The Booth house was glittering and filled with company. Booth had held an annual Christmas Party since the twins had been born. The Jeffersonian team including many interns, many FBI agents, Caroline, Russell and his family, Max, Pops, neighbors who turned out to be really friendly, and the children could all invite their friends. The house was always crowded during the party. Christine had on gray skinny jeans with a sequined pink halter top and a gray vest. Her hair was curled all over. Angela had made her put on heels. Christine smiled; she wanted to look pretty for Michael even though she had seen him betray her with her own eyes. She was excited, nervous and upset all at the same time. Brittney and Morgan had come over to help set up. Music flowed throughout the house. Zach and Vincent had been bothering her all week about why she had come home crying the other day, she never had told them that she saw Mikey kissing Samantha. She and Brittney already had enough detentions for torturing the girl. It took Chrissy all her strength and Booth charm to convince Zach not beat Michael up when she said he was the reason she was crying. Christine was not in a party mood, of course she loved Christmas. It was just her problems with Mikey were upsetting her. Christine stepped out into the family room where half of the party was gathered, having conversation and drinking. Christine said hello to the people she knew and hugged the ones who were or considered family. When she hugged Cam, Cam asked, "Are you okay?"

"Yea, Cam. One day at a time, right?"

Cam smiled, hugging the girl before Christine stalked off to quickly grab a glass of champagne before her father saw her.

Brittney walked over to Christine laughing with a glass in her hand.

"Chrissy, come on! Join the party."

"I am. I'm drinking."

"I don't mean drink yourself until you throw up. I mean, enjoy yourself. You know. Be the usual life of the party."

Christine couldn't help but smile at her best friend since the age of four. They had been together though everything, then Morgan joined in the third grade. Brittney always knew when something was wrong with Christine, nothing got past her.

"Where's Morgan?" Chrissy asked.

"Flirting with Parker. You know she always wanted to marry your brother."

"She can get in line behind his girlfriend, and his college groupies. Oh, and once he gets into the MLB she can get in line behind those groupies." Chrissy said causing herself and Brittney laugh.

"The party can now begin!" Angela's voice exclaimed, floating through the party.

Christine and Brittney looked back towards the front door to see Angela, Hodgins, and Catherine coming through the door. Brittney nudged Christine to go get Michael. Both girls stopped when they saw Michael coming in the door with Samantha right by his side. Christine's eyes almost popped out from the sockets. Samantha knew her brother, Vince so he probably invited her. But why was she on Michael's arm? Brittney looked at Christine; Michael had really lost his mind. Christine was trying her hardest not to cry. The one thing she had inherited from her mother besides brutal honesty was her resistance to show how she was really feeling, unless she was mad. She inherited anger issues from Booth. Christine had the urge to punch him out right there in the living room but she knew her mother and Angela would both be upset. She would get over her mother's anger but she couldn't have Angela mad at her. Brittney dragged Christine over to where the Hodgins family stood.

"Hey Cathy." Brittney exclaimed.

Michael tried not to seem uncomfortable. Chrissy hadn't talked to him in four days; he didn't know what he had done. It must have been serious for her to stop speaking to him. Samantha had kissed him a couple of days ago and now she was latching herself to him, just to piss of Christine. Samantha liked him, yea, but he knew she loved to fuck with Christine more. It was never going to happen with him and Samantha; she just needed to accept that. Cathy hugged both Britt and Chrissy before the two girls hugged Angela and Jack.

"Well, we're off." Brittney said.

"Oh, Mom, Vince gave Tommy one of the champagne glasses." Chrissy said, trying not to look at Mikey.

Brittney had already walked off when Christine turned to walk away but felt a hand grabbing her.

"Can we talk?" Mike asked her with his clear blue sea eyes.

Christine was a sucker for his eyes, it was true. That was her main mistake, thinking that she knew Michael was different just because she knew him. Christine grabbed her coat from the closet as the two made their way outside. Snow was falling. It would have been a picture perfect moment if the two would kiss in the snow, but that was far from what was about to unfold.

"I've been calling and texting you. I even wrote on your wall and tweeted you."

"I know." Christine said, with no emotion on her face.

"I know you can't be avoiding me-"

"I am. I've been avoiding you for three days." Christine said, refusing to even let the tears well in her eyes.

"Did I do something?"

"Let's start with what happened at homecoming. I had sex with you Mike."

"I know. I thought it was good." Michael said, frowning.

"It was. Great in fact. Let's add with what happened after that, three days ago I was driving to meet Morgan on Clark and Maine. Load and behold, I see you swamping spit with Sammy. Like I didn't just have sex with you two weeks ago!" Christine yells making Michael's face become frozen.

He didn't know what to say to her. It was like someone had stolen his voice.

"Yea, exactly how I felt. Speechless. …. Guess you didn't expect to get caught up so soon huh?"

"It's not like that Chrissy. You know that."

"I don't know anything it so happens. See at first I thought maybe you could explain, but then you walk into MY HOUSE WITH THAT SLUT ON YOUR ARM! NO EXPLANATION NEEDED!"

Michael wanted to explain that Sammy couldn't take no for an answer but he had never seen Christine this mad. She looked infuriated, like she wanted to put a loaded grenade into his mouth. He saw tears in her eyes; he had never seen tears in her eyes ever.

"Chrissy, I can explain it all-"

"Don't explain shit Michael. I'm done."

