A/N: Here's Part 2 of Wish # 2. Here, Hank's watching over everyone, but paying close attention to his eldest grandson and his family. She specified Hank, but I don't think she'll mind seeing Booth and others as well.

I hope this fulfills all of your second wish, GG.

The first several weeks after his funeral, Hank kept tabs on the family as well as tried to keep tabs on Seeley. It pained him to see the young man get beat up in prison and his faith slowly eroding. Every night, he sent prayers to the man upstairs to keep his grandson safe until he could come home.

Finally, they were answered when Temperance beat the government bastards at their own game by blackmailing that corrupt prosecutor with all that he had done.

The elder man was excited with Shrimp came home, but then sickened when their good friend Sweets died horribly. The only comfort was that his grandchildren were with the young man as he passed on the cold pavement of a parking garage.

No one should die alone.

Hank spotted the change in Seeley in the days following the profiler's death and it frightened him. Frustrated that he couldn't stop him physically, he yelled at him when he got his guns out to kill that Sanderson fellow. Thank God for Temperance getting his head on straight.

More than once, Hank would try to talk to his grandson, but he was invisible to them. While he wanted answers, he knew better than to question The Almighty himself. He always told his grandsons that God had a plan for everyone.

It would behoove him to follow his own advice.

As things went back to what looked to be normal, he watched over Shrimp's family as well as his friends.

He got a particular kick out of his grandson's new protégé. After watching the two men during one lunch at the diner, his eyes bugged out when he saw the younger man eat a triple cheeseburger, fries, onion rings, fruit salad, mozzarella sticks with ranch, and cherry pie a la mode.

"What's that kid's name…Adams…no, it's a girl's name…Aubrey! That's it. Where the hell does that boy put it all? He had no meat to his bones, but he eats more than Seeley and Jared put together when they were teenagers."

Hank also observed his eldest grandson in his few alone moments, saddened that he no longer said his prayers or went to church on Sundays. The elder man knew that he was conflicted about his faith, perhaps feeling it failed him when he needed it the most. Everyone needed a higher power than themselves to believe in.

To see Seeley's world closed off brought the man back to when they first took the boys home after taking custody of them almost four decades earlier. It took time to gain the young man's trust and to see that wariness cut deeply.

However, Temperance did him proud when she confronted him with it, even using their late friend Sweets' observation that he needed to believe in something bigger than him. Of course, he felt pride when the woman put Shrimp's head on straight about trusting people again.

He felt relief when he saw the boy take his wife's advice by letting his guard down as he learned to trust Agent Aubrey to have his back in the field. The first Sunday he took Christine to church Hank almost wept.

He sensed more of the old Shrimp return when young Seeley Lance Wick-Sweets was born. As Hank watched his grandson be the first to hold him, he knew the young man would watch out for his godson and give him the father figure he was robbed of. Hank was thankful that he had more family that could help him when he fell.

But he still sensed a restlessness in his grandson that he hadn't seen in over a decade. It wasn't all the time, but those moments stood out like a sore thumb. However, as the holidays passed and the New Year started, they came less and less so Hank relaxed.

Then he saw his grandchildren's joy when they discovered another Booth was on the way. Hank's excitement for the newest great-grandchild was tempered with the fact that he'll never get to hold him or her. However, to be able to watch over the youngest Booth growing up was okay with him.

That same day, his pride turned to fear when he saw Seeley work a case that involved a gambler. He was afraid for his grandson because he had done so well with his sobriety for so long. When he insisted on being the one to go undercover at a game, Hank grew concerned.

He was in the room with Temperance and the group while they watched the senior agent play to smoke out the killer. The stress and fear skyrocketed when everyone watched Booth hesitate when he had a winning hand. The fear in the room was palpable, even to a dead man.

Then relief flooded the room as the agent walked away from the jackpot to make the arrest. He knew how hard it was, but Seeley did it. He was a strong man and he overcame temptation again.

He could understand Seeley's agitation with Temperance's concern that night, but his wife was pregnant. If he could have, he would have smacked him upside the head to apologize and be understanding. However, the day was stressful and he was sure the young man was just on edge from the events of the evening.

