Booth woke with a start. "Dammit!" He must've dozed off in his chair. He was supposed to be watching Christine and Michael-Vincent while Bones and Angela enjoyed a day out. Leaving those two bright kids unsupervised was not a good idea…
He heard them laughing in Hank's room. As he went to check on them he noticed red drops on the floor in varying amounts and splatter patterns…."Oh my God…" It was everywhere...walls, furniture...one of them must be bleeding profusely….but they were laughing...then another thought…"HANK!" He sprinted to the baby's room in a panic.
"Hi, Daddy." Christine and Michael-Vincent were covered in red stuff, trying to look innocent.
"What are you two doing in here? Is Hank okay? Jesus….." Booth looked around Hank's room. There were bright red splotches and puddles everywhere, except on Hank. Christine's stuffed dog was covered with large red spots. Someone must have bled all over the place. Booth was nauseated…
"We're playing Jeffersonian.", Christine chirped. "I'm Dr. Brennan, world famous forensic anthropologist."
Michael-Vincent nodded. "I'm Dr. Hodgins, world famous bug boy. This is a crime scene."
Booth was still confused. "You're pretending to be at a crime scene?"
Christine rolled her eyes. "Daddy... you're silly. Did you think this was real blood? It's catsup, see? My puppy was the victim and we're looking for clues."
"Why are you playing in Hank's room?"
"He's an FBI guy. He stands around while Dr. Brennan and Dr. Hodgins do the real work."
As annoyed as he was by Christine's assessment of his job, he knew there was a much bigger problem that had to be handled immediately.
"We've got to get this make believe crime scene cleaned up or there'll be a real crime scene when Mommy gets home!"