We're glad you liked the previous chapter! For this one, we'll be taking a big leap in time... don't freak out, we still have this thing under control. To soften the blow; the idea for this story came from a scene that popped up in one of our minds and together we created the fic around it. The scene will be the point where Booth will meet his family, and it's not too long away. Bear with us, and enjoy this chapter!

Chapter 10

Booth got up when the bell rang. He opened the door and smiled at his brother. "Jared." He pulled him into a brotherly hug and invited him in. "Thanks for coming. Come on, the pasta is in the oven, I have to go back to the kitchen." Jared followed him. He put down the bottle of wine he had brought with him to celebrate Seeley's new job and walked over to their grandfather. "Pops! You look good. How are you?" Jared leaned down and embraced his grandfather.

"Good, good, all thanks to Seeley's great care and your monthly visits. I love it when I have both my boys with me. Glad you could make it, son."

"Well, Seeley doesn't get a job every day," he smiled at his grandfather. "How is he doing?"

"Wonderful. He graduated top of his class with honours, did he tell you that? I couldn't be more proud. How have you been, Jared?"

"Great! Actually, I have reason to celebrate, too." Jared smiled widely and took his phone out. He opened his pictures folder and showed one to his grandfather. "I bought a two-story colonial house. Just a few miles from where I live now." He paused. "It's big enough for two, Pops."

"What? Oh, Jared," Hank squeezed his grandson's hand. "You make me so proud. It's a beautiful house. Fit for a family."

"It is fit for family, Pops. All I have left to do is find that special someone. Lily and I broke up. She - uhm - she broke up with me a few days ago." Jared shrugged his shoulders, "Things have been going downhill for a little while now, so..." They were interrupted as Booth emerged from the kitchen. "Dinner is served!" Jared stood and grabbed the bottle of wine. "Great! I'll pour us something to drink."

Hank patted Jared's shoulder in support and they all went to the kitchen and sat down at the table. "This smells delicious. I'd almost say Seeley feeds me better than my mother did," Hank chuckled.

Booth handed out the plates and frowned when he saw his brother pouring a third glass. "Jared, you know Pops isn't supposed to have alcohol."

Jared rolled his eyes. "Jeez, Seel, it is one glass."

"You don't think I could even have half a glass?" Hank tried with his grandson. "If you say no, I won't drink it."

"Pops, I hardly think Seeley should make your decisions for you." Jared was silenced by the look his grandfather gave him and they waited for Booth's response.

"Pops, you have to take so many different pills. The doc said no alcohol, but... I suppose half a glass with dinner can't hurt. Nothing more than that, though."

"I promise," Hank said. "Just for this special occasion. Seeley's brought me back to health, Jared, I value everything he says. Doesn't mean he's the boss of me, but it means I want to listen to him."

"You two make quite the pair," Jared chuckled and hesitated. "Is Pops moving with you?" he tried to keep it as light as he could, nonchalant almost.

Booth frowned. "Actually, no, we haven't discussed that, but I assumed that Pops would be moving with me."

Jared spoke up, "Well, Seeley, actually, I was hoping he'd move in with me."

Booth chuckled. "Come on, Jared, you're apartment is even smaller than this one." Jared looked at his grandfather, not knowing how to broach this subject. He had no idea who his Pops preferred to live with.

"Show him the house you bought, son," Hank said. "Seeley, you tell me if you think it would be a good place for an old man to live."

Booth accepted his brother's phone and looked at the different pictures. It was a beautiful, spacious, authentic colonial house. "Congratulations, Jared. This is beautiful." He looked at their grandfather. "It's the kind of house you deserve to live in, Pops."

"Son, I've had the time of my life with you. What you did for me means a lot more than you think. But it's time you started to live your own life again. Go look for your Captain, make her yours. I'll be in good hands with your brother."

"Your Captain?" Jared raised an eyebrow. "What did I miss?"

Booth ignored his brother and nodded. "If that is what you want, I'll help you move to Jared's place. No alcohol, though, Pops," he emphasised.

Jared frowned. "Are you in love, Seel?" He waited a few seconds and when his brother didn't react, his smile grew. "He is! Well, what's she like?" He frowned. "Why do you call her your Captain? That's kind of a silly petname."

Booth sighed, "It's a long story, Jared."

His brother grinned. "I've got all night."

Booth gave in and told his brother the short version. "And now, I've asked to be transferred back there. It was approved yesterday, so actually it would make things better for everyone if Pops would be welcome with you." Booth turned to Pops, "Please don't take it the wrong way. I love living with you, but I think you'll be more comfortable at Jared's place."

"Shrimp, this old man is ready for a new adventure. You've got your life ahead of you, you deserve to fully grasp this opportunity. Go take it and find your happiness. If my boys are happy, I'm happy. And I'll never forget what you did for me. Both of you. I'm so proud." Hank nearly cried and quickly took a sip of his wine, then made a face. "Haven't had this stuff for a long time. I'm not used to the bitter taste anymore. Seeley's wasted me with his hot chocolate. I don't want this anymore. Jared, you have it, unless you have to drive." Resolutely, Hank pushed the glass away from him and looked for something to get rid of the taste.

Both brother's chuckled and Booth pushed the basket of bread towards his grandfather. "Here you go. And you can crash on the couch, Jared. If you don't mind." His brother lifted his glass and drank the rest. "Nope, Seel, I don't. Thanks."

Hank needed two slices of bread to get rid of the horrible taste. How did he ever like that sewege water? The rest of the evening, they enjoyed a wonderful dinner. Naturally, his grandsons ended up trying to be the bigger man with their accomplishments, but the atmosphere remained festive. Hank was already fantasising about his new home. What colours he wanted on the walls, which furniture he would insist on bringing along... He felt revived, like a young lad. He certainly was an adventurous grandpa, they had to give him that. Most of all, he prayed Seeley would finally find his Captain and marry her. Make a family. Then, Hank could die in peace. For now, his presence was still needed and he wasn't going anywhere.

The evening ended and Booth gave his brother a pair of his own pyjamas. They all settled on the couch and continued to talk. Jared preferred another glass of wine, but for his Pops and himself, Booth made a cup of hot chocolate. They talked for a few more hours and then they all went to bed, ready for new beginnings in the morning.

The bad news is: four years have passed (we never said this would be a fairy-tale type of story). The good news is: Booth is going to look for his Captain! Two more chapters 'till they meet... We'd love it if you can leave us a review!