Bones447 prompt: You can have them go swimming without telling Booth and Bones.

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Booth was trying to do laundry while Brennan had the kids with her. She'd volunteered to take them to the dentist and relieved that he didn't have to take them, he'd volunteered to do the laundry. Taking the clothes out the clothes hamper that they kept in the children's bathroom, he came across three bathing suits, all of them damp. Frowning, Booth held them up and stared at them. Setting them aside, Booth separated the rest of the clothes by color versus white and started a load of clothes washing. Staring at the damp swim wear, Booth decided to ask Brennan about them when she got home.

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Folding a load of towels and wash cloths, Booth heard running feet above his head and knew his family was home. Picking up the three swim suits, Booth carried them upstairs and found Brennan in the kitchen. Walking in to the room, Booth held up the slightly damp swim suits and asked, "Bones, did you take the kids swimming lately?"

Shaking her head, Brennan stared at the swim wear, "No of course not. You'd know if I had."

Nodding his head, Booth brought the suits over to where she was standing, "I found these in the kid's clothes hamper. Did the baby sitter take them to the Y?"

Again, shaking her head, Brennan frowned, "No she didn't". Taking the suits from Booth, Brennan stared a them and then back at Booth. "I don't like the implication."

Shrugging his shoulders, Booth bit the inside of his cheek, "Okay, maybe they used the sprinkler."

Shaking her head, Brennan sighed, "No, they were told they couldn't do that unless we're home because the last time they placed it too close to the garden."

Clearing his throat, Booth took the suits back from Brennan. Turning he walked from the kitchen into the living room and then up the stairs. Brennan following Booth, watched him walk stiffly up the stairs.

Arriving in the hallway, Booth called out, "Okay, Hank, Joseph, Christine, front and center, chop chop."

Hank rushing out of his bedroom, saw his father holding the swim suits and stopped. Joseph running behind his brother, ran into him not expecting his twin to stop in the hallway. "Hey, warn a guy."

Turning towards Joseph, Hank pointed at their father. Joseph glancing at the swim ware in Booth's hands, looked at the floor and stood where he was. Christine, meandering into the hallway, glanced at her brothers and then her father. Seeing the suits in his hand, Christine swallowed.

Glaring at his children, Booth asked, "Well?"

Staring at the suits, Christine tried to play the innocent, "Well what?"

Inhaling deeply and trying to remain calm, Booth asked, "Where did you three go swimming?"

Hank, deciding to get it over with, answered, "Mrs. Austin has a new swimming pool."

Frowning, Brennan asked, "Who's Mrs. Austin?"

Turning towards Brennan, Booth replied, "She lives six houses down. She's the one who owns the red mustang."

Staring at Hank, Brennan asked, "Did Mrs. Austin invite you to swim at her house?"

Suddenly becoming fascinated with the toes of his shoes, Hank didn't reply.

Irritated, Booth asked, "Christine, were you invited to swim in Mrs. Austin's pool?"

Biting her lip and shifting her feet, Christine finally whispered, "No, sir."

Swallowing, Booth croaked out, "So you kids went swimming in Mrs. Austin's pool, uninvited, by yourselves with no adult supervision?"

All three children, knowing when to give in, nodded their heads.

Angry, Booth turned to Brennan, "Bones, they're grounded for the next month."

Flabbergasted, the children cried out, "A month?"

Turning back to his kids, Booth snarled, "Two months. Care to try for three."

Realizing that their father was furious, they decided to remain silent.

Trembling with anger, Booth turned and walked down the hallway down the stairs and into the kitchen where he threw the swim suits he had in his hand into the trash can. Afraid of just how angry he was, Booth walked out of the back door, around the house and over to his truck. Getting in his truck, he backed it down the drive way and out into the street. Glaring at his house, he drove away.

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The kids listening to Booth slam the back door and then hearing the truck start up and pull away, stood rooted in the hallway. Brennan finally pointed to each bedroom, "You heard your father, you are grounded."

Moving into their rooms, Henry glanced back at his disappointed mother, "Mom, we were safe, the pool is only six feet deep."

Staring at her son, Brennan asked him, "How tall are you Hank?"

Puzzled, he answered, "Uh, I think I'm 3 feet 9 inches."

Nodding her head, Brennan turned, walked over to her bedroom, entered it and slowly closed the door behind her.

Hank staring at the closed door reluctantly turned towards his sister. "We are in serious trouble. I think I just made Mom cry."

Nodding her head, Christine sighed, "The next time I tell you something is a bad idea, don't try to talk me into being your life guard or something because that isn't going to work ever again."

Nodding his head, Hank sighed, "It seemed like a good idea at the time, it was hot."

Pulling his brother into the room, Joseph snarled, "From now on, Chrissy and I are going to ignore your lame brain ideas. When Dad finds out Mom was crying we'll be lucky if he doesn't ground us for a year."

Holding his hands out, Hank pleaded, "I didn't mean to make her cry."

Shaking her head, Christine remarked, "You're eight years old, Hank. You better start using that brain of yours and quit using the charm smile. Mom's warned you and warned you. This time you really dug us a hole."

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That evening, Booth came home with an envelope under his arm. Finding Brennan down stairs, he showed her the envelope. "I'm sorry I left. I was so angry that I was afraid I wasn't going to be able to control myself. God, they scared me so bad, I just . . ."

Interrupting Booth, Brennan shook her head, "No, I understand. It was better that way. Are you over your anger?"

Nodding his head, Booth frowned, "Yeah but I'm still afraid. They're getting older and we can't watch them 24 7. I mean the next time, what if they do something that gets them hurt?"

Shrugging her shoulders, Brennan responded, "Hopefully they will try to think through their actions in the future; but, they are children and children don't understand the inherent risks that they take. They really don't understand the concept of death. Not really."

Licking his bottom lip, Booth sighed, "Yeah, I did some crazy ass stuff when I was a kid. If Pops had found out half the crap I'd done he'd have died of a heart attack."

Walking over to the stair case, Booth called up, "Hey you three, get down here."

Watching his children run to the head of the stair case and then walk down, Booth held out the envelope. "Who ever had the bright idea to go swimming in a pool that doesn't belong them, reads this."

Glancing at his siblings, Hank took the envelope from his father's hand. Not surprised, Booth ordered, "Read it."

Opening the envelope, Hank removed the paper and read the new rule, "Rule 15. You cannot go swimming anywhere or anytime without the permission of your parents. No exception."

Looking at his father, Hank licked his lower lip, "I'm sorry I made Mom cry."

Startled, Booth turned his gaze upon his wife, "Bones?"

Shrugging her shoulders, Brennan responded, "I'm alright now."

Turning, Booth saw his children tiptoeing back up the stairs. Staring at them, he called out, "Three months."

Their shoulders slumping, Hank, Joseph and Christine continued up the stairs and to their rooms.

Placing her hand on Booth's arm, Brennan remarked, "Three months seems excessive Booth."

Shaking his head, Booth wrapped his arms around his wife, "They made you cry, Bones. They're lucky I don't ground them until their 18."

Staring into his eyes, Brennan responded, "Three months?"

Sighing, Booth grimaced, "Okay, six weeks; but, don't tell them until the six weeks are up. I wouldn't want them to think I'm some kind of pushover."

Shaking her head, Brennan kissed her husband and murmured, "No, we wouldn't want them to think that."

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Kids do crazy things. Reviews would be great. Thanks.