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Authors note: This was a conglomeration of my bored mind at midnight as I watched Leverage and realized that if the team ever came across an intelligent FBI agent they would be in t-r-o-u-b-l-e! Enter Seeley Booth! Please read and review. If not I shall keep my writings to myself and my sister. (I really want to share this story with you, please help me here!)
Leverage
Chapter 1
"Please, just trust me on this one," Nathan Ford held the door open for his grafter, "She seems to have a valid case, and isn't that what we are about? Helping the helpless?"
"I read the e-mail, Nate, from where I stand; the brother was into shady deals. It's no wonder he was killed." Sophie had been questioning Nate on this newest job ever since he had put her in the car and now that they were walking into the meeting place her warnings were flashing in her head. "Nate, this just doesn't feel right."
Nate laughed, "And did that come from your actress senses?" Of course he was being difficult on purpose, even as his eyes scanned for Bekka Carson, their client. The restaurant was busy during that lunch hour and Nate hoped that they wouldn't be overheard.
"Nate," Sophie put her hand on his elbow, "So, we're doing this?"
"Let's meet with her at least," at this point he had just caught sight of the woman in a corner booth , three glasses of water in front of her. "Bekka?" Nate slid in and shook her hand, "I'm Nathan Ford, and this is my associate Sophie Deveroux."
"Hi, nice to meet you," Sophie took the girls hand.
Nate watched them cautiously. "So, Bekka, what can we do to help you?"
Bekka Carson was a pretty woman, not skinny but cute, auburn hair and green eyes. Now those eyes were glistening with tears, "It's my brother; he disappeared four years ago. I contacted the police but," a tear slid down her cheek, "they said that, because of his record, he had run off. But I knew," she shook her head, "they had him killed."
Nate took her hand, "Who had him killed?"
"Conan McGill, drug king pin on the North side. Willy and I got roped into his dealings eight years ago. We had just graduated high school when our parents died. McGill took us in, through a friend of Willy's. My brother became a drug mule a few years later." She looked to Nate and Sophie for confirmation of understanding. When they nodded, she continued, "This went fine until one day, four years ago, he came to me in a fit. He said that he was going to make a run for it and said that he would send for me. When weeks went by and he hadn't contacted me, I knew he was dead."
Nate made to comment but Sophie cut him off, "Why wait until now to seek retribution?"
She laughed solemnly, "I told the police but they would have none of it, they wouldn't even listen. I tried not to believe it myself until I heard on the news that a body was found in the basement of the Cardington hotel. The place was closed down five years ago and was used by McGill as a base of operations. He knew he had to keep the drugs out of his professional business. It has to be Willy! I just know it is! I heard that a Special Agent Booth is on the case but I can't reach out to him without McGill knowing."
"So," Nate asked, "You are still in McGill's operations."
"Yes, so you have to understand how important it is that our meeting is kept secret. I only want McGill to pay for what he has done to my family; Willy was all I had left. It's what you do, right? You pick up where the law leaves off? I need you to do your kind of law keeping."
Nate and Sophie looked at each other, sharing an unspoken conference. After a subtle nod from the grafter, Nate shook Bekka's hand. "We'll take the job. And you can count on us; we'll help you bring down McGill."
Bones
Chapter 1
"I don't believe you!" Dr. Temperance Brennan shook her head as she pulled her bag from the FBI truck.
"Bones, hey, this is me we're talking about, when have I ever lied to you?" Agent Seeley Booth had his hands in his pockets as he surveyed the condemned hotel that was their surroundings.
"Oh, I can think of a few." The doctor wasted no time in marching through the throng of police officers, flashing her ID.
Booth followed, "Why is it so hard for you to believe that my apartment is haunted?" He noticed with a smile that almost all of their assignments started with some sort of almost marital squabble.
"Well, based on physical fact, it is highly unlikely that, assuming that the human existence is more than on just the physical plane, any human would stay here after death merely to annoy a special agent." She had been led to the third floor via the stairs and they now stopped at room 318.
"You know, you'd do good to come to church with me." Okay, he didn't say this but he really wanted to. Instead, he opted for, "Are you saying I'm not worth it?" He turned to the officer that was obviously in charge, "What do we got here?"
"I don't know that's why we called in Dr. Brennan." The officer was tall, even more so than Booth, and his brown hair was hidden under a cowboy hat. Booth noticed irkedly that he was obviously coming on to Bones. "I read one of your books." He grinned a goofy, Texas grin.
"Yes, as have many people. How long has this building been deserted?" She was straddling the hole in the floorboards where the body was laying exposed. "Judging from the amount of bone exposed," in fact, most of the bones were exposed, with mold from the fleshy slush in a large pool around the bones, "I'd say TOD is at least a few years ago, maybe as many as six. The body is definitely male, around mid twenties. In its present location, I can't determine much more." She stood, "I want the body and all surrounding floor within a three meter radius shipped back to the Jeffersonian." She turned back to Booth, "I believe that our work is done right here, are you ready? I want to stop at Dairy Queen and get a 'DQ Burger'."
After they were gone their demands were followed and everything met them at the Jeffersonian.
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