Friend of the author's note: Okay so, hello everyone! This is a story of a good friend of mine- non native English speaker just like myself, so forgive her and my mistakes. She is a little afraid of viewers' reactions, as she always prefers dramas and angsty situations, where everyone gets hurt and there is always trouble in the characters' lives; and it can get very graphic! I myself can't bare the drama in stories, as my life has enough drama on its own- However I read her story and I liked it very much, so I've decided to put it here on the world of fanfiction------ Any kinds of reviews are always welcomed, rating is on K+ but eventually will change due to contents in later chapters. The story is already finished, so the update can and will be very frequent and fast. And yes, I DONNOT OWN the show, the characters, and whatever else comes in connection with it. DONT SUE, I'm just a poor student.
Chapter 1
The tall, dark and handsome former sniper and now FBI Agent, Seeley Booth, sat at his desk, weary and totally bored. His hands crossed behind his head. As always, he wore FBI standard-clothing: discreet dark suit, white business shirt, narrow black tie. This time he had refrained from wearing an outlandish tie and his conspicuous 'cocky' belt buckle. He had been condemned to take care of his paper-work. For hours he had processed one file after the other, time moved agonizingly slow. -
Normally he is more the man of action, but his boss had been very clearly in his instructions. Before a new case appears, he had to work on the paper-work and reports from his last cases. He wasn't accustomed to sitting behind his desk for so long and after sitting in one position for hours, his back and neck muscles had begun to ache and tighten, he stretched his long body like a cat after a long nap and rolled his shoulders to try and realise some of the pressure. He was thinking of his "Bones", Dr. Temperance Brennan, the brilliant, brittle and sometimes socially challenged Forensic Anthropologist and bestselling author. "Was she also bored?" Booth even wondered, "No, I`m sure not, she definitely had a lot of fun with her bones." Actually the laboratory was her real home. -
Since two weeks ago, they hadn't worked together as recently there had been no cases that would have required the expertise of the anthropologist. Booth missed his partner, 'his Bones', immediately a mental picture appeared, her soft, shiny maroon hair framed her perfectly proportioned face. Added by beautiful azure of her blue eyes, which were the most expressive and beaming eyes he had ever seen. Until now, he hadn`t never met a woman, who had her beauty, intelligence and personality. Okay over the last two weeks, they had attended the therapy-sessions with Dr. Sweets, the strange and sometimes annoying but nevertheless brilliant psychologist. Now and then, the agent also met with his Bones for breakfast or dinner at their favourite diner. But this wasn`t the same as if they work together the whole day. The best crime-fighting team, Bones had made him one of the most successful FBI agents with an almost 100% of crime solving rate. -
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Deputy Director Cullen just signed a few papers, when he heard a knock on his door. Cullen answered with a short "Come in", when a man in uniform entered his office. Immediately a bad feeling washed over him. In a command-accustomed voice, the foreigner introduced himself: "My name is Major Davies I am from the Pentagon with an official inquiry concerning one of your agents, Seeley Booth. He has to execute a mission for us in the Middle East." -
Without offering him a seat, Cullen answered irritated: "He has to? Who do you think you are bursting in here and giving commands?" "Hear me, Cullen, I must not have to remind you, that we were the ones, who brought him to Quantico. ", Davies replied indignant. "Agent Booth now works for the FBI, no longer for the military and it nevertheless should be his free decision!" Cullen countered in a fierce voice. -
"No, I think we have to go over this. So, listen! Officially he trains recruits for snipers, unofficially he should eliminate a few objects." Davies had told him arrogantly. Cullen couldn`t endure such arrogant upstarts, that made her decisions from the desk. With petrified face he grasped the telephone to ask his agent to come to his office. Booth had almost become something like a son for him after the death of his daughter. By no means, he wanted to send one of his best agents into the almost certain death. But what option did he have? -