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I don't own Bones. Wow is this hiatus over yet? It isn't? Darn!
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Standing outside on their driveway, Booth watched as Brennan rode by on her motorcycle. The Italian looking helmet firmly buckled on her head, she looked happy, but just a little bit afraid. Walking down the driveway with Henry in his arms and Christine by his side, he stepped out onto the sidewalk and watched his wife disappear from view as she turned the corner at the next block.
"Daddy, where is Mommy going?" Curious, Christine reached up and grabbed her younger brother's foot.
A smile appearing where his frown had been, Booth looked down at his daughter and tried to be unconcerned. "She's just going to the store for some milk and Doritos."
Her eyes on the empty street, Christine leaned against her father's leg. "I've never seen her ride a bike before, Daddy."
Worried about the safety of a bicycle with a motor on it, Booth tried to remain calm for his children. "Oh, your Mommy can ride a bicycle and a horse and I once saw her try to ride a skate board." The memory of her falling and her furious reaction when he'd laughed giving him pause, Booth cleared his throat. "She'll be fine. She should be back in about fifteen minutes or so." Muttering under his breath, Booth stared at the empty street. "I hope."
Following her father back to the house, Christine glanced over her shoulder. "Why didn't she take her car, Daddy? I wanted to go with her."
At the front door, Booth paused before opening it, glanced at the empty street at the end of his driveway and sighed. "She wanted to ride her bicycle Honey . . . a bicycle with a motor on it . . . um, yeah . . . your Mommy is trying to show me that she's fun and a wild card."
Confused, Christine folded her arms across her chest and complained. "I don't know what that means, Daddy."
Resigned to Brennan's brainstorms, Booth turned, opened the door and ushered his daughter through the doorway. "It means that Daddy isn't getting that jet ski or motorcycle he wanted any time soon."
Placing his son on the floor, Booth closed the front door and watched Hank toddle down the hallway after his sister. "Maybe I should look at four wheelers. Bones can't object to a four wheeler. They're like golf carts only a little faster . . . yeah, a four wheeler."
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