A/N: SET ABOUT 10 YEARS IN THE FUTURE. Rico is the adopted son of Angela and Hodgins…..
"What am I going to do with you, boys?" Brennan glared at her son Hank and Rico Hodgins. "The roof is not a safe place to play."
Hank rolled his eyes. "Mom, we weren't playing." He spoke with all the dignity a 10 year old boy could muster. "Rico and I were doing an experiment."
"That's right." Rico nodded. "We're trying to find the best rejectory for our rocket."
"You mean trajectory?" Brennan hesitated. She wasn't sure if she wanted to know the answer to her next question. "Were you planning to launch your rocket from the roof?"
"Yes. I worked out all the numbers, Mom. If we launch from the roof it'll clear the trees better and it won't be likely to hit the house next door."
"I don't want you to hit the house next door, or any other house for that matter. What are you aiming at with your rocket?"
Rico piped up. "We're gonna set up a landing target in the park. That's why we have to get the trajectory just right."
Brennan looked at the two boys. They were both brilliant and had cooked up many schemes together, but this one was the most daring. They might have succeeded if she hadn't seen them jump from the roof after the ladder fell away from the house.
"I'm not comfortable with launching a rocket in our neighborhood, and especially not off the roof. It could endanger aircraft flying overhead. I think we need to find a more remote area to launch. You can still try to hit a target. You can adjust your figures in your calculations. Will that be satisfactory, gentlemen?"
They nodded. "Very satisfactory."
"Good." The boys went out to play. Brennan smiled and thought of Max. He would've been happy knowing there was another scientist in the family.