This chapter was originally going a totally different direction, but oh, well, I hope you like it...

Booth's in his office with Christine sitting on his lap, dressed up as a Heinz ketchup to-go packet. "Daddy, can we go now?"

Booth sighs, kissing the side of her head. "Not yet, Princess. I'm almost done and then we have to wait for mom."

"But I wanna see Popsicle and I want candy."

He nods and pushes the chair back. "Soon, but I'll tell ya what. Uncle Sweets is in his office. I told him to stock up, so go bug him for some candy." He pauses. "Don't forget your pillow case, Baby."

She beams and slips off his lap. She scurries over to the chair in the corner and grabs the pale pink pillow case that's draped over the arm. She looks back at her father and smiles wider.

"Go straight to his office and come straight back, got it?"

She nods and leaves.

He shakes his head at her enthusiasm and goes back to the mound of paperwork in front of him.

She skips back into the office several minutes later and jumps up on the chair in the corner, setting her pillow case in her lap and sticking her hand in.

He snaps his head up and smiles. "You can have one piece, Princess, so choose wisely. Save the rest for later."

She sighs. "Okay." She pauses. "Uncle Sweets says you're very funny, daddy."

A smug grin graces his lips as he goes back to work again.

"Is mommy gonna be here soon? I wanna go see Popsicle and go trick-or-treating," she repeats, as if her father didn't hear her the first time.

He glances at his phone when it vibrates. He pulls up the message and smiles. "She just stepped onto the elevator, Baby, so she'll be here any minute."

She licks the chocolate from her lips and smiles. "Yay!"

He sets his pen down and shakes his head, not lifting his eyes from the page laid out in front of him.

"Mommy!" Christine leaps up, her pillow case dropping to the floor. She wraps her arms around her mother's waist before the woman even passes the threshold, and tips her head back. "We can go now, right?"

Brennan pushes the stroller into the office and glances at Booth and then down at her daughter. "Your father isn't quite finished, I believe." She pauses and brings the stroller closer to Booth. "Watch him for me." She looks at Christine. "Honey, come with me to the restroom."

"But I don't gotta go, mommy."

"Maybe not, but you do have melted chocolate all over your mouth and hands." Brennan gives a pointed look at her partner.

"Blame Sweets," he mutters, glancing at Henry and giving the six-week-old newborn a giant grin. "Hey there, Little Guy."

"Come on, Sweetheart." Brennan nudges Christine and the two of them leave the office, heading towards the bathroom.

He closes the last file and stands up. He tickles his son's stomach, watching his face light up with a toothless smile. "Your sister is gonna be very disappointed that your mom didn't dress you up as an alien."

Henry does something similar to a shrug and kicks his legs, his eyes curious.

Brennan returns a few minutes later and enters the office with Christine leading the way. "I spoke to Parker earlier and he and Dakota are meeting us there. I sent him the directions."

Booth looks up at her and smiles. He turns his focus to his daughter and raises and lowers his eyebrows. "Who's ready to go see Pops?"

Christine hops onto the chair, rising both legs and both arms. "Me!"

"Since no one's ready, I guess we're not going," he teases.

"Daddy, I'm ready, I'm ready!"

"Did you hear anyone say they're ready, Bones?"

Brennan shrugs. "I'm not sure I did, Booth."

"Daddy! I'm ready. I promise I'm ready. I wanna go see Popsicle and then go trick-or-treating!" Christine jumps up and picks up her pillow case off the floor. "I'm ready! I'm ready, ready, ready!" She spouts off, bouncing.

Booth flashes the little girl a smile and stands up. "C'mon, Princess." He grabs hold of the stroller's handles and glances at his son, who's dressed in orange pajamas that resemble a prison jumpsuit. "And how about you? Are you ready, Mister?"

Henry raises an eyebrow and sticks out his tongue as his father pushes the stroller towards the door.

Brennan tilts her head back when her partner lowers his lips to hers for a quick kiss. She smiles. "Angela and Hodgins will be joining us for trick-or-treating later. Michael Vincent seems to be very excited about the prospect of candy. Ange told me that he even slept in costume last night in anticipation for tonight's event as well as the parade at school earlier."

Booth nods. "Well, then we better get going, huh? I called Pops while I was waiting to pick up Christine. He's looking forward to seeing the kids in their costumes." He leans down and hovers just over her ear, his hot breath brushing against her skin. "Where's your costume, Bones?"

Brennan tugs on his tie and tilts her head, their lips lightly touching. She pulls back and smirks. "Oh, you'll see it later…much later." She pauses. "Where's yours?"

"Oh, you'll see it later too." He winks.

"Mommy! Daddy! Quit yappin'. I wanna see Popsicle. I gotta see if my magicky dust worked." Christine pauses. "Please, can we go now?" She tacks onto the end.

Brennan nods. "Let's go."

Booth smiles at her and the four of them leave his office. He shuts the door and locks it before they head towards the elevators.