When he went to call his sponsor, Hank relaxed further. Seeley would be strong for his family. Of that, he was sure.

Then he heard the words, "Two hundred on the Cardinals."

Hank's heart broke and all his old fears came back with a vengeance.

For the next several weeks, Hank watched Shrimp hide his renewed gambling from his family and friends. The elder man may have been dead, but he wasn't blind as he saw Temperance's suspicions. He wished he could tell her, but he couldn't.

He prayed that Shrimp wouldn't overextend himself or do something stupid for a fix. His daily prayers always included one for the family. He hoped that he would see the error of his ways on his own, but even as a ghost, Hank knew that was unlikely.

A realization finally hit Hank one day. He had to stop trying to do the one thing Seeley always had trouble doing for Jared…and he had to come to it on his own. Even if that included hitting rock bottom.

As his grandson was helping his oldest friend in the Middle East, Hank's worst fears came calling as he saw young Christine answer the door to a man named Jimmy. The threat was subtle, but enough that Temperance's realization was obvious. He alternated between fear and anger for the young man putting everything he loved on the line. He held out hope that when his wife confronted him that Shrimp would come clean so the couple could fight his addiction together.

Hank's hopes were dashed when he only lied to protect his habit. After Temperance kicked him out, Seeley moved into an efficiency apartment near Agent Aubrey's brownstone building. He and the anthropologist were both grateful that the young man did his best to watch out for his mentor, even when it was met with resistance.

On the other hand, it frustrated him to see his grandson attend GA meetings halfheartedly in an attempt to sweep things under the rug and come home. More than anything Hank wanted to kick his grandson in the keister to make him wake up and make him understand the gravity of what he had done.

Last time, he had no one to answer to but himself for his actions. This time, his actions affected the people he cared about. He put his family in danger and his young partner's career at risk for helping to cover up his gambling and paying the bookie for Temperance.

It was hard and a slow wait, but one day Seeley stood up at the GA meeting and confessed what he had done. Hank was as proud of him as he was the day he graduated basic training. It takes courage to admit when you've shit in your nest. When you can do that, you then clean it up and move forward.

Of course, he wouldn't let Temperance support him when he reached thirty days without a bet because it wasn't significant enough.

Stupid little turd. He taught him better than that.

Thirty days was important because he did the work. That's better than most addicts get in their lifetime, but support from his loved ones was a must. Thankfully, Temperance got around that and got Shrimp's head on straight so he was able to get back with his family.

When he and Temperance decided to retire from their crime fighting jobs a short time later, the elder man was skeptical. It was in the blood for both of them, but he understood why they had decided what they did. Everyone has a breaking point and the two apparently hit theirs.

Part of him didn't believe it would happen until they walked out of the lab.

It made him happy when Shrimp enjoyed his time off with his daughter and his wife in her final days of pregnancy. He chuckled as he observed their daily bickering about a home birth versus one in the hospital. While Booth gave in to a home birth with assistance from a local midwife with a nationally renowned reputation, he won by having her OB/GYN there also.

He remembered those days with Marie, too. Sometimes, it was the compromising that was more fun that the solution…except for the making up part.

He counted down with the rest of the family and then July 4th came with more than one birthday as the newest Booth was born at home. Christine and Max were the first to see the young man. Hearing his old friend state he was also holding him for Hank almost put a tear in his eye.

Almost.

Then they named him. Hearing that his new great grandson was officially Henry Joseph Booth II finally brought the water works.

Just because he was dead didn't mean he couldn't cry.

One day, he watched as Jared asked Seeley for help again and felt the hairs stand up on the back of his neck.

He loved Jared deeply but he could never quite kick his dependency on his brother to clean up his messes or the ties that always brought him down. God knows the boy meant well, but he had his father in him. As much as he prayed for his younger grandson, he always sensed there would unhappiness with him.

As he watched Seeley doing his balancing act between his family and helping Jared get out of his latest mess, it saddened Hank. When his grandson took off his wedding band and hid it in his gun case before taking all the weapons, his heart froze.

The following days were a blur as he watched Seeley himself neck deep in the same murky shit his younger brother was in. One day, it was revealed that a list of agents was missing and he realized Shrimp wasn't just saving Jared…he was saving fellow officers.

