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This one is a little different like Parker's was as it takes place in the future. It's also in first person from Booth's perspective.

So this is the last chapter... wow I'm kind of surprised it went this long... we still have 19 reviews to go to reach 200. What do you think can we make it... I will be seriously happy if we do!

Christine

I was sitting on the couch with my feet on the coffee table in front of me watching the hockey game on the TV and drinking a beer. It was late but completely silent. Bones was going to be staying at the lab late tonight because there was some body or something that she was really looking forward to studying. She tried to explain to me why she was so excited by the remains but after the fourth quadruple syllable word that I didn't understand my eyes somewhat glazed over and I told her to have fun. I wasn't really expecting her home until late tonight, or early tomorrow morning if you want to be literal.

I was enjoying the quiet watching the game. The only thing that would make it better was if Christine was here with me cheering on our favorite team.

She was out on a date with her—and I still shudder to think about it—boyfriend. Her and her mother weren't too thrilled with me though when I threatened him with bodily harm if he hurt my baby girl when they first started dating. She may be 27 now but she will always be my baby girl.

It was only 11 o'clock pm. I was still expecting to be home alone for a while. I was surprised therefore when I heard the front door open and slam shut. I jumped slightly and probably would have reached for my gun had I not put it away when I had gotten home.

Christine came stomping through the door and I settled back into the couch as she stomped into the room and flopped on the couch next to me leaning on my arm. I lifted it and put it around her. She dropped her head to my shoulder before she spoke.

"I hate him. I really hate him. He's such a… Ugggh…" I could hear the anger in her voice.

"Do I need to get my gun out and go shoot him for you?" I asked, not minding at all possibly having to threaten the guy again. I warned him if he hurt my baby girl there would be consequences… Of course I probably shouldn't have done so while Bones and Christine were around—they weren't too thrilled with me for it—but I really didn't care. No one hurts my baby and gets away with it.

"No, dad, you don't need to kill him," she sighed.

"Who said anything about killing him? I was just going to make sure I got my point across that no one hurts my baby girl."

"Daddy…" she whined to me.

"Christine…" I mock whined backed. She smiled slightly smacking me on the arm. "Ow…" I play whined and pouted to her. We fell into silence for a few minutes before I couldn't take it anymore and my curiosity got the better of me. "So… What did he do to get you all pissed off anyway," I asked, trying to sound casual and taking a sip of my beer.

"The jerk proposed to me!" she told me. The next thing I knew my mouthful of beer was halfway out of my mouth and I was choking.

"What?" I croaked, eyes tearing from choking on my beer. She continued to speak as if I wasn't choking to death on the couch next to her.

"I mean seriously! Have I ever given him any indication that I wanted to get married to him?" I decided now wasn't the time to point out that they had been dating for a really long time and that he didn't run scared early on at the sight of my gun. "God! He's such an a—"

"Christine," I warned, still not wanting to admit to myself that yes my baby girl does know curses and uses them.

"Arrogant, idiotic, chauvinistic male! Ugh!" I almost wanted to laugh at how similar she sounds to her mother. That would probably make her turn her wrath on me though so I managed to bite my tongue and hold the laughter back. She continued ranting to me about how it wasn't fair that he had to go and ask and ruin the thing that they had going and the injustice of modern society expecting that the male has to be the one to propose. I tried to hold it back but I couldn't stop a laugh-like choke sound coming from my mouth. Next thing I knew her glare was directed to me. "And now you're laughing at me! Ugh! God, I hate you!" she said, trying to get up from the couch. I held her tight to my side. "Let go!" she growled when she realized that she couldn't get up.

"No." I told her simply. "I wasn't laughing at you. I was laughing at how you just assume the male always proposes. You're like your mother. You like evidence. Where's your evidence that it always happens that way. I can tell you for a fact that the male doesn't always propose and that the female sometimes does."

"Yeah?" she asked, sounding ready to argue with me. "Where's your proof? Give me one example?"

"Your mom and me." I watched her eyes widen as she realized that she had never heard the story of how we got engaged.

"Mom, who always says that marriage was to pass ownership of the woman from father to another man, asked you to marry her?"

"I had always told her she'd be the one to ask. And you said it yourself marriage WAS for that. Your mother's view changed over the years."

"Wow… I still don't believe it… How did she?…"

"Ask?... It might have been one of the few plans she didn't actually think through."

"Mom didn't think something through?" I laughed at her sounding as shocked as she did.

"Yeah well… you know how much I love pie by now, right?"

"Duh. Whenever we have pie, the slice doesn't even have a chance when it gets put in front of you."

"Yeah well, your mom baked the ring into a pie."

"But you don't stop to chew it. You just swallow it whole."

"Your mom forgot that little detail."

"So, what happened? Did you eat the ring?"

"Yeah… your mom wasn't too happy that she found that idea on a website and that it completely backfired. Thankfully I had another ring ready for her. I wanted to be prepared for when she did ask."

"So what do I do now?" she asked me, getting us back to the initial conversation.

"Well that really depends. If he breaks things off just because you said no he doesn't deserve you anyway. In that case you'd have a couple of choices: One, you could kick his ass or two, you can call me up and I can get my gun out… Did we ever tell you that your mom has planned the perfect murder? No way we'd ever get caught!" I told her grinning.

"Daddy!" she exclaimed, around her laughter. I just shrugged.

"And if he stays with you, just be honest with him about what you want from him whether you may want to get married in the future or not and see where it goes from there… Either way though be sure to let me know… me, him, and a certain unnamed third party need to have a serious talk."

"Daddy! No you can't shoot him." She sounded a little bored to me.

"He doesn't need to know that."

"Daddy…" she warned.

"Spoil sport," I told her starting to take a swig of my beer again

"I'm having mom hide your gun IF you go talk to him, but mom will never let you anyway… God, I'd still be a virgin if I didn't have mom to control you." My beer made it halfway across the room as I started choking on my beer again. I really had to learn to stop drinking things when talking to my daughter. She's too much like her mother. I saw her, through the tears, sitting next to me grinning. She had planned that. My own flesh and blood had planned on torturing me.

"Let's not go there. I refuse to admit to… yeah, let's not go there." She laughed at my expense again.

"But Daddy, it's a natural…" I put my beer down and put my hands over my ears.

"Nuh uh… not listening… my baby girl is still my baby girl. She's not even interested in guys yet…" I said to myself, slowly lowering my hands, ready to bring them back up if need be.

"Keep telling yourself that if it'll make you feel better."

"Just shut up and watch the game with me," I grumbled as I put my arm back around her. She laughed at me again and settled her head on my shoulder to watch the game.

My little girl was growing up… and I didn't like it at all. I was also going to need to have a serious talk with her mother when she gets home about certain conversations I do not want repeated to me… maybe we can also start planning how to dispose of the body…

So that was Christine... hope you liked... let me know what you thought... as of now this is complete so please review for a final time. Thanks!