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Since he had the spare time, Booth decided to spend a couple of hours washing and waxing his Mustang. He rarely drove it, but he made sure that he kept it clean and ready for use just in case he did want to drive it. The dilemma he found himself in owning a car like that was he had four kids, one wife and not enough seats in the car.

After he'd finished taking care of his car, Booth had wandered into the house to check on the kids and see if any of them wanted to play with him. Walking down to the man cave, Booth had found Christine and Joseph watching cartoons. Curious when he didn't see Hank, Booth grabbed the remote and turned down the sound. "Where's Hank?"

Shrugging their shoulders, Christine and Joseph both kept their eyes on the television. "I don't know."

Since Hank would never miss a chance to watch television, Booth started to worry. "What do you mean you don't know? When was the last time you saw him?"

She knew she had to tell the truth, so Christine looked at her father and sighed. "Hank got mad at us and he said he's leaving."

Startled, Booth blurted out. "Leaving? What do you mean leaving?"

Joseph seeing the concern on his father's face, stood up and scratched his head. "We don't know where he is, Daddy. H just said he was leaving."

More than a little anxious, Booth started searching the house for his son. Finding Brennan upstairs vacuuming the hallway carpet, Booth checked with her before searching the rest of the rooms."Hey Bones. Have you seen Hank?"

Turning off the vacuum cleaner, Brennan turned to face Booth. "I haven't seen him for about an hour. He was in the man cave watching cartoons with Christine and Joseph."

"Well he isn't there now." Booth didn't want to worry her, but he was worried and he wanted company. "The Joseph and Christine don't know where he is. They said Hank got mad at them and he said he was leaving."

She didn't like the sound of that. Brennan looked down the hallway towards her son's room. "Leaving?"

Afraid for their boy, Booth and Brennan checked the rooms upstairs checking closets while they were at it. Unable to find Hank, both rushed downstairs and searched the downstairs rooms. Still unable to find him, Booth searched the back yard while Brennan searched the front yard.

On the verge of panic, Booth met Brennan in the front yard, breaking the news that the boy wasn't to be found. "Okay, this is ridiculous. He has to be hiding somewhere. He knows better than to leave the yard."

On the verge of tears, Brennan crossed her arms against her breasts. "What if he got angry enough to just leave. You know Hank has a temper and is impulsive."

Feeling a headache coming on, Booth started to feel sick. "I don't care how mad he got he won't leave the yard. He's just four for God's sake."

They needed to be calm and Brennan knew that. Placing her hand on Booth's arm she tried to be reasonable. "Look, we'll look through the house again. He's probably hiding in a closet. You know the last time he got angry at Christine he hid in our bedroom closet."

He knew she was right. Calmly he rubbed his mouth. "Okay, you search the house again. Get the kids to help you. I'm going to search the back yard. Maybe he's in the shed or hiding in the bushes. If he isn't there I'll check the neighbor's yards."

Confident in their plan, Booth and Brennan separated to start their search once more. Booth quickly walked into the back yard and scanned the yard, trying to listen to see if he could hear anything out of the ordinary.

Since he hadn't checked the treehouse yet, Booth walked towards the big oak tree in the back yard. As he got closer, he realized he was hearing crying. Climbing up the oak tree, Booth reached the top of the last rung and looked in to the treehouse. Relieved, he saw Hank lying on the floor with his hands over his eyes crying.

Relieved that his small son was safe, Booth climbed into the treehouse and sat down next to the boy. "Hank what are you doing up here and why are you crying?"

Glad that he wasn't alone, Hank stood up and yelled, "Daddy." So happy to see his father, he threw his arms around Booth's neck and wept. Booth, concerned that his boy was so unhappy,pulled the boy into his lap and hugged him against his chest. After awhile, he kissed the boy on the cheek a few times and finally asked him,"What are you doing up here, Hank? You know you're not allowed to climb up here by yourself. You could fall and hurt yourself."

Hugging his father, Hank continued to weep. "Daddy, I got mad at Chrissy and Joseph. I wanted to runned away so I climbed up the tree. I couldn't climb back down Daddy. I got scared."

Booth sighed and rocked his son trying to soothe him. "It's okay Hank. Daddy's here." Rubbing slow circles on Hank's back, Booth finally calmed his little son. "Okay, now tell Daddy why you got mad at your sister and brother."

Sniffing, Hank looked down and then back up at his father. "They called me a baby, Daddy. I'm not a baby, I'm a big boy."

As he continued to rub the boys back, Booth tried to reason with him. "No you're not a baby. Why do you let them make you mad like that? You're the same age as Joseph. When he calls you a baby, tell him that means he is too."

"Joseph says I was born after him, so I'm the baby. I'm not a baby, Daddy." Hank thought Joseph was mean and he didn't like it.

Kissing Hank on the cheek once more, Booth continued to reaso with the boy. "You are only six minutes younger than Joseph. That doesn't make you the baby. Okay?"

Hank rubbed his nose with the back of his left hand and sniffed. "I couldn't climb down Daddy. I'm sorry I climbed the tree."

Now that the boy was calm, Booth handed him a handkerchief to blow his nose properly. "Hank, you can't run away from home when you get mad at Joseph and Christine. You scare Mommy and Daddy when you do that. Promise me that from now on, when your brother or sister make you mad, you'll find me or Mommy and tell us about it."

Shaking his head, Hank thought that was a terrible idea. "I'm not a tattle tale, Daddy."

"Okay, when you get mad at them, just come and find Mommy or Daddy and just hang out with us." Booth really didn't want to go through this again. "You don't have to tell us why. I don't want you to run away anymore and I definitely don't want you to climb this tree by yourself."

Hank hugged his father's neck. "Okay, Daddy."

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Two days later, Booth retrieved a manila envelope from the mail box when he arrived home. Carrying it into the house, he found his children and Brennan in the kitchen, tearing lettuce and making salads.

Christine saw her father carry the manila envelope into the room and wasn't pleased. Resigned, she elbowed Joseph in the side. "I told you."

Looking at the envelope, Joseph sighed loudly. "That's so not fair."

Booth listened to Christine and Joseph, smiled and handed the envelope to Christine. "Okay Christine, tell us what it says."

Certain that she didn't want to read it since that meant she'd done something wrong, Christine took the envelope from her father's hand and looked at her mother. "Don't you want to read it Mommy?"

Amused, Brennan tried not to smile as she shook her head. "No thank you. You can read it."

Sighing again, Christine opened the envelope, took the paper out and read it. "Six. You cannot run away from home without Daddy's permission."

Christine snorted and looked at her father. Seeing the glared at aimed at her, Christine quickly lost her smile. "This is a good rule, Daddy. I'll go put it in the binder."

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Rule 6 is now in the binder. What do you think of my little story? (Don't forget Parker Booth)