However, he had faith in his grandsons. Seeley had been in worse messes while in the military and his FBI cases. He would find a way out for himself and Jared. Then he needed to set his younger brother straight.

Then saw the gunfight and to his horror, both of his grandsons went down. When the smoke cleared, Hank only saw one still standing.

He couldn't watch Seeley as he set Jared's dead body on fire, but he understood that for his eldest grandson, it the last thing he could do for his brother. However, it was also self-preservation as Booth not only had to save fellow agents, but he had to get home to Temperance and the kids.

Oh, he saw that conversation Padme had with Temperance and that Agent Miller. He wanted to smack the high horse attitude out of his other granddaughter, but one should never hit a woman.

She bellyached about Temperance making his brother stop helping Jared. However, he taught both boys that there comes a point in time a man has to stand on his own feet. The fact that the lesson went over Jared's head was a failure on his part. He knows what Shrimp and Temperance would say, but it didn't matter.

His grandsons needed someone who would stand up to them when needed and stand by them when they fell. Obviously, Jared didn't choose as well as Seeley did.

Booth was in the bathroom again, weighing his options. He knew that he was slowly going into shock and without prompt medical treatment he would die. However, he couldn't let that list of agents get into enemy hands. Several good men and women would have targets on their back by the criminals they were sworn to protect the public from.

He sensed that Kevin, the leader, wasn't all bad. The other two, however, were salivating at the thought of him dying to get his share of the two million dollars they stole. However, all were criminals and even though he was a civilian now, his duty to serve and protect was inbred in him. The fact he was no longer an agent was a formality.

But it was more than saving lives.

He had to get home to Bones and the kids. The fact he betrayed her again so soon after they got past his gambling relapse cut him even more than the gaping wound in his gut.

She was right that he needed to quit helping Jared. However, he couldn't let his little brother fall, especially when Jared knew he had gotten in way over his head this time. For his help, Booth made his little brother a promise that there would be no more help after this. After they survived this, the former Navy man would get his own shit together...on his own.

Jared agreed. They even shook on it. His little brother was scared about betraying his friends, but he had finally hit his rock bottom.

But his little brother didn't get the chance to rise up from that rock bottom. It ended with his death before he had to burn his corpse in a van in order to be able to return home to his family. For that, he had to be one to have the final moment with his brother. It would've been wrong otherwise.

Once again, he returned to his current dilemma. How could he get that list while keeping himself from going into shock and dying before getting home to Bones and his children?

His world went silent until he heard a familiar voice speak.

"Wake up, Seeley!"

The disoriented man opened his eyes and saw his grandfather staring at him. "Pops?"

"Yes, Shrimp it's me."

Booth became forlorn. "I'm sorry Pops. I tried to save him, but…"

The elder man put his hand gingerly onto his shoulder. "Seeley, you did more for your brother than many others would. Jared just could never take that final step and truly grow up. His wife didn't help matters."

"Padme is a good woman, Pops."

"Not with her piss poor attitude towards your wife. She's blaming you two for Jared, like you forced him to join with these hoodlums because you tried to get him to shape his shit up."

Booth winced. "Bones said to quit… helping him, but when… Jared needed money, I couldn't say no…"

"Of course not. She knows now and she understands."

"How do you know?"

Hank gave Booth a knowing glare. "I may be dead but I'm talking to you, aren't I?"

The two shared a laugh for a moment before the tension returned. "Jared needed my help…"

"He did, Shrimp, and you did your best. That's all anyone can ask for." Hank said. "My heart is hurting right now because one of my grandsons will be joining me in a while. Don't make it two, all right?"

Booth inhaled. "I'm trying…Pops…but I'm…bleeding."

Hank knew he had to keep Seeley conscious and knew tough love was the best medicine to do that. "Son, you've been around all those lab people for years. Don't tell me you've learned nothing from them. Use that brain of yours while you still have some blood in you."

Booth would do anything for his grandfather. "I will…Pops."

Hank smiled. "By the way, that's a handsome lad that joined our family a few months ago. Gave him a good name."

"The best one…I could…think of."

