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Booth pulls the SUV into their driveway and kills the engine. He turns his head and looks at his partner, who's been awfully quiet since they said goodbye to Hank and started on their way home. He can see her reflection in the window and notices the tears staining her cheeks and the way her jaw is slightly clenched. He unbuckles his seatbelt and reaches over, resting his hand on Brennan's shoulder.

Brennan jerks and turns her head, swallowing hard.

He lifts his hand and brushes the pad of his thumb across her wet cheeks, offering her a small smile. "What's wrong, Bones?"

"I'm fine, Booth." She turns her head and looks into the backseat, where Christine seems to be oblivious to the fact that they're now home because she's just too engrossed in the private Halloween talk she's having with Henry.

"Your ankle and hip are really bothering you, aren't they?"

Brennan turns back to her partner and nods.

"Hey, how about I just break out that old wagon that we used when Christine and Michael were toddlers? You can sit in it and I'll cart you around the neighborhood." He laughs, smiling at her.

She rolls her eyes. "Booth."

"What?"

She's about to answer him, but she's interrupted by a knock on her window. She turns her head and then opens the door.

Angela holds the door open with one hand and holds onto the stroller with the other. She looks between the partners and notices the tears in her best friend's eyes. "Did I interrupt something?"

Brennan shakes her head. "No."

"Are you okay, Sweetie?" Angela's met with a confused look, so she wipes away the tears clinging to Brennan's cheek, demonstrating what she's referring to.

Brennan nods. "I'm fine, Ange." She pauses, shrugs, and then decides to elaborate. "Jared stopped by to visit Hank. He looked awful. He was hungover. I refused to let him enter the room and he got confrontational. He pushed me. It was not necessarily a hard push, but there was enough force behind it to knock me off balance. I twisted my ankle and crashed into the side of a table that was against the wall."

Angela blinks and looks at Booth. "I hope you kicked his ass." She sighs and glances at Brennan. "Are you alright, Bren?"

Brennan smiles. "I'm fine, Angela."

Booth touches her shoulder gently and waits until she turns her head to look at him before saying, "I'm gonna run into the house and get you ice and an ACE bandage."

Brennan nods and watches him slip from his seat and head into the house.

Christine finally notices that they're home and sees Angela hanging on the door. She unbuckles her seatbelt, opens the door, and jumps out onto the driveway. "Auntie Angela, where's Michael?"

Angela glances at the little boy dangling his feet out of the car near the curb.

"Mommy, can I go say hi?"

Brennan nods. "I can see you from here. Go ahead.

Christine smiles wide and bolts over to the car. "Michael, Michael," she chants.

Angela watches her son hop out of the car and adjust his costume before throwing his arms around his best friend. "It's like they didn't just see each other at school three hours ago." She laughs. "Oh, and about the, you know, whole wrestling thing, we're sorry. Jack forgot to lock the door and we thought Michael Vincent was asleep."

Brennan nods. "Booth and I have had close calls ourselves, so don't feel so bad. I suggest you be more careful, though."

"I hope Booth isn't too mad."

Brennan shakes her head. "I'm pretty sure he's forgotten about it because of what happened with Jared earlier. He hasn't even mentioned the incident."

Booth jogs over to the two of them and pops the disposable icepack. He lifts Brennan's leg with little protest from her and lightly presses the ice to her swollen ankle.

Brennan cringes at the coldness of it, but soon lets out a breath and relaxes, watching Booth wrap the bandage around her ankle and the icepack.

He pops another one and offers it to her. "For your hip."

Brennan smiles at him. "Thank you." She takes back at her leg and shifts. She slips the icepack under her dress, her underwear holding it against her already blue and purple marbled skin.

"I'm just gonna run and get the wagon from the garage, then we can go."

Angela raises an eyebrow. "Wagon? Michael Vincent and Christine are a little old for the wagon and Billy and Henry are just a tad young, don't you think?"

"Dakota's little sister is joining us, but the wagon isn't for the kids. It's from Bones."

Brennan grumbles. "I'm not sitting in that thing. I'm not a child." She crosses her arms over her chest and lets out a puff of air. "Why don't you sit in it and I pull you around the neighborhood?"

