45. Bored
"Mommy!"
Brennan's face instantly lit up, turning to find her husband holding their three year old daughter at the bottom of the platform steps. She peeled off her gloves, stepping away from the remains spread out on the table, moving towards them.
"Booth, what are you doing here?"
Booth transferred Addison into her arms, claiming a kiss as he pulled back.
"Daddy got bored."
"Hey, no, Princess, we got bored. There are only so many times two people can play crime scene before they want to be the victim."
"Mommy, can I get down?"
"Sure, remember—" Brennan began, settling Addison down, just about to remind her of the rules when she darted away.
"Addison!" "Addie, stop!"
The alarms rang out as she climbed the steps to the platform, looking up with wide-eyed innocence. Brennan stepped forward, swiping her access card, silencing the alarms as Booth scooped up their daughter.
The commotion drew Cam from her office and she stood smiling in the doorway as she observed her oldest friend halfheartedly attempt to discipline his daughter for setting off the alarms, again. Ever since her team had started reproducing she'd grown used to the presence of children in the lab. Collectively, the Booth and Hodgins children had set off more alarms, and broken more things, than she could possibly count. In all honesty, her own four year old had broken his fair share of items too, so she couldn't really complain.
"You know, I really should have guessed it was you, Addie."
"Hey, Aunty Cam!"
Her goddaughter giggled, waving happily, and she had to admit, she had a certain soft spot when it came to the youngest Booth. Correction: she had a certain soft spot when it came to all four Booth children and their parents.