The elder man squeezed the younger man's shoulder gingerly. He knew he had to leave Seeley so he could save himself. Time was of the essence.

"I have to go Shrimp. Now do what I told you and use your brain. It will keep you alive long enough for Temperance to find you. Understand?"

"Yes…sir."

Hank turned to walk away, but hesitated. "I love you Seeley."

"I…love you, too…Pops."

"Remember…fight until Temperance finds you."

"I will…I have to…get that…list." Booth said as his eyes closed again.

"You will, Shrimp." Hank said. "NOW WAKE YOUR SKINNY KEISTER UP!"

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Booth's eyes opened before looking around frantically for his grandfather, but he was nowhere to be seen. He didn't know if he really saw Pops or if he was slipping into shock, but he didn't want to find out.

Suddenly, he remembered something he learned from Hodgins years ago. Stumbling up, he needed to find silver nitrate…now.

Hank knew that Seeley's survival also depended on Temperance and their friends. A short time later, he cheered when he saw her get that asshole with the hand injury to confess where his grandson was. From the first day he met her, she always had the strongest pair of steel ovaries he ever knew.

Except for Marie, of course. Her Italian blood took no guff from anyone.

For the next several hours, he was on pins and needles, or the equivalent for a ghost as the doctor worked to save his grandson. He said his prayers to not take him yet, even willing to give up seeing his beloved wife again. The boy had too much to live for in his current life.

He had already watched one grandson die. He didn't want to see another one go.

When the boy finally woke up, Hank heard them talking about what happened. He was afraid his granddaughter would be full of anger, but she wasn't. He saw Temperance encouraging Booth to go back to the FBI where he belonged. To make her case, she stated that she was going back to the lab where she belonged.

They were a couple of action. The world was a better place with the two of them in it using their strengths to clean up evil wherever they could. Someday, Shrimp and his granddaughter's work would even out that cosmic balance sheet the young man kept.

They didn't know he knew. One advantage to being dead is you find out everything…good or bad.

When they returned to work the couple seemed happier. Everyone was happier, including Hank. It was obvious that the weight that had been on the couple since Seeley returned from prison had finally lifted.

One day, he met that Beth Mayer that Temperance had mentioned once or twice over the years as she worked with her. She was full of fire, that's for sure. If he was still alive, they could crochet while discussing her anthropology.

He may have been dead, but it seemed some things kept running.

He cracked up laughing a few weeks later at Shrimp's face when Temperance told him the Jell-O he ate was a real brain. If he could have pissed himself, he would have. While his granddaughter denied it, Shrimp's revenge got her back very well.

He was just sad for the young man they arrested. He saw nothing when he 'died' and freaked out. Unnaturally tempting fate was the reason and God didn't reward that. Unfortunately, a young woman died in the process.

He trailed Booth and Temperance as they investigated a senator being murdered and chopped up. It was quite disgusting and would have appreciated a reprieve from his duties of watching over the family and friends at that point.

Couldn't the killer have just tossed him in the river like the mobsters used to?

A couple times, he found himself following that Aubrey. He watched as the young man put his foot in his mouth with a cute redheaded girl working with Temperance, the one they called Jessica. She was a bit unusual, but so was that younger agent.

Hank observed with pride as Shrimp gave it to the boy straight, much like an older brother would do. The young man desperately needed one as he had discovered over the past year. However, unlike Jared the younger agent actually listened to what Shrimp had to say and made some headway with the young lady. A dinner with pigeon heads was disgusting but he figured whatever floated their boats.

His first date with Marie involved classic food…two Philly cheesesteaks and two Cokes.

Thanksgiving looked so much fun. He laughed when that Aubrey fellow ate Temperance's tofu food. God know how much he loved his granddaughter, but his affection was tested one Thanksgiving years earlier when she tried getting him to eat that as well as that Tofurkey shit.

He was old, but he wasn't senile.

Seeing the family and their friends together enjoying themselves made him wistful. If he were still alive, Shrimp would have picked him up from the home. He would have stayed the weekend where they would have watched the Eagles game, taken naps, and chugged beer with Max.

But he could be here for the young man now.