Christine skips down the hallway towards her great-grandfather's room. "C'mon, daddy. C'mon. I wanna see Popsicle. I wanna show him my costume."

"Slow down, Princess. We're right behind you." Booth pauses, adjusting his grip on the stroller. "And remember, you gotta be quiet in here."

"Oopsie, sorry," Christine whispers. Her eyes light up when she notices Parker standing near one of the doors, waiting. "Parky!" She squeals and quickly covers her mouth with her hands. She turns her head and looks up at her father. "Sorry, daddy. I didn't mean to."

Booth shakes his head. "It's alright, Baby." He smiles at her and they continue towards Hank's room. "How was school, Bub?"

"I don't really want to talk about it," Parker grumbles, hitching up his backpack some more.

Booth shrugs. "We'll talk later." He looks at Dakota and offers her a smile. "Hi, Cody."

Dakota smiles. "Hello, Agent Booth."

"Well, let's not keep Pops waiting."

"I—I'm just going to stand out here." Dakota reaches up and presses a kiss to Parker's cheek.

"You can come in, Cody," Booth assures.

Dakota shakes her head. "I couldn't. It's a family thing."

"C'mon, Cody. Pops really wants to meet ya," Parker pleads.

"Are you sure?"

Booth nods. "Of course."

"Cody, you didn't say anything about my costume. Do you like it?" Christine bounces, smiling wide at the older girl.

Dakota's green eyes twinkle as she smiles at her boyfriend's little sister. "Very nice, Squirt."

"Michael's my French fries."

Dakota arches an eyebrow. "Huh?"

"What she means, Cody, is that Michael Vincent is going as a carton of French fries," Brennan translates.

"Oh. That makes more sense." Dakota laughs. "Is he your best friend?"

"My bestest friend. I've known him my whole life, right, mommy?"

Brennan nods. "Yes, you are correct."

"I've known my best friend that long too."

"But I thought Parky was your best friend? You haven't known him your whole life. I'd know."

Dakota laughs. "Parker's not who I'm talking about, Squirt. I'm talking about my best friend from back home, you know, where I used to live before I moved here."

"Oh. Is Parky your best friend too?"

Dakota nods. "Yeah." She smiles at him. "He is."

"He's my best friend too. I've known him my whole life too."

Dakota laughs. "But I heard he didn't get to see you as much as he would have liked."

Christine nods. "He lived all the way over there in England. That's what mommy and daddy and Parky says."

"All the way over there?" Dakota points in the same direction as the little girl.

Christine nods. "Yep. He lived really, really far away and I didn't like it." She pauses. "Cody?"

"Yeah, Squirt?"

"Am I your best friend too?"

Dakota smiles. "Yeah, sure."

Christine's eyes widen. "Yay!" She pauses. "Is Makayla gonna trick-or-treat with us?"

"Do you want her too?"

Christine nods. "Yeah. I like her."

"Makayla likes you too. I have to pick her up from daycare later 'cause my mom is working late, so sure, she can come, but only if that's okay with your mom and dad." Dakota glances at Booth and Brennan.

"That's not a problem, Cody. Your sister is welcome to join us," Brennan answers.

"Cool, thanks, Dr. B."

Booth clears his throat. "Alright, you guys, let's go inside."

In agreement, Brennan turns the knob and walks into the room.

Hank is sitting up in the bed when the group of six walk in. He looks around and smiles. "It's about time. I've been watching you through that tiny little window for ages."

"Popsicle!" Christine skips over to his bedside and stands on her tippy toes, leaning over to give him a hug. "Did the magicky dust work?"

Hank coughs and swallows. "I think so."

"But you're still coughing."

"I'm getting better, Cheese puff. Your special dust works slowly."

"Oh, okay. Good. I don't have any with me today, but next time I see you, I'll bring some more."

"Good idea, Pipsqueak."

Christine scrunches up her nose at the nickname and steps back, twirling around. "Do you like my costume, Popsicle?"

"Let me get a good look at ya."

Christine continues to twirl around.

"Whoa, you're makin' me dizzy, Pipsqueak."

Christine stops suddenly, wobbling.

"What are you supposed to be? A vampire? A giant? A tube of toothpaste?" Hank teases.

"No! I'm katsup."

Hank squints. "Oh, yeah, now I see it."

Christine giggles. "My bestest friend is my French fries."

"Is he your boyfriend?"

Booth swallows and grunts. "She's six, Pops. He better not be her boyfriend."

Hank laughs. "Loosen up, son. I'm only jokin'."

"What's boyfriend mean? Like mommy and daddy?"

Hank nods. "Sorta, yeah. Boyfriends and Girlfriends hold hands, hug, kiss, go to the movies or go out to eat, stuff like that."

"Me and Michael hug and hold hands all the time. We go to movies and eat lunch together at the diner with our mommies. What kinda kiss, Popsicle? Like mommy and daddy when they eat each other's faces off?"

Booth cringes. "Alright, that's enough, both of you."

Hank hears his grandson, but doesn't listen. "You don't have to kiss like your mom and dad, but a small kiss on the lips or the cheek."

