Wow guys, it's been ages! I'm so sorry I haven't been updating regularly. Please accept this chapter as a token of my regret.

I don't own Bones, however I can't wait until the next season comes! The season six finale was INTENSE! Please remember to read and review.

Chapter 2

"Yikes!" The people in Booth's trunk squeaked and ducked. When things got silent again, they popped up and smiled at the familiar faces. "Hi Booth! Hi Bones!" one chirped. "Hi Mommy! Hi Daddy!" The second one spoke up just as cheerfully as her friend.

"Tibby? Mikey?" Booth asked, recognizing the faces, and lowering his gun. "What the heck are you doing here?"

Michael Staccato Vincent Hodgins and Trinity Madison Booth , who everybody called "Tibby" for no apparent reason, were the children of Jack and Angela and Temperance and Seeley. Michael had his mother's gorgeous Hispanic features and his father's blue eyes. Trinity had her father's uncontrollable hair, and her mother's eyes. Just like the parents, the children were best friends. One was rarely spotted without the other.

"Please don't get angry at Tibby. It was my idea. I wanted to go on an out of town case!" Michael explained in his sweet seven year old voice. It sounded like he was pleading, but at the same time it sounded as though he found nothing wrong with what he had done. "The old skeleton that everyone's working on at home is so boring. I thought this one would be more exciting."

Brennan was not surprised to hear this. Michael had inherited Angela's wild personality. Everybody had known it from the day he was born. There was no point in scolding him, it didn't change anything, but Brennan thought that she should let him know that what he had done was reckless.

"Your mother and father are going to be worried sick!" Brennan cried out to Michael. Just as she was speaking, her cell phone started ringing. She answered it. "Brennan."

"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh. Sweetie, my child is missing! Mikey is missing!" Angela's frantic voice rang out on the phone loudly.

"No Angela, Mikey is fine." Brennan called to her.

There was a moment of silence. Finally Angela spoke again. "Oh my gosh. Don't tell me."

"Yep. He hid in Booth's trunk. Trinity's here too." explained Brennan. She stole a glance at the children, who noticed and gave her big, wide smiles. Temperance gave them both disapproving glances, then turned away and continued to speak with Angela. "Would you like to speak with him?"

"Yes, I'd like that very much. Thank you Sweetie." Angela said, and Brennan could tell she was speaking with gritted teeth. She waited patiently while Brennan gave her cell phone to Michael, who accepted it and held it to his ear. "Hi Mom."

"Michael Staccato Vincent Hodgins, what the heck are you doing in the back of Booth's car? Listen to me young man, I am leaving right now to come and pick you up and bring you home. You are in serious trouble!"

"Aw come on Mommy. Why can't I stay?" Mikey begged. He shot an alarmed glance at Trinity, whose lip started to quiver. It was obvious that she didn't want her friend to leave. As Michael listened to his mother talking, he stared at Tibby, who began shaking her head vigorously, sending a clear message: "Don't let her make you leave!"

"It's far too dangerous Mikey," Angela answered back, trying to make her son understand.

"I'll be fine Mom," Mikey protested. "After all, I've got your DNA in me! I can handle this!"

"But Mikey, crime scenes…Aren't those a little grim for kids? Won't you be frightened?" Angela asked her son, who laughed in reply.

"You've got to be kidding me. I said I got your DNA, but not that part of it. These things don't scare me! I've been around skeletons my whole life! Besides, Tibby's here with me. If I do get scared, which isn't likely, she'll make me feel better. Please let me stay! I want to work with the bugs and slime!"

"Hey if he feels comfortable, who says we should stop him?" The carefree voice of Michael's father came on the phone. "This'll be a great opportunity for him to learn some new stuff."

"Jack!" Michael smiled to himself as he listened to his mother. Even though he wasn't with them, he could picture the disapproving glare his mother was giving Daddy. The tone of her voice told him that she wasn't pleased with how his daddy was dealing with the scenario. Silence followed for a few minutes, and finally when Michael was considering hanging up, Jack's voice came back on the phone. "We're calling everyday. If we hear one complaint or problem, you're coming home."

Michael nodded, and said, "Okay," in a tone that made him sound serious. He didn't want to go home. He could be good.

Then his father said, "And Michael?"

"Yeah?"

"Have some fun."

The minute his dad said that, Michael could picture his wide toothy grin, and he knew Angela had forced him to say the thing about coming home if he was bad. In reality, Jack cared about his son, but was confident that he would be okay working in Amity Park.

Before Michael could say, "I will," the dial tone sounded, and he knew that his dad had hung up. He snapped the cell phone shut and turned to Trinity, who had a very worried expression on her six year old face. "I can stay."

"YES!" Trinity was so thrilled with this answer that she flung her arms around Michael and gave him a great big hug. "That's wonderful!"

Booth and Bones were still looking worried. That was when Melinda cleared her throat and spoke up. "If it's any help at all Booth, I have a son at home. So I can take care of them when needed."

"Really? You would do that?" Booth asked her in astonishment.

"Sure. After all, except for talking to the ghost of the body, I can't really do anything. I'm not a scientist," Melinda gazed at the children with a warm smile. "Besides, they're cute."

Giggling at the compliment, Trinity and Michal leaped out of the car trunk and raced over to the crime scene, ducking under the police tape with ease. The police officers didn't notice the small bodies running into the music shop, so they couldn't be stopped. The people by the car, however, saw the whole thing.

"Should we stop them?" Melinda asked Booth in alarm. "They could tamper with your evidence."

Booth chuckled a little bit at his old friend. "That's the first thing you need to know about these kids," he told her. "When it comes to crime scenes and bodies, they know what they're doing. They won't destroy the evidence."

As he was speaking, the children were in fact looking at the corpse with amazement. "Wow…" Trinity murmured, trailing off as she knelt by the body. Then she looked at Michael, now ready to start searching. "See any bugs?"

"Umm…Yes!" exclaimed Michael. He quickly pulled on a pair of gloves and grabbed a pair of sterilized tweezers from his pants pocket, along with a glass container. "Those are definitely maggots." Carefully, he picked one up and put it into his jar. "Judging from the stage of development this little guy's in, I'd say the victim died about a week ago."

"Yeah, that sounds about right, judging by the stage of decomposition." Suddenly Tibby shivered. "Do you feel cold?"

"Now that you mention it, it does seem colder then it was a few seconds ago," Michael stood up and looked around the shop. Nobody was there, and nothing seemed out of place. "Weird. Now it's back to normal."

"It was probably just a quick change in the temperature," Tibby spoke logically.

Michael smiled teasingly. "Or, maybe you were scared."

"No way Mikey!" Tibby immediately denied the assumption and shook her head. "I'm not scared of anything. What about you?"

Mikey shook his head in response. "Nope."

Then they continued to work with the body, unaware of the dark shadow that had suddenly appeared and lingered behind them.

They had no idea how quickly their last sentences would become false.