This just sort of demanded to be written. To those following my other stories, I'm going to update The Oldest Booth next (hopefully within the week) then The Beginning.
Thanks to musicnlyrics for being my beta. She's awesome.
The Sneak Attack
Pat-pat-pat-pat.
"No running!"
The rapid fire beat of small feet instantly stops and a small feminine charm smile is flashed.
"Sorry, Daddy."
Humming happily, six-year-old Chrissy hops up the stairs, unaware of the mischievous eyes watching her. Hopping in time with the song flowing in her head, she goes into her room and starts sorting through her dress-up clothes with a happy-go-lucky spirit. On goes the ruby red dress, which in her innocent eyes sparkles with thousands of gorgeous gems. Small pink tongue firmly between her teeth she digs inside the giant wooden trunk until she triumphantly tugs out her golden helmet and sword, for how else will the magic Princess-warrior defend her lab?
Turning her head the princess gasps, menacingly brandishing her enchanted weapon toward a hideous toad with a pink hat sitting askew on his head. "Wicked Wizard Hopper! What have you done with President Jasper?"
"Da-dum."
Chrissy looks at the doorway, delicate brows frowning just like her mother at finding it empty. She shrugs it off and again dives into the large trunk to find President Jasper Pig his tall black hat, still trapped in the thrall of her imagination.
"Da-dum."
"Stop," Chrissy calls out, pouting in annoyance. She glares at the still empty doorway, silently daring any figure to walk through. Not even the creak of a floorboard announces anyone's presence. Determined not to be broken from her mission, the Princess whirls away, golden helmet shinning as bright as the sun as she hatches her plan to save the President from the Wicked Wizard's gloomy dungeons.
"Da-dum. Da-dum. Da-dum-da-dum-da-dum-da-dum!"
Chrissy shrieks as pounding feet quickly rush behind her. Before she can so much as lift the Styrofoam sword it is too late. Two sets of identical hands converge on her sides and the sensitive space at the bottom of her neck. In seconds her shriek is transformed into screaming laughter.
"No! Stop, STOP!" she struggles out, unable to defend herself or control her laughs.
"What's going on in there?" the children's father calls, his footsteps quickly coming closer.
The two tickling imps abandon their prey in unison.
"FLEE! FLEE!"
Booth has only a moment to recognize the two laughing speeding blurs as his twin sons before they disappear into their room down the hall. Knowing Chrissy inherited her temperament from her mother, he cautiously steps into the girl's room. His daughter is barely starting to recover, giggles dying off, and cheeks wet with tears of laughter. Her eyes go hard when they land on her father and her mouth tightens a sure sign of her anger.
"They got me, Daddy."
Relieved to have the chore of mowing the lawn done and feeling gloriously clean after showering off the grime of cut grass, Booth gratefully groans as he sinks into his favorite recliner chair. He pulls the lever to elevate his legs and after a few brief shifts for comfort, he sighs his content.
Closing his eyes, Booth rests his head back, a small smile curving his lips. Right at this moment his life seems more perfect than he ever thought it could be. He has a gorgeous, genius wife who interests him on all levels, four amazing kids and a house he helped build that is just spiffy enough to have a man-cave. And to make this moment just that much better, he has a huge slice of homemade apple pie on the little table to his right.
"Da-dum."
The hairs on his neck suddenly stand up and his eyes snap open. Like a crack of a whip his head turns to the open doorway. Thoughts on his napping children, he's out of his chair in an instant and silently checking all the doors and windows. Finding them securely closed he peeks in at his babies, relieved to find them each in their own beds, wrapped in the covers like little mounds of dough.
Attributing his uneasiness to over-sensitivity, Booth returns to his chair, though he now leaves his feet planted on the ground. He sits still, striving to hear any sound out of the ordinary, but nothing alerts his senses. Partly still on alert, he reaches for his pie.
"Da-dum."
Booth freezes at the soft whisper of sound he thinks he hears again. He waits, focused, but though his skin is prickling slightly, no alarm bells of danger are ringing in his head. Slowly he cuts off a piece of pie and it's just as the tangy apple mixture is registered on his tongue that it happens.
"Da-dum. Da-dum. Da-dum-da-dum-da-dum-da-dum!"
A less than masculine yell and remains of apple pie fly out of the federal agent's mouth. His whole body jumps inches into the air, muscles rigid. The front door, whose opening had been missed during the attack, slams shut and the click of running heels sound.
"Booth?" Brennan calls with urgent concern.
The white feathered chicken mask and the evil clown mask turn to each other before they gleefully desert their victim.
"FLEE! FLEE!"
Brennan watches the two dash out of the man-cave, absorbing their adornments. Quickly piecing together the events, she fights back a chuckle as she goes in to check on her husband. She looses the battle with laughter as she watches Booth mournfully gather the pie now splattered on his chair.
"They got the pie, Bones."
"Are you sure?" Hank asks his twin with doubt, though his eyes are alight with eager deviousness.
"Yeah. I heard Daddy teasing Mommy about it," Zack assures him, both speaking in hushed tones, handing over a dark green rubber snake. "Come on, Mommy's the last one. Where is she?"
"In her and Daddy's room. What about Parker?"
Zack rolls his eyes. "Duh. Parker's not 'fraid of nothin'. Now shhh."
As silently as the ninjas they imagine themselves as, the twins sneak down the hallway. They skillfully travel down the stairs, bypassing the creaky spots. They don't bother glancing around in case they are seen, knowing their father, sister and older brother are all in the garage. As they near the open entryway to the bedroom, they hear the tap-tappity-tap of their mother's laptop. They smile devilishly at successfully timing their attack while she is writing.
They carefully peek around the corner; both pleased to see the back of their mother's head over the small lounge chair. The typing continues, assuring them of their mother's unawareness to their presence, Hank smirks as he delivers the first warning.
"Da-dum."
The typing stops and, hiding from sight, both twins cover their mouths to forbid laughter to betray them. The pause is brief and the typing begins again. Shoulders moving with silent chuckles, Zack leans close to the doorway.
"Da-dum."
Again the typing ceases and the boys wait on the edge of their sneakers. Eyes wide, their bodies tense as the silence stretches out, their little legs prepare to scurry away to avoid discovery. Just as their child-aged patience is disappearing the tap-tappity-tap begins again. With relief the boys relax. With mile-wide grins they gather the rubber snakes and attack.
"Da-dum. Da-dum. Da-dum-da-dum-da-aaaahhhhhhhh!"
The toy snakes drop from their hands without thought as they run from the room. Their yells are so loud they don't hear the closet door open behind them. Hearing the commotion, Booth rushes in from the garage.
"What's going on?" he demands at his still yelling sons' backs. They don't appear to hear him, already at the top of the stairs. Brennan walks down the hallway laughing and Booth turns his puzzlement to her. "Bones, what the hell is going on?"
She laughs again, holding up a skull with an auburn wig sitting on top of a hanger with a sweater. Booth puts it all together and vainly tries to hide his humor, but his admiration for his wife is just too great.
"I thought we were trying not to scar the kids for life, Bones."
Brennan removes the skull from the hanger, smiling into its empty sockets. "They thought they could get me."
So the da-dum thing (which is supposed to be the theme to Jaws) is something my brother and his three-year-old do to me. I'll be sitting there reading or something and I'll hear her little voice "da-dum. Da-dum. Da-dum-da-dum-da-dum!" and then I'm being tickled by both of them, screaming/laughing my head off only to have them "Flee away". I put up with it cause I think she's cute about it lol. So tell me what you think!