I would have had this chapter up earlier, but I didn't know what to do with it. I hope you like it :)

Christine knocks on the door of one of her neighbor's houses, taps her foot, and swings her pillowcase back and forth while she waits. She turns to Michael and whispers, "I don't think they're home."

Michael leans towards his best friend. "Maybe they got abducted by aliens!"

She giggles. "Oh, no."

Parker places his hand on his sister's head. "They didn't get abducted by aliens. There's no such thing." He pauses. "I can see Mrs. Martin through the window. She's home. Just give her a minute."

Christine turns her head and looks up at her big brother. "Are you sure she's home, Parky? I don't hear nothing."

Parker is about to answer when the door opens and an older woman with gray hair and a cane answers the door. He looks down at his little sister and makes a face that clearly conveys 'I told you so'.

Christine sticks out her tongue and looks at Mrs. Martin. "Trick-or-treat!" She pauses "I told Parky you were home, Nana, but he said I was lying and Michael said you were taken by aliens."

Parker grunts. "That is not—whatever." He grabs a Kit-Kat and drops it in his pillow case.

Mrs. Martin lowers the bowl to the little kids' level and smiles at them. "Good evening, Michael, Christine. Great costumes."

"Thanks," the two kids say in unison as they both reach into the bowl.

The older woman notices the toddler hiding behind Christine's leg and another young girl she doesn't recognize. She smiles at Makayla as she pokes out her head from behind Christine, and then she turns her focus to the older girl. "Hello, I'm Mrs. Martin."

Dakota smiles. "I'm Cody. I'm Parker's girlfriend."

"Ah. Well, it's nice to meet you." Mrs. Martin looks at Parker. "I'm still waiting for that fifty bucks you owe me for my mailbox."

Dakota glances at her boyfriend. "Huh?"

Parker laughs and leans in close. "I was young and stupid and I was a big fan of truth or dare when I was twelve." He looks at his neighbor. "Happy Halloween, Mrs. Martin."

The older woman nods and looks at the shy toddler. "And who is this?"

"This is my little sister, Makayla. She's really shy."

Mrs. Martin grabs a cherry lollipop with a looped stick out of the candy bowl and holds it out for the toddler.

Makayla looks up at Christine and Dakota before taking the lollipop. She stares at the red candy and then smiles.

"What do you say, Kay?"

Makayla looks at her older sister again and then smiles up at the older woman. "I a pig."

Dakota nods. "Yeah, but what else do you say?"

Makayla shrugs. "Tank you?" She glances at Dakota, who nods, and the toddler beams. "Tank you," she says with more conviction.

"You're welcome, Sweetheart." Mrs. Martin pauses. "And your costume is very cute."

"Nana, can I take another piece of candy for Popsicle? He's stuck in bed, but I wanted him to come trick-or-treating with us. But he says he's not lonely 'cause he's got a lady friend coming over. I don't know what that means, but Popsicle says she's really nice."

Mrs. Martin nods. "Go right ahead, Sweet Pea. I've got plenty more. I hope he feels better soon."

Christine takes a Twix for Hank and drops it into her pillow case.

The older woman glances behind the children and smiles at the three adults, nodding and waving, receiving three smiles, nods, and waves back. "Go ahead and take a piece of candy for your moms and dads too. They may be too grownup to go door-to-door, but they're not too old for Halloween candy."

Michael and Christine both grab two more pieces of candy and smiles up at the woman. "Thanks," they say at the same time again.

"You two are a real riot. I don't think I've ever seen one without the other."

"Mommy says we're interceptable," Christine says proudly.

"You mean, inseparable, Teeny. Interceptable isn't a word."

Christine shrugs and sticks out her tongue at him again. "We've got more candy to get, Nana. Bye. Happy Halloween!"

Mrs. Martin smiles. "Enjoy yourselves." She looks at Dakota and then Makayla. "It was nice meeting you two."

"Same to you, Mrs. Martin."

Mrs. Martin backs into the house and shuts the door just as the group, lead by two very eager trick-or-treaters, makes their way to the next house, trekking through the grass.

Later that evening, Parker's sitting in the passenger side of Dakota's car, staring out the window, as they head to the Halloween party they're both invited to. He perks up and starts bobbing his head to the song on the radio. He reaches over and turns up the volume.

Dakota glances over at him and arches an eyebrow. "You've heard of this song?"

"Who hasn't? It's Foreigner."

She smiles and turns her focus back to the road. "This song came on the radio as my parents were driving to their first date. Every year on the anniversary of that first date, they'd crank up the CD player or my dad's iPod and dance along to it in the living room." She smiles. "I remember when I was four I snuck out of my bedroom and watched them from the staircase. When the song ended, I ran back up to my room." She swallows. "For the last two years, my mom has played that song on that day. She doesn't dance, though. Sometimes she'll clean, or just sit on the couch, but she always sings the lyrics."

He rests his hand on her arm. "It's my dad and Bones' song too. It's been their song for as long as I can remember, even before they were dating." He sighs. "But Bones told me that the first time they listened to it together, my dad got blown up by her refrigerator. She said she couldn't listen to this song for a long time. Every time she heard the first few chords, she'd have to turn it off 'cause all she could think about was my dad lying on her kitchen floor and all she could hear was the explosion."

