A/N: This is less of a missing scene and more of an extension of an existing scene. It all started in a chat after the episode and a couple of quick lines. The scene just kept growing in my mind and distracting me from other things; then on Saturday returning home from Target I'd intended to stop by Panera for a salad. Instead I pulled into the gas station and stopped at a pump. When I looked at my gas gauge and still had ¾ of a tank of gas I knew I'd made a mistake. Distracted driving is dangerous people. I needed to get this story written so it'd leave me alone. So here it is. I hope you enjoy it.

Booth decided to just accept that Brennan was determined to watch the game and prove she wasn't a jinx. If his Flyers are going to lose, he might was well enjoy cuddling with his wife he thought to himself as he settled back putting his arm around her to draw her closer. He did appreciate the effort she'd made with the F initialed foods and the rally cap, she's adorable, and he couldn't resist one kiss to the top of her rally capped head where it was settled onto his shoulder. He still would much prefer the Flyers win though. "What's with all this food anyway? I was beginning to think you'd invited Aubrey to join us."

Laughingly she replied, "Now there's a thought. If he came over to watch the games too, then you could blame him when the Flyers lose." At the sound of her ringtone Brennan sat up and reaching for her phone checked the screen. "It's Angela; I don't want to miss watching the game with you but…"

"No, you have to take it." He interrupted. "She's your best friend and she's going through a tough time right now. You need to be there for her." Brennan eyed him suspiciously, but he just smiled and blinked innocently at her.

As she answered the phone she stood and walked away so should could hear better without the sound of the game from the TV. "Hi Angela, is everything okay?" Her voice fade away as she moved off into the bedroom. Booth settled back to enjoy the game and hoped the Flyers could score a couple of goals before she returned, or better yet that the call lasted the rest of the game.

….a short while later…

Brennan returned just in time to see Booth pop a falafel into his mouth. "Hey I thought you didn't like those!" Glancing back at her and then looking down at the tray of snacks. "What?" Booth looked confused.

"Oh, I hadn't even realized what I was doing. This game has me so tense. We're in the second period and no score. I'm just anxious."

Brennan reclaimed her seat next to Booth and picked up a fruit kabob, "Here have one of these; you'll get some natural sugars. You love sugar; plus it's a little refreshing."

He took the fruit from her, studied it for a moment, then shrugged and deciding it wouldn't hurt to eat it started munching away. Swallowing quickly, "What was that call about? How are they doing?"

She sighed started putting together a veggie fajita while composing her thoughts. She started to speak, but had glanced at the television and interrupted herself to exclaim. "Oh look, the Flyers just scored a goal!"

"What?" Booth looked to the TV in time to see the aftermath. "Oh man, I missed it." He slouched back with a slight pout on his face.

"Well don't worry, they'll replay it, they always do." Pointing to the TV, "See they're already showing it again."

Booth shook his head. "It's just not the same thing seeing it in replay instead of as it happened."

"Well isn't it a good thing that they scored, something to celebrate instead of being unhappy about?" She reached out to touch his arm. "And since I was watching when they scored, I can't be a jinx!" She beamed.

"Well, let's wait and see if they win the game before we remove your jinx tag. I thought you didn't believe in jinxes anyway."

"I don't, but I still don't like being called one. I have to prove you wrong."

Booth chuckled, and then sat up to place his arm along her shoulders. "Okay, why don't you tell me about that call?"

"I wish I knew what to do to help them." She paused and almost started to speak before stopping again to think and then seemed to take a different direction when starting up again. "I've done a lot of reading recently, not just on the physical effects of Hodgins' injury, but also some of Sweets' books on the psychological effects. I can understand what's going on with him intellectually, but when I see him being so angry, and being mean to Angela." With and a pleading look she continued. "Angela is my best friend, and she's hurting. I want to protect her. But Hodgins is my friend too, and how do I protect her, and help him at the same time." She took a deep breath. "I want to believe that they'll come through all of this together, and stronger." She looked to Booth with a strained smile. "Like us, right? The struggles make you stronger? Anyway, if they do get through this together, I also don't want to have said anything to Angela about Hodgins that might make our own relationship strained."

"You mean like when she said stuff about me during that whole Pelant/engagement thing?"

She nodded. "Exactly."

Leaning forward he placed a tender kiss on her lips. "I think you're doing fine. You're supporting her, right? Letting her know you're there for her, even if you don't have the answers this time. You're helping her husband in the ways you can. I think you're right, it won't help her to criticize him, even if some days you really want to do just that."

"Some days I want to smack him. I can understand what's going on and still want to knock some sense into him; although, psychical violence doesn't not actually know sense into a person."

Together they settled back on the couch, his arm around her, her head on his shoulder. He kissed her temple before continuing. "I think you're doing great. We're all doing whatever we can to support them, and will continue to do so. This is one of those things we can't fix for them."

"Look we're already in the third period and the Flyers are still winning 1 – 0, maybe you're not a jinx after all."

Brennan lightly slapped him on the chest. "I'm not a jinx, there is no such thing as a jinx."

"There's my girl." The sound of Hank's cries reached them only slightly before Christine rushed into the room.

"Mommy, Daddy, Hank is crying and you told me he's too heavy for me to lift out of his crib."

"Yes he is little girl, and what are you doing up at this hour anyway? You should be sleeping."

"I was asleep, but Hank's crying woke me up, and I wanted to make sure you knew, so that you could find out what is wrong and help him so that we could both go back to sleep."

"It's okay, Booth. I'll check on Hank, and get Christine back to bed. You go back to the game." Reaching a hand out to Christine they walked off together leaving Booth to the game.

Smiling and shaking his head in amusement Booth turned back to the game. Having this family may mean he'd never get to watch a complete game again, but he did love this life. Hey maybe with all of these interruptions he'd get to watch the Flyers win this game.

Brennan returned within a few minutes. "I think he just woke from a dream and needed a little comforting. He's already asleep again. Christine also settled right down."

He turned to face her. "Do you ever wonder what a baby dreams? I mean really, what goes on in there?"

"I don't know. Maybe they dream about partying with Cookie Monster? Oh, look the Flyers scored again?"

"What? There was less than a minute left in the game, and as soon as I turn my head they score? Incredible."

"Haha. Maybe you're the jinx! Going forward I should watch the games instead of you."

"No way; I am not a jinx. They're my team. I have to watch."

"Oh I don't know about that." Then seeing the look on Booth's face. "Well there are only a few seconds left in the game, once it's done we can clean up this food and maybe have a post victory celebration in the our bedroom."

"Oh yeah, that sounds great. Or maybe the bathroom? I can grab my beer-hat."

"No, no beer-hat!"

"Yes, admit it. You know you love it."

"I do not…"