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Sitting in Alice's Restaurant, Booth and Brennan were enjoying a pancake breakfast when their daughter folded her arms across her chest and glared at her father. "I don't like these pancakes, Daddy. They don't look right."

Amused, Booth patted her shoulder. "Baby, not everyone puts smiley faces on pancakes."

His daughter continuing to fuss, Booth pulled her from her bumper seat and sat her on his lap. "What's wrong, Sweetheart?"

Clinging to her father, Christine whined. "I want to go home, Daddy."

Not really sure what was going on, Booth rubbed her back, looked towards his puzzled wife then down at his daughter. "I thought you were having fun, Baby. After we eat breakfast Mommy and you are going to have a lot of fun today. She's going to drive you to Sault Ste. Marie in Canada and you're going to go on a train ride. You love trains."

Leaning on the table, Brennan tried to sound excited for her daughter. "It's a day long tour. It looks very scenic. We'll even get to see a waterfall."

A waterfall sounded good, but she was still unhappy. "I want Daddy to come with us, Mommy."

His arms pulling her into a hug, Booth stared at Brennan. "Maybe I should cancel with Ted. He can . . . "

"No, Booth." Brenan interrupted him. "No, you need to help Ted finish his task. It will please Caroline that you helped him with his family obligations and I think that's important . . . She was very supportive while you were gone and I don't think you should disappoint her cousin."

Reaching for his cup of coffee, Booth stared at the dark brew inside. "I do owe her . . . besides if this goes right she promised to quit bringing up that damn . . . sorry, darn car of hers that your brother wrecked. She still blames me for that sh . . . what happened." Turning his attention back to his daughter, Booth made her a promise. "Daddy has to do something today for Auntie Caroline's cousin, but I promise you that we'll do something tomorrow. Heck we may even just go back home. Your Auntie Caroline gave your Daddy two weeks to play with and I sure never promised her that I would use all those days to help her crazy cousin."

Amused, Brennan laughed. "I can't believe he thinks he can get an alligator into Canada." Her laugh turning into a glum expression, she sighed. "It seems cruel to make the alligator stay in a cooler though. It can't be very comfortable."

Rolling his eyes, Booth complained, "I can't believe I agreed to help him today. God knows what he's going to do."

"Daddy, can we have pizza tonight?" Her hopeful expression melting Booth's heart, he smiled at her. "If you want pizza then that's what we'll have. We're on vacation so I guess it doesn't matter that we had pizza last night."

Resigned to a poor diet for the next few days, Brennan sighed. "I'll see if they have some antipasto."

Laughing, Booth winked at his wife. "There you go . . . everyone gets what they want."

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As he patiently stood outside his motel room, Booth watched as Ted pulled his truck up next to him. Walking around the vehicle, Booth opened the passenger door and slid into the cab of the truck. "Okay, James Bond, how do you plan to get Carlos into Canada?"

"Pooyie, Cher', I love dat James Bond." Pulling out onto the road, Ted gushed. "Mais, I loved his movie, 'Skyfall'. Dat was a great movie."

Booth was suddenly leary about Ted's evasion. Turning, he snapped his fingers near the man's face. "Ted, concentrate man . . . how do plan to get Carlos into Canada?"

"Cher', you worry too much." Careful, Ted passed a slow moving vehicle and then pulled back into his lane. "I talked to T-Fred last night and he come up wit a plan. You see."

His eyes on the road ahead, Booth reminded his friend about his number one rule. "Nothing illegal, Ted."

Shrugging his shoulders, the happy man turned on his radio. "Don't worry you sef none."

"Look, Ted, I don't think I like you just traveling around with a gator in a cooler." Crossing his arms, Booth gave his companion a hard stare. "It's a mean thing to do. I told Bones about it and she doesn't think you're treating the thing right and neither do I."

Rolling his eyes, Ted slowed his truck and pulled it into a gas station. After he parked it near the street, he turned off the engine and turned to look steadily at Booth. "I need to show you something." Getting out of the truck, Ted waited next to the bed of the truck.

Curious, Booth exited the truck and walked over to where Ted was standing.

Opening the lid of the cooler, Ted smiled. "Mais, watch dis." Making sure Booth was looking into the cooler, Ted reached in and poked the gator on the eye.

Surprised that the gator didn't move, Booth reached in and picked the gator up by the tail. To his surprise, the gator was light and definitely not alive.