"But it's still their song?"

He nods. "Yeah. The song has better memories associated with it now. She's practically blocked that little part out of her memory." He bobs his head to the song and strums an air guitar. "Well, I'm hot blooded, check it and see…I got a fever of a hundred and three…Come on baby, do you do more than dance?"

She jumps in, tapping her hands against the steering wheel. "I'm hot blooded."

"I'm hot blooded!" Parker finishes, laughing. He leans back against the car seat and lets out a breath.

She smiles and switches lanes.

He turns his head and notices the tears trickling down his girlfriend's moonlit face. He reaches over and brushes her arm with his hand. "Hey, Cody, you okay?"

She swallows. "Um, yeah, yeah, I'm okay, Parks." She clears her throat and swats at the tears. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be." He pauses. "Your dad?"

She nods. "I just miss him, you know?"

"Yeah, I know." He pauses. "The other night, I had this really vivid dream. It was a few years in the future. I was teaching my little brother how to throw a football when suddenly I felt my mom's hand on my shoulder. She didn't say anything. She just stood there, her hand on my shoulder, smiling at me. It was completely meaningless, but I woke up from my dream and realized that's all it was, a dream. I wish it wasn't."

She nods. "I have those kinds of dreams too."

"I'll take those over nightmares, though." He shrugs. "Now that we've successfully made ourselves depressed, let's go show off our costumes."

She laughs and wipes away the remainder of her tears. She parks the car on the curb near their classmate's, Jacob's, house.

He gets out and walks around the car, opening her door for her.

She glances up at him through her eyelashes and shakes her head. "You don't have to do that, you know, open doors for me, pull out my chair, blah, blah, blah. I can do it myself."

He presses a kiss to her lips as she stands up. "What can I say? I'm a real gentleman." He shuts the door behind her and he holds out his arm.

She loops her arm in his and smiles up at him. "I guess I can tolerate it once in a while." She laughs.

"Now, c'mon, Mrs. Potato Head." He takes a step towards the front door, tugging her forward.

She shakes her head and matches his pace, her steps soon falling in sync with his.

Booth's sitting on the living room couch with Henry cradled in his arms, the newborn snoring softly and clutching the fabric of his father's T-shirt in his tiny hand, his hat pulled over his eyes, (his own doing).

Christine is sitting on a pillow in the middle of the rug, near the spot where the coffee table is normally. She scrunches up her face. "Blech. Here, you can have all these." She pushes a pile of Twizzlers towards Michael, who's sitting across from her.

"You know I don't like them either, C. They taste like nail polish."

She nods. "I'll give them to Popsicle. I think he likes them." She grabs a few of Michael's peanut butter cups from his chocolate pile and puts them into her own.

"Hey! Those are my favorite. You have your own." He tries to take them back, but she smacks his hand. "C, c'mon."

She laughs and gives him a few of her Hershey bars.

He grunts.

She shrugs. "What? It's a fair trade."

"Nuh-uh, no way, José. Peanut butter cups are soooo much better than Hershey bars."

"That's why I took your peanut butter cups and gave you my Hershey bars. Duh." She laughs and goes back to sorting out the rest of her candy.

He picks up one of his spider rings and holds it out in front of her. He smiles. "Do you want one of my rings, C?"

She smiles back at him and takes it from him, twisting it on her finger. She looks down after a couple seconds. "Hey! You stole my peanut butter cups."

"No, I took back the ones you stole."

She pouts, but then her eyes glaze over, her brows furrow, and a small smile tugs at the corners of her lips.

"C? You got your evil plan plotting face on."

She shakes out of her daze and perks up.

"What is it, C? Tell me."

She jumps up and tugs up his arm, wanting him to get up too.

He stands and looks at her. He runs his hands through his curly hair and tilts his head.

"Parky's not home."

"So?"

"He went trick-or-treating with us."

"I don't know what you're trying to say, C. Spit it out."

She steps closer to him and cups his ear, rising up slightly on her tippy toes and leaning in to whisper to him. "He's got a whole pillowcase of candy up in his room. I bet he's got peanut butter cups."

"I like the way you think."

She looks at her dad, who's eyeing them suspiciously. "We're gonna go upstairs for a second, daddy."

Booth nods. He knows the two kids are up to something, but he's not quite sure what. "Hurry back. You have to clean up this mess before bed." He motions with his eyes to the candy, pillows, and discarded costumes on the floor. "And do me a favor, Princess. When you're up there, can you please check on your mom for me? She should be taking a bath."

She just nods and heads for the staircase, Michael Vincent following her.

Booth glances down at his son and shakes his head. "God help us all. Your big sister is up to no good, Little Man," he says softly, readjusting the hat. He turns his head and watches the kids as they disappear upstairs, their footsteps gradually fading.

A/N: Just a heads up: The next 3-5 chapters will skip ahead a couple months, working up to the second to the last chapter, which is the wedding.