(Brick)

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Entering his daughter's house, Max stopped and kissed his granddaughter on the cheek, "Hey Honey, we're early."

Her eyes on the beautiful woman following Max into the living room, Christine replied, "That's okay Grandpa, Dad is in the backyard starting the grill."

Placing his arm around his girlfriend, Max smiled, "This is Faye. Faye this is my granddaughter Christine."

Brennan leaving the kitchen, walked over to where her father was and smiled, "Happy birthday, Dad."

"Tempe, thank you for inviting us over for dinner." Pulling Faye closer to him, he introduced her, "Tempe this is Faye . . . Faye this is my daughter, Temperance."

Holding out her hand, Faye beamed, "Your house is so lovely. I love the brick work and I just love the glass walls. It's so . . . um . . . so nice."

"Yes, I know." Turning back to her father, Tempe pointed at the back door, "Booth is outside starting up the grill. Perhaps you should talk to him."

Glumly, Max nodded his head, "Yeah, I guess I better."

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Exiting the house, Max made his way over to the barbeque pit where Booth was busy brushing the grills with a wire brush. "Hey Booth."

His attention on the grills, Booth chose to not acknowledge his father-in-law.

Annoyed, Max walked around the pit so that he was facing Booth, "Look, I called you and I apologized. I thought he'd be okay. You were here. It's not like I left him home alone . . . and I was only gone for twenty minutes. How was I to know he'd go and wake you up? How many times do you want me to apologize?"

Placing the now clean grills on the pit, Booth placed the wire brush on a side table and picked up a damp rag to wipe his hands, "He's four Max. You left him alone."

Exasperated, Max slapped his hand on the brick wall surrounding the grill, "Listen dumb ass, I didn't leave him alone. You were home . . . asleep, but you were home."

Throwing the rag on the table, Booth made sure the grills were in place and turned on the propane. "Look . . . you can't leave Henry alone like that. You have to know that. Sure I was in the house . . . passed out from exhaustion. No one was watching my little boy, Max. That's not right. Anything could have happened. Hell, he could have gone outside and . . . and been kidnapped. Don't you get that?"

"I didn't think he'd go outside, Booth. I told him to sit on the couch." Embarrassed, Max folded his arms across his chest, "I know I should have taken him with me. I do get that, okay? Why do you think I've apologized to you two times? I know I screwed up and I know you're mad, but look it won't happen again. From now on, when I'm watching him, I won't let him out of my sight. I promise."

Glancing back at the house, Booth frowned, "I think you're missing a piece of information. I assumed Bones had told you about Henry's little escapade a few weeks ago, but . . ." Seeing Max's questioning look, Booth's suspicions were confirmed. "Henry locked Christine in the garage as a joke and then didn't tell us. Bones spent two hours looking for her. She got worried and she called me. When I came home, I found our daughter in the garage."

Amazed, Max shook his head, "You got to be kidding me."

"No, I'm not." Reaching for the platter of meat, he paused, "I took away his TV privileges for two weeks, but Bones said it wasn't enough. He wasn't allowed to have dessert or snacks for four weeks. . . . The whole thing started because he wanted some Doritos and Christine wouldn't let him have any. He licks them and then puts them back in the bag."

His nose scrunched, Max shook his head in disgust, "Ew, why didn't you tell me he does that? When I keep him overnight, he asks for Doritos and I give him some. . . . Oh, no wonder Christine won't eat any from the bag. . . . Say, that's information I think's important, Booth."

The thought of spit covered Doritos making Booth a little nauseous, Booth nodded his head, "Yeah, we need to keep you up to date about our little Henry . . . sorry." Removing the wrap covering the platter of steaks and vegetables he was going to grill, Booth placed them on the grill and closed the hood. "If you see he's doing stuff that we need to know, please tell us. I think it would be better for all of us. Bones thinks he has a very high IQ and . . . well, God knows what that little genius brain of his is going to start cooking up in the future."

His gaze moving over to the house, Max cleared his throat, "Got it . . . did you know he sticks his finger in the salad dressing?"

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