"You don't mean that-"

"Don't tell me what the hell I mean! I mean exactly what I said. You said you loved me, I guess you aren't as honest as you think. Sad thing is I was in love with you."

"Come on Spunk-"

"Don't. Call. Me. Spunk. Don't. Just don't."

Michael watched as Christine walked into the house, leaving in him alone in the snow. Christine stormed into the house, throwing her jacket on the couch. The people who saw her were astonished. Chrissy Booth was always the one smiling unless she was really mad. Brittney saw Christine storming towards the back patio and grabbed Morgan away from Parker.

"I was talking to my future husband!"

"Well your future sister in law stormed past and it looked like she was crying."

"Chrissy never cries." Morgan said in shocked.

"Exactly. Come on."

Morgan told Parker she'd be back in a minute before the two friends walked to the back porch. They could hear Christine crying as they approached the screen door.

"Chrissy!" Morgan said quietly.

Christine tried to wipe her face so her friends couldn't see her tears but in the back of her mind, she knew they saw them already. Brittney and Morgan sat on each side of her on the porch swing. Christine smiled.

"Sorry, just some stuff."

"Chrissy, don't apologize. We're you're best friends. We've never seen you cry before so that is what worries us."

"What happened with Mike?" Brittney asked, guessing that the boy was the cause of her friend's distress.

"Just him and Samantha. I've had enough. It just took a toll on me."

Morgan rolled her eyes. No one was worth Chrissy's tears.

Brennan and Angela were going to sit on the back porch. They could hear voices. Angela grabbed Brennan back saying she recognized the voices. The two women started to listen at the door. Brittney was standing in front of her two friends, unaware that the women were behind the door less than three feet away.

"Booth, I've never seen you cry before," Britt only called her Booth in troubled times, "Not when you broke your arm or when Sam insulted your family. Never. So the fact that Michael has you crying has me upset! Who the hell does Michael Hodgins think he is?"

Angela's eyes got big as well as Brennan. Angela knew she wouldn't be able to not listen now.

"It's okay Britt."

"No, it's not." Morgan says.

"You had sex with him homecoming night Booth! Think about it! You told him that you were in love with him. You don't do that. You never let people see how you feel unless you're pissed off. You let him see you raw, in an emotional and physical way! Booth, there is nothing acceptable to what he did. Go punch him!" Brittney yelled.

Angela looks at Brennan, completely in shock. Neither had an inkling of what had occurred.

"No Britt. All of her people are in there. Don't you think if she's goes in there swinging on Michael that questions won't be asked? Her dad would kill him. Then Miss Angela would kill her dad." Morgan exclaimed.

Angela shook her head in agreement at Brennan who just smiled at her friend.

"Okay. Okay. But you don't deserve this Booth. I hate to see you like this. You're my best friend."

"I know and I'm going to be fine," Christine told them wiping away tears, "Just sing to me Britt. Your singing always makes me feel better."

Brittney looked reluctant but got up to sing regardless. She wouldn't say no to her friend, especially not now.

"Oh, How about a round of applause, Yeah. A standing ovation. Oh, Yeah. Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. He looks so dumb right now. Standing outside your house. And he's trying to apologize. But he's so ugly when he cries. Please, tell 'em cut it out. Don't tell let him tell you he's sorry 'cause he's not. Girl when you know Mike's only sorry he got caught. But he put on quite a show. Really had you going. But now it's time to go. Curtain's finally closing. That was quite a show. Very entertaining. But it's over now. Go on and take a bow. Grab his gifts and get gone. He better hurry up before the sprinklers come on. Talking' bout' Girl, he loves you, and you're the one. This just looks like a re-run. Please, what else is on. Don't tell let him tell you he's sorry 'cause he's not. Girl we all know he's only sorry he got caught. But he put on quite a show. Really had everybody going. But now it's time to go. Curtain's finally closing. That was quite a show. Very entertaining. But it's over now. Go on and take a bow. Oh, and the award for the best liar goes to Mike." Brittney sings.

"Goes to Mike." Morgan chimes in making Christine smile.

"For making you believe that he could be faithful to you. Let's hear his speech, Oh. How about a round of applause. A standing ovation. But he put on quite a show, really had everybody going. Now it's time to go. Curtain's finally closing. That was quite a show. Very entertaining. But it's over now. Go on and take a bow. But it's over now." Brittney sings, holding her stomach.

Christine smiles. Angela and Brennan exchange worried glances.

"Don't cry over him Booth. It only makes me want to get Zach to beat him up." Morgan says making the girls all laugh.

Angela nods to Brennan that they should go out to the porch. Angela begins to laugh loudly, nodding to Brennan who does the exact same. The girls all straighten up like they were just chilling outside.

"Hey girls." Angela says.

"Hi Miss Angela." Brittney and Morgan exclaim in unison.

"Hey Ange. Hey Mom."

"Hi Mrs. Booth." The girls exclaim.

"Hi."

"So aren't you all cold out here?" Angela asks.

"Yes, we were just about to go back inside. Up to Chrissy's room. We're all partied out." Morgan says getting up from the swing.

Christine smiles at Brennan and Angela like nothing is wrong. The girls all go through the door, back inside the house.

"That girl is just like you sometimes Brennan."

"Everyone seems to think she acts like Booth." Brennan says to her friend.

"No, when it comes to feeling everything but anger, she's just like you. She'll hide from the world."

Brennan nods her head at her best friend. Maybe her daughter took more from her than her eyes.