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The snow swirling outside, Booth shivered as he sipped his steaming cup of coffee. The hot liquid a welcome relief, Booth commented, "I swear this is the coldest I've ever seen it around here. Spring can't come fast enough as far as I'm concerned."

Amused, Pops shook his head. "You were overseas in January of 1994, but I'm here to tell you we set a record for cold and this here weather can't even compare to it. We hit minus seven in Philadelphia and that wasn't with a wind chill factor added in either . . . Minus seven, damn it makes me cold just thinking about it."

Shuddering at the thought, Booth shook his head. "I'm glad I was overseas for that one. That's just too cold."

Amused, Brennan chuckled. "I've been in colder temperatures."

Snorting, Booth glanced at the snow and then back at Brennan. "Yeah, I'll bet. Where were you, Outer Mongolia?"

Brennan shook her head. "No, although I have been to Mongolia, I thought we were talking about cold temperatures in the United States. I was in Chicago in 1994 when they had a recorded low of minus sixteen."

Sipping his milkshake, Parker stared at the snow and then back at Brennan. "That sounds so cool." Laughing, he shook his head and ponted outside. "Get it . . . that sounds cool?"

Amused, Brennan picked her cup of coffee. "That's very clever, Parker."

Rolling his eyes, Booth sipped more of his coffee then placed the cup down and leaned back as the waitress placed his plate in front of him. "I'm glad you can spend the holidays with us, Pops. It's been awhile, but with the new house we have plenty of room and I hope you stay as long as you want to."

"Thanks, Seeley." His attention turning towards his plate, Hank licked his lips. "They never serve onion rings at the home." Picking up an onion ring, he eagerly bit into it and chewed it with enthusiasm. After swallowing the bite, he nodded his head. "These are great."

Surprised that Hank hadn't mentioned that before, Booth picked up his burger and advised him. "Hey, you want onion rings, let me know before I come and visit you and I'll bring you some."

Reaching across the table, Hank patted his grandson's hand. "You got a deal, shrimp."

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Carrying Hank's bags to the guest room near the staircase, Booth called out. "This is your room, Pops. The bathroom is past the staircase and you're not far from the living room or the kitchen. You make yourself home." Pausing in the doorway, Booth looked back. "I got your favorite beer in the fridge and I bought some of those apple fritters you like. Those are on the counter near the fridge."

His eyes wandering around the living room, Hank really liked what he was seeing. "You got some pretty cool stuff in here."

Placing her purse on the table near the door, Brennan smiled in appreciation of the compliment. "Booth and I combined out possessions, so it's a mixture of his things and mine. Aesthetically, it is quite pleasing."

Curious, Hank walked over to the shelves near the fireplace, picked up a statue of the Etruscan goddess, Turan and admired it. "She's pretty."

Pleased that he liked the statue, Brennan explained, "That is a representation of the Etruscan goddess, Turan. She was the goddess of love, fertility and vitality."

Carefully placing it back on the shelf, Hank studied a few other pieces of art work. "Very nice."

Entering the living room, Booth pointed at the Christmas tree. "What do you think, Pops?"

The tree had caught his eye earlier, but he had wanted to look at the statues first. Stepping closer to the tree, Hank touched one of the ornaments. "Very nice. The tree at the home is always filled with froo-froo ornaments. I like this better."

Proud of his tree, Booth laughed. "I don't own any froo-froo ornaments, Pops."

Not sure his grandson meant they were all his, Hank turned towards Brennan. "Don't you have any ornaments? These are all Seeley's"

Shaking her head, Brennan glanced at the tree and then back at Hank. "I do own some decorations, but I told Booth to decorate it the way he wanted to. I don't really celebrate Christmas."

Parker, growing impatient, asked his father, "When are we going to decorate the outside, Dad? Want to do it now?"

A grin on his face, Booth clapped his hands together. "It does seem like a good time to do it. Come on, I have the outside decorations in the garage."

Following his father back outside, Parker almost skipped down the steps. "This so cool, Dad. Mom doesn't decorate the yard for Christmas and your apartment didn't have a yard. This is going to be fun."

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Quickly throwing the front door open, Parker ran into the house. "Bones, come quick. Something's wrong with Dad."

Her heart beating fast, Brennan grabbed her jacket from the peg near the front door and ran out of the house, following Parker very closely. "What happened?"

Racing down the sidewalk and up the driveway, Parker called back to her, "Dad said he didn't feel good and then he sat down and he's breathing hard."

Aftet she reached the garage, Brennan ran through the open garage doors and past Booth's mustang to the back of the building. Spying Booth lying on the floor, Brennan hurried to his side and knelt beside him. "Sit up, Booth, you'll breathe easier. You have to sit up."

His breath harsh and ragged, Booth struggled and with the help of Brennan and Parker, sat up and tried to calm his breathing. After awhile, his breath slowed down and then finally seemed to return to normal. "Sorry, sorry. I . . . I overdid it and the cold makes it kind so hard to breathe . . . I'm okay now."

Hovering next to his father, Parker fearfully broke in, "I don't understand, Dad. What's wrong?"

He knew his son was afraid and he need to calm the boy down. Turning to look at Parker, Booth grabbed one of the boy's hands. "It's alright, Parker. One of my lungs is damaged and . . . sometimes I have a hard time breathing. It's a lot better than it was but . . . when it's really cold like it is right now . . . I have a hard time breathing. I just lost my breath that's all . . . I'm okay now."

Relieved he wasn't as pale as he was a few mintues ago, Brennan urged him to move. "Why don't we go into the house? I think you'll be more comfortable in the house. It's warmer there. It will help your breathing."

Nodding his head, Booth slowly stood up and waited for the light dizziness he felt to stop. Looking towards the front of the garage, he noticed his grandfather watching him. "I'm okay Pops. Just a little breathing problem . . . that's all."

Concerned for him, Hank nodded his head. "You have to learn to pace yourself, Seeley."

Grimly, Booth agreed. "Yeah." Following Brennan towards the open doorway, Parker following behind him. "Well, at least the decorations are up . . . Of course it might be Spring before I take them back down again."

Shaking her head, Brennan thought that was a bad idea. "I don't think so, Booth. If I have to I'll take them down."

"No you won't." Booth protested, "I put them up, I'm taking them down." Stopping, Booth placed his hand on his chest and calmly waited for his breath to even out. "Okay, maybe we'll both take them down."

Brennan walked back to where Booth was standing. "Yes, we'll both do it." Kissing him, Brennan smiled at him. "Of course, we can always get Lester to help take the decorations down."

Returning her kiss, Booth smiled at the idea. "True, true. All I have to do is promise him some tickets to a game and he'll do it for me . . . Good thinking."

Linking her arm with his, Brennan laughed. "I am a genius."

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