This is the sequel for the story What Once Was Left Behind.

Summary:

What really went down at the Jeffersonian? Who were the gunmen? Why were they after Brennan? And what did she do that was kept so under the covers?

The story follows what happened to Brennan in her past but it also follows what happened after the brutal incident at the Jeffersonian and after she got out of the hospital.

Link to the cover art of this story (and the other story) can be found from my Bio.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of the TV-show Bones. I only own the characters that I made up.

I hope you enjoy this story as much as you enjoyed the previous one, and perhaps even more.

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Deadly Deeds

Past:

Temperance Brennan lied on the sand feeling its soft kiss against her head. She shadowed her face with a file that she was holding. The sun was shining and the sky was clear; typical weather for the desert. Sweat made Brennan's skin sparkle in the sun like the sand. Her breathing was heavy from the hot weather and she thanked herself from bringing plenty of water with her. Suddenly something blocked the sun and Temperance laid down her file. She was now in the shadow of a man who was grinning at her. "Finally taking a break doctor?" Brennan raised her upper body and leaned against her elbows. "Yeah, I do know I am a human and I possess human functions such as need for rest and nutrition." The man, Jasiri Wyatt, let out a chuckle. "You sure do." He sat down on the sand next to her. Brennan took a sip from her bottle of water and rose to sit properly. "Should probably continue again." She muttered staring at the sandy field of her work. A slight wind blew in the desert and it eased up the effects of the intense heat. Jasiri sat by silently not commenting on her job which was logical for he wasn't exactly even sure what she was there for.

It was the policy. No one knew more than they had to. Brennan hadn't even gotten to the actual work that she was there for yet. She was still in some sort of training or observation. She had been running around the desert for the whole morning. It was now afternoon and it was time to move into lighter work for the temperature was in the highest during noon. "Well, it certainly seems that the others are on the move." Jasiri said as he peered to the horizon where few men were walking on the dune nearby. He threw a gun to Brennan; "Here ya go." Brennan caught it and threw it on her shoulder as they both stood up from the sand. Brennan was wearing military clothes. The dark uniform didn't make it easier to stand the heat but the orders were to wear the uniform. In her opinion it wasn't practical and that they should have worn something more sandy colour since they were in the desert. The military camouflage is designed to imitate leaf patterns not the sand.

Brennan and Jasiri headed towards the camp that was working as a headquarters. Their steps raised the sand to the air creating a cloud around them that the wind soon blew away. Brennan was uncomfortable even thinking how hot it would have been without the wind. Soon the sandy ground turned into more firm soil as they entered the semi-desert area. The headquarters was located on a more savannah-like area nearby the actual desert area. Tiny, dry bushes decorated the semi-desert. It made Brennan wonder why did the nature still bother to try and support such plants in a place where it was hard for even smaller plants than bushes to grow. She walked on the hard, reddish, dusty ground heeling Jasiri. Not long till they saw the first, small shelter tents of the headquarters.

Present:

Seeley Booth was walking along the crowded and noisy corridors of the courthouse. People bristled on the corridors and he got pushed and nudged more than just once. He was starting to get a sore arm from it all. People were yelling, children crying, attorneys were talking to their clients, people were called by name for court halls, some were just sitting silently looking apathetic which was okay to Booth for they weren't the ones causing him a sore arm. He did feel sorry for them, but now he was just too busy to tangle into such things. He was trying to make his way to a court trial where he wanted to be to see the justice served and the guy who he had recently arrested get jail time. Why won't they make the corridors bigger? Booth thought as he got the seventh nudge of the day from some attorney who was in a hurry.

Suddenly Booth noticed something that made the whole nudging and pushing situation fade away from his mind. He saw Dr Temperance Brennan trying to make her way towards Booth and the exit. The people she was accompanied with seemed eager to get out too. There was a muscular man with a dark suit that was decorated with military honour medals. He was talking to Brennan with a serious look on his face. He ran his fingers through his short-cut, dark hair looking slightly frustrated with something. Brennan didn't seem to care about what ever he was trying to get through to her which wasn't a surprise to Booth; she often did that, she ignored stuff that usually was either for her own good or got between her and her work. Booth saw more people heeling the military guy and Brennan. They were men in dark suits and it was hard to tell were they lawyers or just normal people. Booth didn't wait for long to get the answer to who the men were as he saw Jason Hawk walking along them. Hawk was a rather high level CIA agent and Booth also recognized an older guy who Jason was talking to. The older guy was Daniel Moskoff who Booth knew from his military times. So, not lawyers but the CIA? Booth couldn't decide which was more ominous; a pack of lawyers or a pack of CIA agents. Oh, CIA...They are the big guns. He then decided even though, his thoughts of comparing CIA with lawyers was just joking. One thing he knew was that something big was going on and that thought wasn't just his mind shooting jokes.