Slapping his hand on the truck bed, Ted roared with laughter. "Mais da look on you face . . . so funny."

Angry and trying to keep from hitting the man, Booth dropped the gator back in the cooler. "What the fuck is going on?"

Closing the cooler, Ted made sure the lid was on tight. Suddenly serious, Ted leaned against the truck and watched the passing traffic. "Caroline heard about my luck wit the lottery for da elk and asked me to do her a favor. We had to tink about how to play it and I came up wit dis one. It didn't work like I thought it would. I thought da border agent would confiscate it but he turned me back, so I had to tink of something else. Caroline was not happy Cher'. She call me a cowan and dat not nice no. I promised her dat I get the job done but I have to do it today."

Confused, Booth shook his head. "Just tell me what the hell is going on, Ted."

Shrugging his shoulders, Ted sighed. "Da State Department wants to bring in some guy from somewhere for dat political asylum but it need to be done quietly and not be on da news. You know how reporters are. Anyway, I got to deliver some paper work and some other stuff to da embassy in Canada so dat person can come across da border without the reporters noticing. The State Department don't want to use anyone attached to dem, so da reporters or da spies won't notice what is going on. I thought Carlos would make dem concentrate on some foolishness and not check my truck for nothing else. Sort of da clown what is harmless, but dat agent didn't follow his job closely, the lazy bastard. He probably didn't want to deal wit da paperwork da catin."

Moving back to the front of the truck, Ted opened the front driver's side door and slid back onto the front seat. Annoyed, Booth reentered the truck and turned towards Ted. "What are you going to do?"

His bright smile lighting up his face, Ted winked at Booth. "My cousin T-Fred is going to help. You see."

Booth didn't want to get into trouble with the State Department or Caroline, but he was so tired of being used. "Why am I involved?"

Patting Booths knee, Ted told him the truth. "Caroline love you and she sad you sad. She want to give you something fun to do and she know I a happy person so she thought you come wit me might make you less sad. See? Tings were bad for you Cher, but you family loves you. Caroline considers you family and since she my cousin dat make you my family too. Okay?"

Proud that Caroline loved him enough to consider him family, Booth felt his sadness recede, at least for awhile. "Thanks man."

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After he parked his truck across from Soo Brewing, Ted patted Booth's knee. "Okay . . . now Cher' just act natural and everything be fine."

Reluctantly, Booth exited the truck and watched the man reach into the cooler, take Carlos out and place him into a sports bag.

Holding it up, Ted winked at Booth. "Okay Cher'. It's almost done, yeah."

His hands shoved into his pants pockets, Booth followed Ted across the street and into the brewery. Ted, spying someone standing just inside the entrance, waved and then rushed over to the man. Placing the bag down, Ted grabbed the younger man and lifted him off his feet. "Mais Cher', I told you we'd come and here we are."

Laughing T-Fred rubbed the top of Ted's head. "Let me down you idiot."

Happy to oblige, the Louisianan dropped his cousin and turned towards Booth. "Dis is T-Fred."

"Well, I was hoping it was someone you knew." Booth frowned at the exuberant man.

Tickled, Ted reached over and slapped Booth on the shoulder. "You so funny. I gots to tell you dat, Man." Reaching down and picking up his bag, he handed it to T-Fred. "Here you go, Cher'. I appreciate you doing dis for me."

A smirk on his face, T-Fred took the bag, glanced at Booth then back at his cousin. "Okay, you ready?"

A little alarmed, Booth shook his head, wanting to know what was about to happen. "Ready for what?"

Turning towards Booth, T-Fred gripped the bag firmly in his hand. "I knew he wouldn't tell you . . . Look Man, I run a bar and sometimes I like to serve beer from this micro-brewery. I have permits and contracts that allow me to buy and sell certain beers and liquor, but I like to support the area micro-breweries not just the big ones. I can legally bring into Canada 24-12 ounce cans or bottles of beer free of duties and taxes. This brewery sells a growler of beer that's 64 ounces. That means I can bring in 7 of them. Now me, you and Ted can buy 7 each that will give me 21 bottles for my bar and that will last me for a while. Okay?"

Annoyed, Booth placed his hands on his hips. "You mean we have to buy beer and drive it across the border for you?"

