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The case had been a bad one. A child had been riding her bicycle in front of her house with her cousin when a man stopped his truck and asked them to help him look for his lost puppy. The cousin Tracy had refused to go near the man, but the girl Trish had felt sorry for the man and had offered to help him. When she had come close to him, the man had grabbed her, pulled her from her bike into the truck with him and drove away. Tracy told Trish's parents that Trish had kind of froze and didn't put up a fight.

Booth and several agents had spent several hours trying to track down the truck and with the help of the Virginia State Police and the state wide Amber Alert they had finally located the truck and Trish. Unfortunately, Trish would not be returning home to her parents.

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That evening, Booth and Brennan lay in their bed sleepless. They had dealt with kidnappings before, but the child Trish was the same age as Christine and both could not forget that fact.

Her arms around Booth and her head on his chest, Brennan whispered to him. "She was only five years old, Booth. She was just five."

Booth stroked Brennan's hair and tried to assure her as well as himself. "We've told the kids over and over not to talk to strangers. It's in my handbook. I'm not sure what else we can do. We'll just have to make sure that one of us stays with them when they're playing outside. They're still to young to realize that they can't trust strangers."

She couldn't get the idea out of her mind that Trish had been the same age as their daughter. "Christine is five years old, Booth."

His throat dry, Booth swallowed before replying. "I know Bones. I know."

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Two days later, Booth had found a manila envelope in the mail box when he got home. Puzzled, he carried it into the house and looked for Brennan. Finding her in their bedroom, Booth held up the envelope for her to see. "Do you know anything about this envelope? It was in the mailbox addressed to me from the Head Daddy."

Grimly, Brennan nodded her head. "We have a new rule, Booth."

Shrugging his shoulders, Booth accepted it. "Where are the kids?"

Determined to make sure her children weren't a victim like Trish, Brennan stood up and walked past Booth. "They're in the man cave watching 'Nemo'."

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As he entered the man cave, Booth noticed his children raptly watching the television. Hank noticed his father and mother standing in the doorway and stood up. "Daddy, you're home." Running over to where his father was standing, Hank threw his arms around Booth's legs and hugged them tight. "We're watching Nemo, Daddy. Do you want to watch with us?"

He would have loved to do just that, but he knew that Brenann wanted to get their task done first. Booth held up the manila envelope and called out to his daughter. "Christine, we received another envelope from the Head Daddy. I guess you need to open it and tell us what it says."

Puzzled and a little alarmed, Christine looked at her brothers, her mother and then her at father. "I didn't do anything Daddy. Why do we have mail from the Head Daddy?"

Since this was Brennan's idea, Booth shook his head. "I have no idea sweetheart. Open the envelope and find out."

Reluctantly, Christine turned off the TV and walked over to where her parents were standing. Taking the envelope into her hands, Christine turned to face her mother. "Do you know why we got the new rule, Mommy?"

Not comfortable lying, Brennan shrugged her shoulders. "The letter is addressed to Daddy not Mommy. Open the envelope and see what it says."

Slowly, Christine opened the envelope, pulled out the sheet of paper and looked at the new rule. Her gaze resting on her father, she frowned and then looked back at the paper. Clearing her throat, she read it out loud. "Five. If someone tries anything funny with you run away and scream "fire" at the top of your lungs. Make as much noise as possible. If that person grabs you it's okay to bite, scratch and hit them. We can always apologize later."

Confused, Booth turned to look at his wife. "Fire?"

Grimly, Brennan leaned near Booth and whispered to him. "I'll explain it later."

Christine watched her parents and decided she had a question. "What does it mean "anything funny"?"

Booth decided to answer that question. "It probably means if they try to touch you, grab you, hold you or make you go somewhere with them. It's part of rule 2 and rule 3. We don't talk to strangers and we don't let them get close enough to us to touch us." Turning to Hank and Joseph, Booth asked them, "Do you boys understand what the rule means?"

Their hands behind their backs, both boys looked at each other and then their father. "Yes, Daddy."

Joseph explaining further. "We get to hit anyone that we don't know who touches us."

Opening his mouth and then closing it, Booth looked at Brennan for clarification. "Is that what it really means? We could have some embarrassing moments in the future."

She decided to err on the side of caution and nodded her head. Just to make sure, she stared intently at Joseph as she replied. "We of course, don't want to hurt anyone who just says hello to us, but we don't want strangers to talk to us or touch us."

Shrugging his shoulders, Booth clapped his hands together. "Okay, lets practice yelling fire. When I say three, scream it as loud as you can."

Rolling her eyes, Brennan backed up to the staircase and put her hands over her ears. Amused, Booth laughed her antics and turned to face his children. "Okay one . . . Two . . .Two and a half . . . Two and three quarters. . ."

Annoyed at his prolonging it, Brennan stepped closer to Booth and punched him on the shoulder. "Booth, get it over with, please."

With a grin, Booth yelled. "Three!"

The kids, worked up in eager anticipation, yelled very loudly. "FIRE!"

Hank, a little over excited, screamed it three times.

Laughing, Booth clapped his hands. "Just like that. You guys did it just right. Good job."

Christine rolled her eyes and placed the letter back in the envelope. "The Head Daddy is weird, Daddy."

Laughing harder, Booth placed his hand on his chest. "Hear that Bones, the Head Daddy is weird."

Not amused in the least, Brennan did not laugh. "You might not think so tonight when it's time to go to bed."

Suddenly sober, Booth's smile disappeared from his face. Stepping closer to her, he grabbed Brennan around the waist and kissed her. "Of course, the Head Daddy is a genius and misunderstood by almost everyone."

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Later that evening, Booth finally had the privacy he needed with Brennan. "Why fire and not help?"

Cocking her head to the side, Brennan explained. "Most people don't want to get involved in something that could appear to be dangerous. People can and will turn a deaf ear to the word help. On the other hand, no one wants to burn up in a fire and will not ignore someone screaming fire. They will investigate just to make certain they are safe and not in any danger."

Impressed, Booth grinned. "Damn, Bones. That's pretty damn smart."

A little pleased with herself, Brennan placed her hands on his waist and leaned closer. "I am a genius."

Guffawing, Booth placed his hands on her hips and pulled her against his chest. "Really? Come here genius. Why don't you teach me something else."

Her eyes flashing with want, Brennan moved her hands so they rested on his back. "What do want to learn?"

Nuzzling her neck, Booth kissed her and then looked into her cool blue eyes. "I don't know, whatcha got?"

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So that was rule 5. What did you think of it?