(Travel)

I don't own Bones.

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"When's Daddy getting home, Mommy?" Holding up her book, Christine scowled, "He promised to read to me before I go to bed."

Running her hand through her child's hair, Brennan smiled, "It takes 55 minutes to travel from where he works to here, Christine. He called me and said he was on the way home and he should be here in ten minutes."

Relieved, the child walked over to the couch and sat down, "Why does Daddy have to work? I want him to stay home."

Henry asleep in his room, Brennan sat down next to her daughter and placed her arm around the child's shoulders, "Daddy doesn't have to work, Honey. He wants to work. He says he's too young to retire. He likes the job he has now and I think I do too."

Curious, Christine asked her mother, "Do you like to work too?"

Honestly, Brennan did like her job, "Yes, I do. I teach forensic anthropology and since I'm the best forensic anthropologist in the world, it's my duty to pass my knowledge on to those who wish to follow in my footsteps. I also write novels that entertain readers, so I'm doing exactly what I want to do. It's important to love the work you do. It's very satisfying."

"Don't you miss working with Daddy?" Rubbing the end of nose, Christine flipped her book open and looked at the picture of the dragon on the first page.

With a slight twinge of sadness, Brennan replied, "Yes I do, but what we did was very time consuming and kept us away from you too much. Our new jobs don't require us to stay away from home for long hours, so your Daddy and I are much happier."

The sound of a car pulling up into the driveway, Christine jumped up and ran to the door, "Oh boy, Daddy's home." Opening the door, she stood in the doorway and watched a car door open and then close, "Oh, it's not Daddy." Waiting, she smiled when her company stepped up onto the porch, "Hi, Grandpa."

Leaning over, Max picked up his granddaughter and kissed her, "Hey Sweetheart, how's my girl?"

Happy to see her grandfather, Christine kissed his cheek, "Daddy is coming home to read to me."

Carefully placing her down, Max laughed, "Well, that sounds great." Closing the door, he followed her into the living room, "Hey Tempe. I thought I'd come over and visit. How's Henry doing? Sleeping through the night yet?"

Surprised to see her father, Brennan stood up, "Not yet? I thought you were in North Carolina."

Shrugging his shoulders, Max replied, "Well, I'm not am I."

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To be continued