"Because," he kisses her cheek, "I'm not the one who's injured." He smiles and heads towards the garage.

Brennan rolls her eyes. "I cannot possibly fit in that wagon. I'm too tall and I'm sure there is a weight limit. We have a pair of crutches in the attic that I can use." She pauses. "I'll go get them." She starts to get off the seat, but Booth stops her.

"Whoa-ho, sit tight, there, Bones. I'll go get them. Where are they?"

Brennan grunts. "I'm fully capable of retrieving them myself, Booth, but they are in the downstairs' attic."

He nods. "I'll be right back." He disappears inside the house again.

Brennan glances into the backseat, smiling at the reflection of her son wide-awake in the mirror. She looks at Angela and for the first time she notices the stroller. "How's Billy?"

Angela glances into the carrier and then back at her best friend. "Quiet." She laughs. "For now," she adds with a sigh.

"I cannot see him from here, but I am very curious about what costume you and Hodgins decided on."

Angela smiles. "He's a beetle."

"Beetle as in the insect or a member of the 60s rock band?"

"Both."

"I don't understand."

Angela laughs. "He is dressed up as the insect, but he's wearing John Lennon inspired wig and sunglasses."

Booth rushes back over and smiles. "They're already set with your height."

Brennan reluctantly takes the crutches and slips off the car seat. She positions them under her arms and walks around the stroller to get a better look at the costume Angela's describing. "I like it. The wig is a nice touch, Ange."

Booth opens the back, right, passenger-side door and detaches the infant carrier from its base. He retrieves the stroller from the trunk and sets the baby down for a minute while he opens up the stroller frame, locking it. He then locks the carrier in place, tickling his son's stomach when he's done, eliciting a small smile from the newborn.

A car pulls up to the curb and soon Parker gets out of the passenger side. He waits for Dakota and Makayla and the three of them head up the driveway together, the toddler in between the two teenagers, her little hands holding onto theirs.

Brennan smiles. "Hello, Parker, Cody," she bends down slightly, "and Makayla."

Makayla lets go of Parker's hand and hides behind her big sister's leg, poking her head out and then disappearing again.

"Kay, you remember Dr. B, don't you?"

Makayla looks at the older woman again, staring up through her eyelashes and overgrown brunette bangs. "Hi," she whispers.

"I like your costume. I always wanted a pet pig." Brennan smiles again and adjusts her crutches. "Christine, Michael Vincent, come over here, please."

The two kids walk over to the rest of the group and Christine looks at Makayla, smiling. She stoops down and fixes the toddler's snout. She snorts, getting a playful giggle out of Makayla. "Hi, Kay. Do you remember me?"

Makayla looks up at her sister and then back at Christine. "Rissy."

Christine nods. "Uh-huh." She takes her hand and looks at Michael. "Kay, this is Michael. Michael, this is Kay." She feels the toddler start to hide behind her, but she gently coaxes her out. "He's really nice, Kay."

Michael squats and squeezes the toddler's snout, making a honking sound.

Makayla giggles again, her blue-green eyes twinkling at the older boy. "Hi, I a pig," she beams.

"Hi. I'm French fries. Do you like fries, Kay?"

Makayla nods, brushing her hair out of her face and sucking on her index finger.

"I'm not really French fries, so please don't try to eat me."

Christine laughs. "I was only kidding, Michael. I wasn't really trying to eat you."

"Alright, I think we should get going before the babies get cranky," Angela suggests.

Brennan nods. "I agree."

Booth steps towards his partner, bringing the stroller with him. He leans down and kisses her on the cheek.

Brennan looks up at him. "I'm only using the crutches to appease you. I am fine and fully capable of walking. The pain is very tolerable," she whispers.

Booth just gives her a look and then turns his attention to his son's girlfriend. "Cody, we have a wagon in the garage. We used to use it when the kids were younger. I can go get it, you know, for Makayla."

Dakota smiles. "Thanks, Agent Booth, but I think she's okay. She likes walking. Sitting and being still isn't really her thing, you know? I have her stroller just in case she gets tired."

"Are you sure?"

Dakota nods. "Yes, sir."

"Alright. Let's head out." Booth hangs back, allowing everyone else to go ahead before he follows them, making funny faces at his newborn son every couple steps.