Okay…this story is about Booth than it is about Booth and Brennan. It deals with Booth doing some under the table work to solve cases and be able to provide for his family better. The story takes place years later, not currently after the series. Booth and Brennan are married and have two kids of their own. Silas and Amy. Silas is ten years old and Amy is seven and a genius. Parker lives with Booth and Brennan full time for some reason that comes up later.
Anyway, it will be confusing at first, but after the second third chapter things will start to come together. Please read and review.
I don't own BONES in anyway shape or form. But I do own my characters.
"But once, put out thy light." OthelloPrologue
It's a cold dawn. Two men in dark suits and long coats stand near the river waiting for the two black cars to stop up near the river's edge.
Two elderly men in their 50's to 60's get out of the cars. "What the fuck am I doing here, Richards?" The older man asked.
"I know thy works and thy labour and how thou cast not bear them that are evil. And thou hast tried them who say they are apostles and hast found them to be liars. Revelations II." Richards said.
"What the fuck does that mean?"
"It means, which fucking side are you on?!" Richards yelled. "Well Hamersley?"
Hamersley took out a cigarette and lit it. "You didn't call me out here 50 miles from my office to talk about bible school."
"It's a bi-partisan issue. Everyone needs to swallow hard. No one, including you, wants to be fingered as the one obstructing efforts to crack down on terrorism, and…" Richards started to say.
"Fuck you." Hamersley said.
"Excuse me?"
"Fuck you." Hamersley turned around and threw a rock. "I said fuck you and fuck your privacy bill."
"That anyway to talk to an old school buddy?"
"You're gonna finger me for being soft on terrorism? Terrorism? You unconscionable asshole."
"There are planes falling out of the sky, buildings blowing up. American buildings. Americans getting bombs in the fucking mail. What are we going to do?!"
"We're not gonna hand you and your fucked up band of lunatics the keys to this kingdom that took 200 years to build. I'm not going to sit in Congress and write a fucking bill that allows the NSA or the CIA to wiretap anyone they damn well feel like. Ever heard of the fourth amendment?" Hamersley said. "The next time you have something to say to me, you will go through my office like everyone else. I'm not doing this. Not anymore." He started to walk away.
One of the men in the dark suits walked up behind Hamersley and stuck a needle right behind his left ear. "Get him in the car." Richards said. He picked up the cigarette and waited for the car to be doused with gasoline.
"Anything that could convict me is gone?" Richards asked.
"It will be burned to a crisp." The dark suit said.
"Good." Richards said. He tossed the cigarette on the car and watched it go up in flames.
"You know who they're going to put on this." The second dark suit said.
"Dr. Dakota Xanthe. She's an protégée of the famous Dr. Temperance Brennan who married the FBI agent Seeley Booth."
"Booth is going to be a problem." Richards said. "Make sure he burns for this."
"He's been a good tool for over eight years." The first dark suit said.
"I don't give a flying fuck if he's the President of the goddamn US of mother fucking A! I want him dead!" Richards said. "Let's get the fuck out of here. It's getting hot."
"Fucking a…" The second dark suit said.
"Do I need to kill you two fuckheads also?" Richards threw away his cigarettes. "Let's go."
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