Firstly, thanks for all the support and feedback for my previous fic, 'Better Than Sex.' Due to the overwhelming number of requests for a continuation, I have decided not to disappoint, and there will be a second chapter coming soon. Erm, bad pun. Anyway, the following is the introduction for a multi-chapter story, so it's shorter than the rest of the chapters will be...I hope. It's been written for a month, but I wanted to wait until December to post. And since it's December... Enjoy!


"Brennan," she said, pressing the phone to her ear.

"Bones, I need your help." He sounded tired and a little irritated.

"What is it, Booth? Do we have a case?"

"Not really. I've got to be Santa for Parker's class at school, and I need a helper."

"You can't classify that as 'not really a case.' Nothing about that is case-related."


"Come on, you can't be serious," she laughed, even though his tone told her otherwise.

"I couldn't be serious-ier. I need someone to help pass out candy canes to the kids."

"Booth, 'serious-ier' isn't a word. And why would you need my help? Couldn't the teacher help you with the candy canes? Besides, does Parker's school even allow portrayal of fictional characters associated with the holiday?"

"Geez, Bones!" Booth sighed. "Way to take all the fun out of it. You can still say 'Santa Claus' and 'Christmas.' And when I agreed to do this, I never thought I'd actually have to go through with it. I thought the parents would complain that it wasn't 'PC,' but for once, the whole bunch—even the ones who don't celebrate Christmas—decided that this would be a good experience for their children. You know, cultural exposure. I'm asking for your help because you're my partner."

"Well, why don't they hire a Santa?" She couldn't believe she'd said that.

"Because I'd already agreed to do it, and being this close to Christmas, all the Santas are booked."

"Won't Parker recognize us?"

"'Us?' Does that mean you'll help?" He was hopeful for the first time during their conversation.

"You didn't answer my question, Booth."

Booth sighed. "No, Bones, I don't think he'll recognize us. I'll have the whole getup on—including the beard—and you'll be disguised, too."

The line was silent for a moment, and he thought she'd hung up on him. "Bones?"

"I'm thinking," she sighed. "Okay, I'll help you, but you better not make me Rudolph!"

"Did you just make a joke, Bones?" he teased.

"It's not too late for me to back out, Booth."

"You're right. I'm sorry. I'll be by to drop off your costume in a little while." His mood had made a 180-degree turn in the last couple of minutes, and he was actually looking forward to being Santa.

"Okay, I'll see you then."

Before she disconnected the call, she could have sworn she heard him whistling 'Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.' Even as she shook her head, a slight smile tugged at the corners of her lips, and she wondered what she'd gotten herself into.


Thanks for reading! Thoughts? Comments? Too out-of-character to continue?