A/N: I had several requests to add a sequel to chapter 64.

I don't own Bones.

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Once she was home, Brennan entered the kitchen and found Booth preparing dinner. "It smells wonderful in here."

Amused, Booth stood up from the kitchen table and kissed his wife. "I have baked eggplant parmesan in the oven for you along with some chicken for Hank and me. I also made a salad, it's in the fridge."

Surprised, Brennan stared over her shoulder at the empty doorway. "Why is Hank home? He isn't supposed to be back until tomorrow . . . Did he get hurt? Is he sick?"

He could hear the concern in her voice. "He's not hurt or sick, but . . . uh, sit down, I need to talk to you."

Her concern growing, Brennan sat down and stared at her husband. "Why do you want me to sit down to tell me something? I know something is wrong, Booth."

"Yeah." Clearing his throat, Booth sat down and placed his hand over her clasped hands. "Hank didn't tell us the whole story about this trip he took with Bill and Bob Peterson . . . It was a hunting trip." When Brennan tried to stand, Booth grasped her hands. "No, Bones. Hank isn't hurt, I didn't lie to you. I wouldn't do that to you. Bill and Bob aren't hurt either."

A sense of foreboding flooding her body, Brennan sat back down. "Tell me why Hank is back home so soon and why you want me to sit down to talk to me."

"Hank killed a deer and he's been upset ever since." Booth continued to clasp her hands. "He stopped eating and talking and that worried Bill, so he brought him back home. When Hank got here, he cried a little and we talked. He's sorry he lied to us and didn't tell us what he was going to do at Bill's camp . . . Killing the deer really shook him up. I made him some soup and he ate some of it. I made him some hot tea too. He did drink the whole cup . . . I'm making his favorite foods, so I'm hoping he'll eat dinner."

"I must talk to Hank." After she removed Booth's hands from hers, Brennan stood up. "I don't appreciate Bill Peterson taking our son hunting and not letting us know what they were going to do. I know he's a friend of yours, but I am angry with him at this moment."

Slowly nodding his head, Booth agreed with her statement. "Yeah, Bill and I are going to have a talk about boundaries." He liked Bill and he knew that Bob was Hank's best friend, but he didn't appreciate being deceived by Bill.

Unconcerned about Bill for the moment, Brennan left the room and walked down the hallway to her son's bedroom. Opening the door, she found Hank sleeping. Moving across the room, she sat down on the mattress next to her son. "Hank . . . Hank."

Suddenly awake, Hank sat up and hugged his mother. "Mom . . . I'm sorry I lied to you and Dad. I wanted to go hunting and I didn't see any harm in it. I'm sixteen and Bob has been hunting since his twelfth birthday. I'm sixteen . . . I'm sixteen Mom and I . . . I don't like hunting Mom. I don't like it at all."

"Yes, you're sixteen and you're trying to spread your proverbial wings." Brennan hugged her son then kissed his cheek. "You drank alcohol to excess in an experiment with your friends this year and that didn't really turn out too well did it?"

Embarrassed, Hank released his mother and leaned back against the headboard of his bed. "No . . . that was a dumb thing to do. Parker and Chrissy gave me 'the talk' about addiction and how the Booths have addictive personalities. Parker says moderation is the key and so does Dad."

"Yes, that is correct . . . I wish you had talked to me and your father before you went hunting." Brennan sighed. "I am sure we wouldn't have stopped you from your experiment in hunting, but we could have talked to you about what to expect . . . I don't hunt animals for food, you know I'm a vegetarian . . . I have never insisted that you be a vegetarian. Your father isn't, but he does eat healthier than he used to . . . Booth says you shot and killed a deer and he told me you didn't like the experience. I assume it wasn't what you thought it would be."

"No, it wasn't." Hank felt his cheeks flushing. "I'm not really sure what I expected. Mr. Peterson and Bob hunt every year during deer season. Bob likes it and he likes to eat deer meat . . . I've tried it and I don't really care for it. Mrs. Peterson cooked some with gravy once and I tried it, but it has a strong taste . . . My plan was to kill the deer and then let Mr. Peterson keep the deer. He said he's going to donate my deer to a food bank. He was really nice to me, Mom. He knew I was upset and he and Bob cleaned the deer and packaged it up to bring it back. He didn't have me involved . . . He brought me back this morning and he planned to drop the deer meat off at the food bank this morning."

Her hand on her son's knee, Brennan felt that her son wasn't as traumatized as she'd feared. "Your father is making you some baked chicken and some eggplant parmesan. Do you think you can eat dinner? I think it will be ready in about thirty minutes or so."

"I am kind of hungry, but I don't think I want the chicken . . . I might give up meat for a while." The thought of eating meat made him feel a little nauseous. "I don't want to be a vegetarian, but it won't hurt to give up meat for a while."

Smiling, Brennan nodded her head. "I wish your father would give up meat more often. I'm lucky he adheres to meatless Wednesday."

"He really likes your meatless chili. You could make that more often." Hank sighed. "I'm sorry I lied to you, Mom. I know you hate that."

"Yes, I don't like to be lied to." Brennan stood up. "Come join your father and me in the kitchen when you're ready." Once she was out of the room, Brennan paused in the hallway and cleared her throat. She felt sad for her son and knew he was in a hurry to grow up. Her youngest child wasn't a child anymore and he appeared to be rushing into adulthood whether she was prepared or not.

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A little nervous, Bill Peterson had been unable to avoid Booth for too long, since they had a hockey game to play the next Thursday. Surprisingly, Booth had ignored him in the locker room and Bill wondered if he was going to get the silent treatment. Better that than a broken nose.

Once they were out on the ice, Bill circled the ice rink, loosening up and getting ready to play. Unaware he had company, he felt his body slammed against the rink wall and an angry Booth glared at him while he held his hockey stick against his chest. "The next time you involve my son in something, you talk to me first . . . Got it?"

Afraid, Bill nodded his head. "Yeah, I got it . . . I'm sorry I didn't tell you we were going hunting. I didn't see any harm since Hank is sixteen, but yeah, he's not my son and I should have checked with you first."

Staring at Bill for a moment, Booth finally stood back and lowered his hockey stick. "You upset my wife and I don't let anyone get away with that, Bill. You do not upset Bones."

"No, I get it." Bill understood that Booth protected his family even if they didn't need it. He knew for a fact that Dr. Temperance Brennan could probably hand him his ass since she took self defense classes with his wife and he'd heard how Dr. Brennan was pretty intimidating. "I won't repeat what happened last weekend."

Satisfied, Booth smiled. "Good . . . I'd hate to hurt you."

"I'd hate for you to hurt me too."

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