Shrugging his shoulder, T-Fred smiled. "Hey, I said I'd get Ted's stuff across on my own and deliver it today so that means Ted owes me a favor. The beer is his obligation."

His gaze back on his friend, Booth noticed Ted holding his hands up in prayer. "Fine."

Jubilant, Ted hugged and kissed Booth on the cheek, much to the annoyance of the FBI agent. Placing his hands on Ted's upper arms, Booth pushed him away. "Ted, for God's sake, quit hugging me and kissing me."

Laughing, Ted stepped back. "Don't worry yourself none no. I'm a happy married man."

"That's beside the point." Holding up his hand, Booth shook it in Ted's face. "Shake my hand if you have to, but quit hugging me."

Yanking his cousin's arm, T-Fred growled at the man. "Leave the man alone, you couillon. Let's buy the beer and hit the road. My wife is running the bar by herself today and she isn't happy with me or you. I'm going to have to buy her something to get back into her good graces. You tell Caroline I'm sending her the bill for whatever it is too."

Amused, Ted taunted his cousin. "Pic kee toi" and followed his cousin with Booth bringing up the rear.

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Arriving at the border, Booth was aware that the customs agent they'd seen during their first attempted crossing was the same on approaching them now. Silently praying to St. Jude, the saint for lost causes, Booth asked that everything go right for once.

Wary, Agent Smith saw Booth and Ted and swore to himself. "You don't have that alligator with you . . . do you?"

Shaking his head, Ted appeared Angelic. "Mais no, Cher'. He gone."

Not sure he believed Ted, Agent Smith peered into the back of the truck. "I'm going to look in the cooler, if you don't mind."

Shrugging his shoulder, Ted continued to smile. "Go ahead Cher'. We got beer, but we know we can bring in 7 of doze bottles each yeah and dat's all we got to declare."

Mindful of what happened the last time, Smith carefully lifted the lid on the cooler and looked inside. Satisfied, he dropped the lid and came back to the front of the truck. "Okay . . . What did you do with the alligator?"

Ted licked his lips and lied. "Oh . . . I done made a sauce piquante. Mais, he tasted good too."

Disgusted, Agent Smith shook his head. "I don't want to know . . . Have a safe trip, Sir."

Happy that T-Fred's plan was working, Ted put his truck into drive and moved back onto the highway. Once they were on the way, he glanced at Booth. "Happy now?"

Blowing air slowly through his lips, Booth finally responded. "Ecstatic . . . Why did you put Carlos in the bag? Is T-Fred going to display him in the bar or not?"

Amused, Ted slapped his steering wheel and chortled. "Mais, T-Fred is delivering him to da embassy along wit da papers and stuff. Da can give Carlos a good home."

Laughing, Booth shook his head at Ted. "You couillon."

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Sitting on the bed, watching a rerun of "Lost", Booth heard the door unlocked and then saw the motel room door open.

Christine, spying her father as she walked into the room, ran over to the bed and waited for her father to pull her on to his lap. Kissing him, Christine hugged him. "Hi, Daddy."

Pleased to see his family back, Booth kissed her cheek. "Hi yourself, Sweetheart."

Brennan closing the door behind her, walked over to the bed, took off her shoes and slid across the bed until she was sitting next to her husband. Leaning over she kissed him. "How was your day?"

Returning her kiss, Booth let his lips linger for a moment on her soft lips before pulling back. "I helped bring beer into Canada so Ted's cousin could sell it at his bar. T-Fred took Carlos into Canada and I didn't ask how he got it there. I heard he's going to give it to someone else. Let's just say it's complicated and I'll tell you more about it tonight."

Tired, Brennan yawned and leaned against him. "Why don't we sleep late tomorrow and then start back home before Ted finds something else for you to do?"

Settling Christine between them, Booth leaned back against the headboard of the bed. "Fine by me. That guy is crazy. I know one thing . . . I dare Caroline to bring up that car of hers ever again."

Her eyes closed, Brennan was curious so asked him, "What if she does?"

Unable to prevent it, Booth yawned and shook his head. "She's Caroline, I won't do a damn thing, pardon my French."

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What did you think of my fluff fest? Were you surprised about Carlos? Covalent Bond figured out something else was going on early and that there was a hidden story in the story.

Couillion = idiot

Pic kee toi = intercourse you (Fuck you)

Sauce piquante = a dish that can be made from alligator or turtle and served over rice. It's delicious.