And once again, I can only THANK you so much for all your kind reviews. So glad you still like this story.

As I stated before… this storyline is set somewhere BEFORE verdict in the story… you'll see why I have to mention it later ;) Enjoy.

Chapter 28

"You were right." Brennan nodded after a taste of the ice cream. "I don't like it. I can't even stand the smell of it." She wrinkled her nose in disgust and pushed the bowl away.

"You ate my dessert, I'll eat the ice cream." Booth offered, more than eagerly. She only shrugged. "Don't you dare to kiss me with strawberry ice cream breath." She added as an afterthought.

"Strawberry ice cream breath. The ultimate threat. Wouldn't dream of it." He winked at her and she rolled her eyes. But somehow she just loved their little bickering and secretly enjoyed it.

"Would you want to try something else? Chocolate ice cream?" The waiter seemed to appear out of thin air.

"No, thank you." Brennan shook her head. "I think I just lost my appetite." She eyed the strawberry ice cream loathingly.

"Oh, just come by in ten minutes and ask again." Booth snickered in his ice cream bowl and Brennan scowled at him "Not funny."

James Booth stifled a laugh at her pouting face and decided to distract them both.

"So, how's Parker doing? Does he know he's going to be a big brother?"

Instantly a warm smile settled over both their faces and Lynn and James were relieved to see that Temperance Brennan seemed to have a soft spot for Seeley's firstborn.

"He's great." They both said in unison and had to chuckle. Booth scooped up another spoonful of ice cream and motioned for his girlfriend to tell his parents about Parker.

"He's doing very well. He was very understanding when we told him we were going to have a baby. He asked all kinds of questions." She gave Booth an amused smile. "And asked if it could be a girl, so that he wouldn't have to share his toys. Of course, we couldn't guarantee that."

"You don't know if it's going to be a boy or a girl?" Lynn asked, interested.

"No." Booth shook his head. "It doesn't matter, right?" He glanced at the pregnant woman beside him.

"The foetus is healthy and developing as it should." Brennan agreed. "And that's all that is important right now…. Besides… in case we would know and then tell people .…we'd get a lot of clothes and gifts in pink or blue. I don't want to force my child into a role before it's even born." She shook her head. "I don't see why girls should always have to play with dolls and boys with cars." She shrugged.

"That's exactly what I always said, too." Lynn nodded. "Though it seems boys seem to get automatically drawn to mud holes and cars and all these things." She smiled at her elder son. "You liked to take your toy cars apart and put them back together."

"I had many dolls, but I only liked one." Brennan remembered. "I always stole Russ' cars and things and played with them. He didn't like it. Our …mother often had to intervene." Her breath hitched a little and an involuntary sigh escaped her, as she thought of her mother. "She'll never meet her grandchild." She said, in a low voice, sadness clearly visible on her face.

Booth reached over to cover her hand with his, squeezing it gently. "You have a video you can show our child when he or she is older. You have your memories and stories to tell." He tried to comfort her.

Brennan snorted. "Sure. Your grandparents were bank robbers on the run. Now that makes for a good bedtime story."

Lynn and James' eyes widened at her words. "What?" Booth's mother forced out, in astonishment.

"You didn't tell them?" Brennan asked, astonished. "I come from a family of criminals." She stated matter-of-factly.

"Bones!" Booth interrupted but she just arched a brow at him. "My mother and my father were bank robbers. You arrested both my father and my brother. What would YOU call that?"

"Complicated?" Booth tried after a moment of silence. She just stared at him.

"Okay, okay. Your parents were bank robbers and your brother got in trouble once or twice. Which doesn't mean anything. I thought we covered that? There's no… criminality-gene you could've inherited." Booth's eyes bored into hers.

"If there was such a gene, we'd all be criminals." James Booth stated dryly.

All eyes suddenly turned towards him and he shrugged lightly. "John Wilkes Booth was my… a few times grandfather's brother. Not something I'm proud of, but you can't change where you come from. But you can decide where you go to."

"You're related to the man who murdered Lincoln." Brennan stated astonished.

"Very distantly, but yes." James Booth nodded.

