parker exclaimed, "He's right."

Looking at Pat, Parker continued, "Dad says that it's the number one rule for Christmas dinner. You can't have Christmas dinner without turkey, sweet potatoes and cranberry sauce."

Not seeing the importance of cranberry sauce, Pat smiled and said, "Ok, if you say so."

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Booth had arrived just as the turkey was being taken out of the oven. Walking through the door, Booth spotted Parker standing in the kitchen doorway. Walking up behind him, Booth grabbed him around the waist and picked him up. Putting Parker back down, Booth put his arm around Parker's shoulder and said, "Heah, Buddy. Long time no see."

Smiling, Parker laughed, "Hey, Dad."

Pulling Pat to his side, Parker announced, "I want you to meet Pat. Pat this is my Dad."

Smiling, Booth gave Pat his Boothy charm smile, "I'm glad to meet you, Pat."

Holding up his bag, Booth walked into the kitchen and laughed, "Hey Bones. I got the cranberry sauce on sale. Ha and you told me it would cost more buying it at the last second."

Pat turned to Parker and asked, "Bones?"

Smiling, Parker explained, "Yeah, my Dad calls my stepmother, Bones."

Frowning, Pat walked away from the kitchen and sat down in the living room. Christine felt her skin on the back of her neck tingle. She definitely didn't like the look that Pat had flicked at her parents.

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Dinner seemed to start out well until Christine said, "Heah Mom, don't forget to do the post mortem on the turkey."

Smiling, Brennan started to inspect the turkey and give her family the history of the health of the turkey and then the way it died.

Blanching, Pat got up from the table and said to Parker. "Take me home, Parker. I don't feel well."

Frowning, Parker got up and apologized, "Excuse me Dad, Bones. I'll be right back."

Taking Pat's elbow in his hand, Parker walked Pat out of the room.

Looking at Booth, Brennan asked, "Did I do something wrong?"

Frowning Booth replied, "Hell no, Bones. This is your house. Remember, I told you that Rebecca said that little miss doesn't like us. She doesn't know us and I guess she doesn't want to. You did absolutely nothing wrong."

Getting up from the table, Booth walked into the living room. Not seeing anyone, Booth walked over to the entrance to the house and opened the door. Looking out towards the front sidewalk, he saw Parker talking to Pat.

Shaking his head, Booth closed the door and walked back towards the dinning room. Stopping, Booth stood still for a couple of minutes. He wanted to be very calm when he went back into the dinning room. As soon as he felt calm, Booth went back to the dinner table and sat down.

Pointing at the turkey and smiling, Booth urged, "Go ahead and finish, Bones. Christine and I want to hear what you have to say."

Nodding her head, Christine smiled, "I sure do Mom. I love it. It's very funny."

Thinking about it, Brennan frowned, "Maybe we should have a rule about not doing post mortems on dinner when we have company."

Walking back into the room, Parker walked over to where Brennan was sitting and hugged her. "Hell no, Bones. The number one rule around here should be, "Be yourself". I love your post mortems; so, please don't stop doing them."

Frowning, Brennan asked, "Where's Pat? Aren't you going to take her home?"

Shaking his head, Parker replied, "Nah, I called her a cab. She told me that I had to choose between her or you guys. What a dumb thing to do. She's been trying to change me since the day she met me. I went along with it because I thought you can change for someone if you love them enough; but, when she wanted me to choose her over my family, well, I was, I was, well I was, uh . . ."

"Speechless?" Christine offered.

Shaking his head, Parker explained, "How about horrified. Come on Bones, tell us how the turkey died. That turkey died for Christmas so let's not let his death be in vain."

Smiling, Brennan continued her post mortem of the turkery.

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I wanted Parker in one of my stories before I finish up for this holiday season. One more chapter to go.