A/N: I just wanted to give a quick shout-out to everyone who gave me some background info on Booth's father. It should help me with the story. I just wanted to get everything right!

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Hank and Jared parted ways with the couple not long after the game ended. They were both headed back to the hotel to sleep but Brennan and Booth wanted to anything but that. The team had scoped out a diner the night before and they were all headed there to have slices of celebratory pie as soon as the press conference was over.

After pie, Brennan and Booth went back to the beach. This late at night, the water was too cold to take a dip in but the sand was still warm from the sunshine earlier in the day. With his hand on the small of her back, he guided her around the shells and other debris close to the water. Booth was shaky, still floating on air from his come-from-behind victory. He was part of the best college football team in the country, a dream that could only be beaten by winning the Stanley Cup, something that probably wasn't going to happen. He was way better at football than he was at hockey.

There wasn't much talking, just some stolen glances and comfortable, peaceful silence, except for the waves. Tired from the game and the excitement, Booth plopped down in the sand and Brennan lay next to him.

Without warning, Booth positioned himself on top of her, kissing her soft lips slowly. Brennan didn't hesitate. She responded and rolled Booth onto his back. Knowing he was exhausted from the game, Brennan knew he shouldn't have to do all the work. Booth let his hands roam her body and Brennan did the same.

That was the first night they both discovered what it was like to really be in love with someone.

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There was still a week and a half left of their winter break until they needed to get back to Chicago to start the next semester, so they all few back to Philly to spend some more time with Hank and Jared.

Hank made his famous grilled cheese every night.

"It's the Champ's favorite," Hank said, referring to Booth.

Jared and Booth taught both Hank and Brennan exactly what a "real handshake" should look like. Hank and Brennan were too confused for the fist bumps, high fives and all of that other stuff that just didn't make sense to them. Booth and Jared made up their own and they promised that Booth would teach Brennan and Jared would teach Hank, that way, they had their own special thing, just the four of them. The more time Brennan spent with the Booths, she finally realized what it was like to have a family.

But about a week before Brennan and Booth were to head back to Chicago on another long car ride, the door bell rang. All three guys were out in the back yard, struggling to keep the grill going in the harsh winter. Hank asked Brennan to get the door and she made her way to the front of the house.

Brennan opened the door to reveal a man in his late thirties or early forties.

"Hi, can I help you?" Brennan asked. Looking the man over, she thought she recognized him. There was something about his bone structure she found strikingly similar to…

"Oh, I guess my old man doesn't live here anymore. Unless he got some sort of caretaker or maid or something," the man said looking her over.

"Who are you looking for?"

"Hank Booth. He around or did he finally croak?"

Brennan suddenly became suspicious of the man.

"May I ask who you are?" She wanted to be polite, and not piss off an abusive alcoholic.

"I'm Joseph Booth. Hank's son."

She slammed the door in his face and ran to the back door.

"Who was it, Bren?" Hank asked.

"Booth, I…It was, uh…I don't know…Should I…It's your dad."

All three men stopped what they were doing and looked up at her. They did their best to control their anger in front of her. Hank moved toward the front of the house first, but Booth beat him to it and stormed though the house and to the front door. He flung the door open to see his old man for the first time in a decade.

"Seeley? What are you doing here?" Joseph asked.

Booth didn't respond. He was trying to control his anger. Brennan, Hank and Jared were all standing in the living room, watching the exchange.

Booth's hand balled up into a fist, he brought it back and landed it right in his father's face, simultaneously breaking Joseph's nose. He fell to the ground and Booth shook his hand like he was trying to shake the pain out of it. Hank stepped in front of him, pushed Booth back into the house and shut the door.

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A/N: Okay, I know, I know, crappy place to leave off and I know it's so short but I need to rest my muse. She's been on a bit of overload lately and needs to take a break. I hope you guys like the chapter. Let me know what you think!