"Then I guess Michael's my boyfriend."

Booth chokes on his spit. "Excuse me?" He squats, turning his daughter towards him. "What do you mean he's your boyfriend?"

"Popsicle says that boyfriends and girlfriends do all that stuff he says. Me and Michael have done all that stuff, daddy, so he must be my boyfriend."

"Don't listen to your—wait, all that stuff? You and Michael kissed? Where? When?"

"We were wrestling and then he just kissed me right here," Christine pressed her finger to her lips. "He says his mommy and daddy do that when they wrestle too."

Booth falls back onto his butt and blinks.

Brennan glances down at the two of them. "Booth?"

Booth jumps up and swallows. "I—I need to go call Hodgins and Angela—Right NOW."

Brennan touches his arm. "It was a harmless kiss, Booth."

"Harmless? Harmless? You're kidding me, right?"

"No, I'm not kidding you. They simply observed something and were applying it to their everyday lives."

Booth looks at his grandfather. "I'll be right back, Pops. I have to go kill some friends of mine." He pauses. "And stop talking about boyfriends and girlfriends. Christine is six. SIX. Got it?" He gets down to his daughter's level again. "You and Michael aren't boyfriend and girlfriend, Princess."

"But Popsicle says that—."

"I know what he says," Booth throws his grandfather a glare and then looks back at Christine, "but he doesn't know what he's saying. Magicky dust sometimes makes you loopy. Don't listen to him." He lets out a breath and stands up. "I need to go for a walk."

"Booth?"

"I promise I won't kill Hodgins and Angela."

"Be nice, Booth." Brennan pauses. "Didn't you tell me that when Parker was five, he gave a girl classmate a kiss on the lips while they were on the bus?"

"It's different."

"Why? Because he's a boy?"

"No. It's just different."

"I don't see how? It's not like Christine and Michael actually know the social or cultural significance of the terms. We held hands, hugged, kissed, went to the movies, and went out to eat, as well, before we slept together. We were just friends then. It's harmless, Booth. They're best friends."

"I'm still gonna talk to Hodgins and Angela and buy them a lock for their bedroom door."

"I'm sure their bedroom door has a lock on it. They probably just forgot to lock it."

"You're not helping, Bones." He goes to give her a kiss, but stops himself. He pulls back and sighs. "I'll be right back." He leaves the room and heads for down the hallway.

Hank shifts and turns his attention to the two teenagers. "Well, I know who you are, Parker, but who's this lovely girl?" He holds his hand and Dakota shakes it. He presses a delicate kiss to the back of her hand and smiles at her.

"I'm, I'm Cody."

"Ah, you're the famous Dakota, huh?" Hank looks at Parker. "I see why you like her so much, son."

Parker blushes and glances quickly at his girlfriend.

"I have to say that you're prettier in person, Dakota." Hank pauses. "I hear you're from California?"

Dakota nods. "Yes, sir."

"No need to be so formal, Sweetheart. Call me Hank."

"Hello, Hank," Brennan finally says, reaching in the stroller to pull Henry out of his carrier. She cradles him and steps closer to the side of the bed. "Would you like to hold Henry?"

"You don't have to ask, Temperance. He's my great-grandson." Hank coughs into the crook of his elbow and takes in a shaky breath, expelling it slowly.

Brennan lowers the newborn into his great-grandfather's arms and smiles when Henry reaches up and touches Hank on the jaw, curling his tiny finger. "I think he likes you."

"Of course he does, Sweetheart. Who doesn't?" Hank laughs, turning away to cough and catch his breath. He looks down at the baby and touches the tip of little nose with the pad of his finger. "Was Seeley the arresting officer?"

Brennan's momentarily confused until she follows Hank's line of sight and figures out that he's referring to Henry's outfit. She laughs. "Well, according to Booth, Henry's diapers are quite deadly."

"He's gotten so big."

Brennan nods. "Yes, I know. He's in the 95th percentile in both height and weight. Booth says he's our little overachiever."

Hank tickles the newborn and watches his little lips curve into a small smile and his eyes flicker with delight. "He's got his father's smile. I remember the first time I saw that smile. Seeley was three months-old then. He was such a happy baby." He sighs.

Brennan nods, realizing the significance of Hank's sigh. "How are you feeling?"

Hank shrugs. "I've been better, but I'm doing alright, Temperance."

Brennan smiles.

Hank angles Henry a little and presses a kiss to his forehead. "You look beautiful today, Sweetheart. I hope motherhood is treating you well the second time around."

"Thank you, Hank." Brennan pauses. "I just went back to work on Monday, and while it was very difficult to leave Christine in daycare for the day, I actually found it even more difficult to leave Henry. I don't know why, though."

"I guess he's a momma's boy, then?" Hank laughs and glances down at the newborn in his arms.

Brennan's about to respond, but is interrupted by a knock on the door. As it opens, she turns her head, assuming it to be Booth. Her eyes widen and she swallows. "Jared."