His son just gaped at him. "You never mentioned that. When I came home from school and told you that I learned a guy with our name had killed Lincoln you just said, you knew and that it was a coincidence we had the same name."

James Booth nodded. "It is nothing more than a coincidence. Because I sure as hell didn't inherit the urge to go around and murder presidents. Did you?"

"No." Booth shook his head. "Of course not."

James Booth shrugged. "Well, then. I didn't tell you back then, because first, it doesn't have anything to do with our lives and second it wasn't exactly what I wanted to tell a ten-year-old boy. There are always narrow-minded people who might have shunned you after knowing that. I bet you got more than your fair share for having that surname anyway…. Without telling us."

Seeley nodded. "You just bet I did. Whenever the murder of Lincoln came up at school, half of the class gave me those weird looks." He sighed and shook his head. "But I'm not ten anymore, Dad. You could have mentioned it."

"I thought you knew. You're FBI for God's sake. They know." James gave him a lopsided smile. "They sure as hell know."

The FBI agent frowned at that for a moment and sighed again. "Guess so. Somewhat embarrassing."

"What?" Brennan asked, interested. He'd repeatedly told her she shouldn't feel embarrassed about having criminals in her family. Was he now doing exactly what she – according to him – wasn't supposed to do?

"That some people I work with know more about my family's history than I do." He shrugged. "You're right, Dad. It doesn't say anything about us."

"At least your parents were only bank robbers, not murderers." Lynn threw in and Brennan and Booth both flinched a little, then exchanged glance. Both smiled wryly, not commenting on the statement.

"Honey. Seeley's working homicide." James reminded his wife gently.

She frowned. "I know. What do you mean?"

"He arrested her father. And brother. You're reading all that novels and watching that tv shows. Connect the dots." The man said and gave his wife a long look. She paled a little and her eyes widened. "Oh."

"My brother didn't kill anybody." Brennan threw in. "Booth just had to arrest him because he helped my Dad with… other things." She took in a deep breath. "My father's in prison and charged with murder, though."

"And Seeley arrested him?" Lynn asked after a moment. "And…. You're not… having problems about that?"

Temperance Brennan shook her head. "Actually they get along pretty well. God knows why." She shrugged.

"Max tried to protect her and her brother. Somebody was out to kill them. He…." Booth sighed. "… used his own methods to prevent that. That's why I had to arrest him. But he could have escaped. He didn't. He let me arrest him." He gave his girlfriend a long look. "He stayed for you. He loves you."

Brennan took in a shuddering breath. "I know. He has an odd way of showing it sometimes." Then she frowned. "I thought you said he kicked you in the…" Her voice trailed off as she remembered his parents where still watching… and listening to them.

Booth snorted. "If memory serves, he punched me there. But I didn't lie to you, Bones. He could have escaped…. The little fight he put up before I restrained him… that was just … for fun, I guess."

Silence settled over the table for some time, until James Booth cleared his throat. "I think," He said slowly, giving both of them a meaningful look "You should buy a book with bed time stories instead of telling the kid the family history."

Laughter bubbled up in Brennan's throat and she heard Seeley Booth chuckle beside her. "You're… not concerned or something?" Brennan asked a moment later, still a little worried.

"I'm not. A blind man could see you love each other. That's what counts." James said and looked at his wife, who nodded after a moment as if she had considered everything that had been said again. "He is right. You can't change where you come from. But you get to decide what you do with your life. And I think… you two are doing something good."

Brennan let out a relieved sigh. "I have to admit… I was nervous about that. Among other things."

Booth smiled at her in a reassuring way. "I told you, there is no need to be nervous."

"I think I could try that chocolate ice cream now." She stated after a moment and the Booths all chuckled.

"Told you that, too." Seeley grinned.

So, I hope nobody's offended or something about me using John Wilkes Booth in my story and tie him to the Booth family. I just thought, this was a way to show Brennan that other families have black sheep too and it doesn't have to say anything about who you are.

Please let me know what you think about this conversation between Booth, his parents and Bones. I'd love to hear (uh, read) your opinion.