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After knocking on the front door of the Booth and Brennan household, Aldo waited patiently for someone to come and answer the door. After a couple of minutes had passed, he began to wonder why no one had come to the door. One more minute went by and he walked over to the garage to check and see if there were any vehicles there. Finding Booth's truck and Brennan's car parked in the garage, he walked back to the front door and knocked again. The door finally opening, Aldo smiled, "Did I get the date wrong?"

Surprised to see his friend at his door, Booth shook his head, "Date?"

The look of sadness on Booth's face very worrisome to him, Aldo shook his head, "We were going to the game today, don't you remember? What's going on? You look like someone ran over your dog? . . . Wait, are Temperance and the kids okay?"

Stepping back to allow Aldo to come into the house, Booth nodded his head, "Bones is okay and so are Christine and Parker." Making a shushing sound, Booth glanced over his shoulder towards his bedroom and spoke softly, "We need to be quiet. Bones had a bad night last night and she's taking a nap. Christine is too so we need to keep it down."

As quietly as he could, Aldo entered the house and then turned to face Booth, "Is she sick?"

Shaking his head, Booth pointed to the living room and followed his friend over to the couch. "No she's just upset. One of her favorite interns has been diagnosed with a really serious cancer. I don't have a clue which one it is, but I do know it's one of the rare ones and the mortality rate is pretty damn high." Sitting down, Booth looked up at his friend, "Wendell is a friend of mine too. He plays on my hockey team. He's one of the good ones."

Sad for Booth and Brennan, Aldo sat down and shook his head in sympathy, "That's pretty rough. Does Temperance think he'll make it?"

Exhaling deeply, Booth leaned back on the couch and rubbed his eyes, "There's some new treatment that he can take, but it's a long shot and I guess the odds are pretty low. Still Bones says if he sticks to it and he really fights he could win." Opening his eyes, Booth glanced down the hallway, "She cried last night. Normally she's pretty brave and upbeat, but . . . I guess she's just taking it hard and she had to let it out."

Concerned for his friend, Aldo patted Booth's knee, "Is there anything I can do for you and Temperance? Just name it and I'll do my best."

Shaking his head, Booth turned his attention back to his friend, "Nah, we're okay. I can't go to the game with you today though. I should have called you, but I guess my heads not on straight this morning. I'm sorry."

Gripping Booth's knee, Aldo protested, "What are you kidding me? Don't apologize to me, you've got your plate full, I can see that. It's just a game."

Relieved that Aldo was being kind, Booth smiled, "Yeah, it's just a game. Uh . . . do you want to stay for lunch? I was going to order takeout and have it delivered. Me and Bones don't really feel like cooking, but Christine needs to eat and well . . . so does Bones."

Moving his hand away from Booth's knee, Aldo stood up, "No, you don't need me around, I'll just go. You call me if you need me, Booth. I mean it. No matter what it is, you call me."

Standing, Booth reached out and shook Aldo's hand, "Thanks Man, I appreciate it, but we're fine. I know you and God don't get along right now, but I was wondering if you could pray for Wendell. The guy needs all the help he can get and prayers too."

Solemnly, Aldo nodded his head, "You got it. Me and God may not see eye to eye on things but I'll ask him to help out your friend. Who knows maybe I'll catch him in a good mood."

Rolling his eyes, Booth followed Aldo to the front door, "You can stay if you want to."

Pausing before opening the front door, Aldo turned and smiled, "No, you two need to mourn in private and you definitely don't need me here. You just remember to call me if you need me."

His hand on Aldo's shoulder, Booth smiled, "Thanks Father . . . Aldo, thanks."

Winking at Booth, Aldo replied, "You're welcome."

Leaving the house, Aldo walked over to his car, unlocked the door and slid into the driver's seat. Placing his key in the ignition, Aldo paused and then crossed himself, "Okay God. I know you and I don't get along very well and you know why, but I'm not praying to you for me. I'd like you to help out Booth's friend Wendell. The guy is loved by him and Temperance and I think you should help out. It's not like they have been having an easy life, you know. They've been through hell on earth and it would be nice if something went their way for once. Okay, that's all I got to say."

Turning the key in the ignition, Aldo leaned back and crossed himself again, "Oh and God, just a reminder, even though Temperance doesn't believe in you, Booth does and he loves you. Please don't let him down, Okay?"

Crossing himself again, Aldo glanced at the front door of the house, shook his head, placed the car in reverse and drove back down the driveway.

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