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Walking into the kitchen, Booth noticed his children stop eating and stare at him as he walked over to the counter to make coffee. Turning his back on them, he smiled. The worried looks on their faces were enough to make him want to skip punishment; but, he knew he couldn't. His wife and already warned him that she was going to give out punishment this time.

After starting the coffee, Booth pulled out his box of cereal and placed it on the island. Feeling like a tiger on display at the zoo, Booth placed a bowl and a spoon next to the box of cereal and then looked at his children, "Mom will be down in a few minutes."

Nodding their heads, all three children returned their attention to their bowls and tried to finish eating the contents. Hank stealing glances at his father, watched his father wince as he accidentally leaned against the counter with his injured hand. Feeling ill, the youngest Booth stopped eating and stared at his father's hand.

Trying not to look at his kids for the moment, Booth poured his cereal and milk and began to eat. Noticing the newspaper on the end of the island, he pulled it over towards him, pulled out the sports section and read the highlights of the game he'd missed the previous evening while he was at the hospital. "Oh man, I can't believe they lost again."

Curious, Joseph asked his father, "Who lost Daddy?"

Looking up, Booth answered, "The Flyers. They lost in overtime."

Frowning Christine remarked, "That's two games in a row."

Shrugging his shoulders, Booth continued to read. Brennan, arriving in the kitchen, noticed that her children locked their gaze upon her the minute she walked into the room. Carrying an envelope over to where Hank sat, Brennan handed it to him. Swallowing Hank opened the envelope and pulled out several sheets.

Flicking his eyes between his siblings and his parents, he finally sighed and read out loud: "Rule 16, no one is allowed to enter any labs in the Jeffersonian unless an adult is present."

Moving on to the next page, Hank continued, "Rule 17, No one is allowed to touch any of Uncle Jack's creatures, whether they are snakes, spiders or any other entity."

Moving on to the next page, Hank sighed, "Rule 18, Do not open the front or back door before making sure you know who is on the other side of the door. If you do not know who the person is at the door then get an adult to open the door for you."

Looking up, Hank stared at his mother, "I'm sorry."

Shaking her head, Brennan responded, "I'm sorry isn't going to be enough, Hank. You all needlessly endangered yourselves handling the snakes. You then tried to frighten me by bringing snakes into my office. That was a very callous thing to do. You then lost one of the snakes and because of that your father was injured. You might be saying to yourselves, it's just a puncture in his wrist and hand; but, what if it had punctured a main artery or it had been one of his eyes? Did any of you think of the ramifications of what you planned to do or was this just a spur of the moment experiment?"

Sighing, Christine replied, "A spur of the moment thing."

Nodding her head, Brennan frowned, "This is your punishment, when you are at the Lab, you must stay in my office. You may not leave it at any time. This punishment will last for two months. You will not be allowed to watch television for the next two months. No games during that time period. I'm going to assign each of you a topic every few days and I want a written report presented to me after you've done proper research. I also plan to assign a few books that I think you need to read. These things as well as your homework should keep you suitably entertained."

Stunned, Christine asked, "Can't we play with Michael when we're at the Lab?"

Shaking her head, Brennan replied, "No that too is your punishment. Angela will be keeping Michael in her office for the next two months while you will be in my office."

Amazed at how much punishment the children were being given, Booth stared at Brennan. Noticing the look on Booth's face, Brennan remarked, "You could have been seriously hurt, Booth. They need it made clear to them that what they did was wrong and that there has to be repercussions."

Shrugging his shoulders, Booth turned his gaze back to his newspaper. He hated seeing the look of defeat on his children's faces; but he wasn't about to interfere with Brennan. Not when she was angry.

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Sitting in their mother's office, Christine looked wistfully at the doorway. Hank, noticing his sister's sad look, remarked, "I'll bet he misses us too. He's an only child. At least we aren't alone."

Shrugging his shoulders, Joseph smiled, "I wouldn't feel too sorry for him. You can bet his mother is letting him do cool stuff like crafts or artwork instead of writing book reports."

Frowning, Hank complained, "Hey, Mom wants us to learn and not play. She probably doesn't even consider this punishment just a learning experience. I bet the games and TV were Daddy's idea. You know he thinks no TV is punishment."

Smiling, Christine picked up her book that her mother had given her, "I'd hardly consider this a real punishment either. With the stuff we've pulled it's a miracle they haven't sent us to a military academy."

Sniggering, Joseph responded, "Daddy threatened to send Parker to one a couple of years ago remember?"

Laughing, Hank replied, "Yeah, it wasn't very smart to borrow Daddy's mustang and then get into a wreck it. I mean if you're going to borrow a car, it would have been better to borrow Mom's car. She just considers cars transportation. Dad thinks of them as his metal children. Well that's what Mom says."

Smirking, Christine commented, "Wow, I've never see Dad that mad before. I mean he was madder than when we swam in Mrs. Austin's pool. I thought he was going to have a stroke."

Worried, Hank asked, "He couldn't really have a stroke like that could he?"

Frowning, Christine replied, "Maybe. He was pretty angry."

Upset, Joseph exclaimed, "Chrissy, I don't want my Daddy to have a stroke."

Sighing Christine replied, "Then I guess we better start using our brains before we do stuff. Just because something has a button on it doesn't mean you should push it."

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