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Walking into the Lab, Booth looked around to see if Hodgins was in sight. Not seeing him, Booth walked around the platform and over to Hodgins' office. As he approached Hodgins office, Booth thought he heard Angela talking to Hodgins. Stepping through the doorway, Booth had found Angela and Hodgins kissing, their hands moving up and down each others back.

Smiling, Booth stopped and remarked, "You know if Cam comes in here and finds you two making out she's going to have a cow."

Startled, Hodgins and Angela separated. Angela, a little irritated at Booth's interruption, turned and asked, "Haven't you ever heard of knocking before entering a room?"

Laughing, Booth answered, "Yeah, I'll start doing that when you start doing the same thing when you come to my office."

Shrugging his shoulders, Hodgins asked, "So what do you want?"

Holding up the paper he had in his hands, Booth smiled and answered, "I got your email about the rule you want to add to the book. I think it's a pretty good rule; but, I thought I'd come over and find out why you want to add it. Did something happen to Michael?"

Folding her arms across her chest, Angela nodded, "Michael was almost killed a few days ago and it was such a close thing I'm still having nightmares."

Feeling the blood drain from his face, Booth exclaimed, "You're kidding me? What happened? Why didn't you call me or Bones?"

Holding up his hand, Hodgins said, "Whoa, whoa, hold on. It's ok. Michael's ok. We just didn't call you two about it because it's taken us this long to be able to talk about it without crying. I mean it man. This happened four days ago and I was still crying about it last night. Me and Ange have been a wreck ever since it happened."

Shaking his head, Booth was growing frustrated, "What happened to Michael?"

Angela, frowning, began her tale, "Jack has been teaching Michael how to ride a bicycle. Every evening when we get home, while I'm cooking dinner, Michael gets his bike out of the garage and waits for Jack to come out and jog beside him while Michael rides his bike up and down the driveway and sometimes out on the sidewalk. . . . Well, four days ago, Jack got a phone call just as he was going outside; so, he stopped and took care of the call. Michael got a little impatient and decided that he didn't need Jack's help riding the bike and he took off down the driveway and out in to the street. . . "

Stopping Angela wiped her hands across her eyes, swallowed and then continued, "Out in to the street where he ran in to a lady driving her car down the street. He ran his bike in to the front passenger side of the hood of her car and he just flipped off the bike and on to the hood of her car. . . Thank God the lady was driving so slow because she was worried about the kids that live in the neighborhood. . . The second she felt Michael hit her car, she hit her brakes and stopped."

Stopping again, Angela gave Hodgins a desperate look. Seeing that Angela was having trouble continuing the tale, Hodgins continued for her, "The lady jumped out of her car and grabbed Michael to see if he was hurt. Michael was crying; but, really he was just upset about what had happened. He was a little bruised; but, he was ok. . . The lady was so scared we were going to sue her; but, she carried Michael up to our front door and when I opened the door, she started crying and told me what had happened. Ange heard the ruckus and I mean what a sight we must have been, I was crying, Angela was crying, Michael was crying and that poor lady was crying. We were a pretty pathetic sight I'm sure."

Nodding his head, Booth asked, "But Michael's ok right? He didn't get hurt?"

Shaking his head, Hodgins replied, "No, he was wearing his helmet and knee and elbow pads; so, he just got some bruises. Still, he probably scared about ten years out of that poor ladies life not to mention me and Ange's. We told the lady we were very grateful that she had been so considerate to be driving so slowly and we owed her a debt of gratitude for bringing us Michael even though she was afraid she was going to get into trouble. We had to really reassure her that we understood it wasn't her fault. I mean that poor woman was a nervous wreck."

Sighing, Booth reached out and patted Hodgins shoulder, "You know, you should have called me or Bones when that happened. We'd have come over to be there for you. You know, we're friends and friends help each other."

Smiling, Hodgins replied, "Thanks man. We know we could have called you. It's just that Michael wasn't really hurt and we didn't want to sound like a couple of old hens worried about our only chick. He was fine, we were fine, the lady was fine after we thanked her; so, really, there wasn't any reason to shake you guys up to."

Shrugging his shoulders, Booth held up the paper and said, "Yeah, well this is definitely a rule we can all agree on. I'll let Bones know."

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Three days later, Booth removed the manila envelope from the mail box and brought it into the house. Christine, who had been in the living room, waiting for Booth to come home so that she could show off her latest drawing, frowned when she saw the manila envelope in her fathers hand.

"Gee, Dad, what did we do now? It seems to me that that Head Daddy is always making rules up. Can't we just throw away some of the envelopes when we get them."

Squinting at his daughter, Booth replied, "I don't think so Christine. You know good and well that he'd just find out and then make up a rule about throwing away his rules."

Sighing, Christine agreed, "I guess so. Still, I think he's nosy."

Laughing, Booth said, "Yeah, I'll be sure to tell him that the next time I see him."

Putting her hands on her hips, Christine whined, "Daddy."

Placing his hands on his hips, Booth mimicked, "Christine."

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After dinner, Booth had Christine open the envelope and read it to everyone who was still sitting at the dinner table.

Clearing her throat, Christine read, " Ten. Play in your own yard and stay out of the street. If you want to leave your yard, ask Daddy or Mommy."

Brennan, looking at each child sitting at the table, asked, "Is that rule clear? You cannot leave the yard unless your father or I say you can. It's also important to understand that it is never safe to play in the street. The street is for cars and trucks not children who are playing."

Hank, not understanding why they had the new rule raised his right hand, "Mommy, how come we got this rule. No one has been bad and has left the yard without you or Daddy."

Smiling, Brennan answered, "Yes, that's true. Michael Hodgins rode his bike into the street a few days ago and his bike hit a car. He didn't get hurt; but, he could have been."

Shaking his head, Joseph remarked, "That's not fair. Now we get rules if Michael is bad?"

Nodding his head, Booth replied, "Yep, I'm afraid so, Buddy."

Sighing, Hank exclaimed, "Gee, that's mean."

Laughing, Parker explained, "Yep, you'd think he was a cop or something with all these rules ."

Glaring, Booth remarked, "I wonder what the Head Daddy thinks about allowances for someone who can't seem to remember to put the trash out every night like he's supposed to?"

Wincing, Parker leaned towards his father, "Let's not ask him Dad."

Laughing, Brennan drank a sip of her coffee, "No, I'm sure Parker will remember to put out the trash out from now on."

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Ok, that's rule 10. So what do you think of rule ten?