Jenny1701 prompt: I wonder if brilliant as they are - one of the rules backfires a bit and makes the kids or one of them over think a situation that is perhaps not "cut and dried" because they don't want to break the rule and disappoint their parents - perhaps causing Booth to add a qualifier to the rule and perhaps praise the child too?

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Agent Reynolds hadn't been on Booth's team very long and now he'd found himself assigned to pick up his bosses kids and take them to their grandfather's house. There had been an incident at the Lab and the place was in lockdown. Children weren't allowed to keep cell-phones on the school grounds at the academy that their kids attended; so, neither Booth nor Brennan had been able to call their children. When they had contacted the school administrative office they'd found that it was after hours and their calls were shunted to voice mail.

Calling Agent Reynolds, Booth had instructed him to drive over to his and Brennan's house, wait for his kids to show up. When they got off the school bus, bring them to their Grandfather's house and then he'd be free to return to what ever job he was currently working on. "Piece of cake, Sir."

Sighing, Booth shook his head, "You've never met my kids."

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Sitting in front of the Booth/Brennan house, Mickey Reynolds stared at the sports page of the newspaper he had started reading during lunch. The school bus finally appearing on the street, the young agent watched the school bus stop next to his car, three children hop off the bus and run up to the front door of their house.

Exiting his car, Reynolds slowly walked towards the house holding his badge in his hand, "Hey, kids. You're Dad sent me and I'm here to take you to your grandfather's house."

Ignoring, the Federal Agent, Christine unlocked her front door and pushed her brothers in to the house. Turning she glared, "Nice try, perv" and slammed the door in the agents face.

Irritated, Mickey knocked on the door, "Look your Dad sent me to get you and bring you over to your grandfather's house. I haven't got time to waste here so open the door and come out."

Peering at him through the window next to the door, Christine glared at him, "What's the code word?"

Puzzled, Mickey thought about it, "Oh yeah, the code word is chocolate chip cookies."

Joseph stepping next to the window turned to his sister, "That's the old one."

Nodding her head, Christine shook her fist at the agent, "Wrong, Perv. Go away or I'm going to call the cops."

Exasperated, Mickey placed his hands on this hips, "Listen kid, I am the cops. Now get your ass out here and let me take you to your grandfather."

Laughing, Joseph turned to Hank who was now standing next to him, "He said ass. Wait until Daddy hears about that."

Annoyed, Christine shouted to Mickey Reynolds. "I'm calling my Daddy and see what he says to do about you."

Glaring, Mickey nodded his head, "Knock yourself out kid." Walking over to the front steps he sat down and waited.

Mrs. Hockenberry, at home with a cold, noticed the agent sitting on the porch steps across the street and the Booth kids standing in front of the window looking out in to the yard. Concerned she called 911.

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Calling her father, Christine had her brothers watch the agent through the window while she watched the door. "Daddy, there's some pervert at our front door and he won't go away."

Fear clutching his chest, Booth sputtered, "What the hell do you mean a perv is at our front door? Call the cops."

Hearing the worry in her father's voice, Christine continued to watch the door, "He says you sent him to take us to Grandpa Max's; but, he doesn't have the right code word. He has the old one. Rule 2 Daddy."

Staring at Brennan, Booth asked, "Yes Honey, rule 2 is a good rule and I'm glad you're following the rules. Uh, what's the new code word?"

Rolling her eyes, his daughter answered, "Tetracycline. Mommy said that chocolate chip cookies is probably used by everyone so she changed it."

Confused, Booth asked, "Tetracycline? That's the code word she chose?"

Interested, Brennan looked up from the journal she was reading, "Tetracycline is a broad-spectrum antibiotic. Our children are quite extraordinary and don't need cookies for code words."

Sighing, Booth glared at his wife, "Next time let me know when you change the damn code alright? I have an agent trying to take them to Max's and they think he's a perv because he doesn't know the code."

Nodding her head, Brennan looked a little sheepish, "Yes, I did forget to tell you I changed it."

Speaking to his daughter, Booth told her, "Look, Christine, Mom changed the password and didn't tell me. Mickey only knows the code I gave him, okay. You did the right thing by calling me. Did he show you his badge?"

Nodding her head, Christine answered, "Yeah Dad; but, you know they can be faked. I'm following rule 2."

Shaking his head, Booth responded, "Listen Baby, I'm going to call Mickey and give him the new code. He'll tell it to you. You can then go with him to Grandpa Max's okay? Mom and I are stuck at work and we can't come and get you like we normally do."

Curious, Christine walked over to the window and stood next to her brothers, "Oh, oh, Daddy. The cops are here. I didn't call them I swear."

Exhaling deeply, Booth replied, "I'm ending this call Christine and then I'll call Mickey."

Christine watched as two policeman walked cautiously up the front lawn and confronted the young agent.

His hand on his gun, Patrol Officer O'Dell glared at Mickey, "Okay, stand up and keep your hands where I can see them."

Holding his hands up, Mickey smiled, "If you will allow me to, I can show you my badge and ID. I'm FBI Special Agent Mickey Reynolds. My boss, Seeley Booth sent me over to get his kids and take them to his father-in-law's place. He and his wife are in a dicey situation and can't come home right now."

Nodding his head, O'Dell replied, "Go ahead, just be careful and use two fingers."

Pulling his jacket away from his pants, Mickey pulled up his badge and ID, "See?" His phone ringing, Mickey asked, "Can I get that?"

Stepping closer and reading the ID card, Officer O'Dell nodded his head.

Relieved, Mickey pulled his phone out of his jacket pocket, "Special Agent Reynolds."

Gruffly, Booth responded, "It's Booth. I've been told the new code word for the kids is tetracycline. Sorry about that."

Turning and staring at the children watching him in the window, Mickey smiled and called out, "Tetracycline you little brats."

Laughing, Hank slapped the window, "He's funny."

Nodding his head, Joseph rushed to the door and opened it. Staring at the police officers and Agent Reynolds, he held his hands out, "Well, we had to make sure you weren't a perv." Turning towards Office O'Dell, Joseph smiled, "Daddy just called and told us that he was going to give that guy our new code word. He did it right."

Christine, stepping out on the front porch, sighed, "We're sorry we got you into trouble. We didn't call for help though."

Curious, O'Dell asked, "What's tetracycline?"

Surprised, Christine replied, "Tetracycline is a broad-spectrum polyketide antibiotic produced by the Streptomyces genus of Actinobacteria and is indicated for use . . ."

Interrupting Christine, Officer O'Dell exclaimed, "Got it kid. If you're okay, we'll be leaving now."

Joseph smiling, responded, "Thank you officers. We're okay."

Smiling, O'Dell remarked, "You kids did the right thing. Better safe than sorry I always say."

Walking away, Officer O'Dell turned to Patrol Officer Burton, "I told you this was going to be interesting. I've dealt with Agent Booth and Dr. Brennan in the past so I knew anything involving their kids had to be entertaining if not serious."

Walking beside O'Dell, Officer Burton replied, "I sure hope I get to meet them some day. I'd like to get Dr. Brennan's autograph."

Shaking his head, O'Dell muttered, "I hope you don't. You're feelings get hurt too easily."

Puzzled, Burton asked, "What the hell does that mean?"

Laughing, O'Dell pointed over his shoulder, "You just heard what their kids said. Now imagine having to deal with adults that are even smarter and don't have the patience God gave an ant."

Pursing his lips, Burton responded, "Oh."

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I hope you were entertained. Reviews would be great. Thanks. I'm still looking for story ideas.