Three weeks later, Hank was infuriated when two teenagers almost killed that bug guy Hodgins and young Aubrey. Seeing his grandson in the hospital, he felt Temperance's fear for him. If that scrawny boy died, would Seeley fall off the wagon again?

He said several weeks earlier that he could cope better because instead of hiding his cravings for gambling, he acknowledged them. However, at the time he didn't have two friends almost blown to bits by two little shits looking for notoriety.

His worst fears died when he saw that Aubrey kid recover but Seeley worked through his fears. It was terrible about the bug man, but his grandson would be a good friend, a better one than in the past. Not just for that Angela, but for all of them.

Christmas was fun as even Temperance got caught up Shrimp's childlike excitement. The look on his grandson's face when he saw the Jet Ski was even better than the one during Christmas thirty years earlier when he got a new BMX bike.

Later that day, Hank laughed as all the lab people and Aubrey came over that afternoon for dinner. They were later joined by Angela and a recovering Hodgins on a temporary pass from his rehab facility. He watched as the men joshed each other as the women cooked and the children watched 'It's A Wonderful Life.'

At the end of the evening after Christine and Hank were in bed, he watched their parents drink wine in front of the fireplace and talk about their life. They made plans for their future in between laughing about the antics of their friends.

Just like he used to do with his Marie after every Christmas.

New Year's Eve found Booth and Brennan at Cam's house for a party she hosted with her boyfriend Sebastian.

'What kind of parents named their kid Sebastian?' Hank thought as he tagged liked the Muslim fellow better for Cam, but it wasn't his life.

He laughed with everyone including Hodgins on another pass as they enjoyed each other's company and got ready to toast the New Year. Hank chuckled as he watched Aubrey be all awkward around that pretty little redheaded firecracker when they weren't debating science fiction.

"Damn boy, just kiss her." Hank said. "If I were breathing and fifty years younger, I'd snag that one for myself. Just like watching Shrimp and Temperance all over again."

Nearby, he saw Booth chatting with Cam's daughter Michelle about her studies. In another part of the living room, he saw Temperance discussing babies with Angela and that Daisy girl who had Sweets' baby. He was glad she had his grandchildren to help her with her son.

He saw that US Attorney Caroline dressing down a couple of Temperance's interns near the kitchen. Hank wasn't ashamed to admit he wouldn't have minded a dressing down by that voluptuous Creole goddess. Always like a girl with a little jam in her jelly.

Just like with Christmas, the center of everything always gravitated in some shape or form towards Seeley. From what he knew and observed over the years, alive and dead, each had obstacles to overcome. All did with the help and support of each other. If one person was missing, the dynamics would be altered.

This ragtag group of scientists, federal agents, and an attorney had formed a family with the backbone being Shrimp and Temperance. No, they weren't related by blood, but they were a family. One that would always take care of each other.

It warmed Hank every time he caught his grandchildren sharing a look across the room. He knew that the doctor would take care of his grandson.

Then it hit him.

Hank loved being a part of their world for the last year and a half but Shrimp didn't need his dead grandfather watching over him. He could take care of his own family. When he needed help, he had Temperance to take care of him, their children, and their friends.

It hurt as he knew he couldn't be around every day like he was, but was content in the knowledge that they would be all right.

He prepared to go, but he needed to do one more thing.

The Mighty Hut II was quiet and dark as he looked around the living room. On the sofa, Max was passed out sleeping. He missed his old friend who would visit him weekly to play poker with him and his friends at the home.

Then he heard him sawing logs.

"'I don't snore' my ass, Max."

He tip toed around before remembering he was dead and it didn't matter. Walking through the nursery, he melted when he saw Christine sleeping near the crib. Getting closer, he looked down at his great-grandson and admired his namesake. Gently, he rubbed the infant's head before giving him a kiss.

Walking over to where his great-granddaughter was sleeping, he kissed her blonde head before she sleepily opened her eyes.

"Good night, Pops." She muttered before going back to sleep.

"Good night, Christine." Hank said. "Take care of your brother. Always take care of each other."

Turning around, he walked out of the bedroom. After looking around one more time, he headed out the door. As he made his way down the driveway in the unusual almost sixty degree night, he smiled to himself.

He had a wife of to get home to and a grandson to get in line.