Moskoff was a tall, muscular man with already slightly greyish hair and moustaches even though he wasn't even forty yet. Moskoff had been some sort of celebrity at the military and Booth had heard of him often. He was the best military general there was and he was the toughest trainer too, training people only for the serious military operations. Booth had heard he was the one who trained CIA agents and the military crews that participated to CIA operations. It was the mysterious and dangerous high-level top secret- stuff that Booth had heard often about but never really gotten into such. Booth saw Moskoff then rush closer to Brennan also saying something to her and she seemed to completely dismiss him. Moskoff grabbed Brennan's shoulder and they all stopped. She was staring at Moskoff with unhappy look as he was working hard explaining stuff to her. His speech was interrupted by a blonde woman who rushed to them with serious look on her face. She had a briefcase and she handed Moskoff and the other military guy couple of files. She must be a lawyer. Booth frowned. He had stopped to follow the happenings but now he glanced at his clock that was telling he was late from the court.

Temperance listened to Lauren Farrar, the CIA lawyer explain something about all the paper work to general Dan Moskoff and Harvey Black. Harvey's green eyes were glued to the papers in the file he had gotten. Brennan never understood his patience and interest towards legal documents. Daniel however just scrolled the file placing it carelessly under his arm. "Anyways, Dr Brennan as I already said; I think you'd be better off in witness protection." He said to Brennan with worried frown decorating his slightly tanned face. Temperance folded her arms on her chest fighting against the eye rolling she felt like doing and put on a determinate look. She had just been in trial for the encountering with her past that had taken place three weeks ago at the Jeffersonian. It had become a violent and bloody incident that lead to Brennan killing four people and getting her self almost killed too. Actually, she had died, but she had been literally socked back to life. In the trial she had been in the position of the defended. As the CIA lawyer had anticipated the court had quickly agreed with the statement that it had been necessary for Brennan to do as she had done. The CIA's support had been strong and it had helped the trial a lot. "Yes, I know you think so. But I don't think it would do any good in longer or even in short term. I don't see the point and I have better things to do than hiding in some cabin with a false identity." Brennan said with slightly snotty tone. "Now, I am not needed in here anymore so excuse me." She nodded and continued her walk towards the entrance door.

Brennan made her way through the crowd leaving slightly confused agents and military personnel behind. When she had been surrounded by people with honour medals on their suits it had been notably easier to get around as the people had immediately stepped out of their way. Now she was getting pushed and nudged all over. Do I need a god damn uniform with medals to get around? She tried to watch where she placed her steps but then she almost run into someone. She raised her look and in her amazement she saw Booth's surprised face right in front of her. "Booth! Hi!" Brennan stammered taking a step back. She hadn't talked much to Booth since the incident at the Jeffersonian and the day she had waken up at the hospital. Brennan didn't know exactly why, but she felt awkward. She had not explained to Booth what had really gone down with the gunmen; after getting out of the hospital she had been busy with CIA and the military. The legal issues and the state of her own health had also kept her from even seeing Booth so often. Actually she hadn't seen him after the hospital at all.

Booth had focused on his watch only for few seconds and tried to continue his way to the right court hall when he got surprised by someone almost bumping into him. He stared at Brennan who seemed to be even more surprised than him. Well, she hadn't even known Booth was in the same building so it was understandable that she was more surprised. Their faces were only few inches away from each other which made Brennan back up immediately as she let out the clumsy greeting. She had an awkward look on her face and Booth shared the same expression. He hadn't talked to Brennan for weeks and he wanted to ask so much from her but he knew it would be better not to push it. He didn't know what to say without doing something wrong. The fact that he was late from court didn't make it any easier. "Hi Bones." Booth grinned covering his awkward feeling. Brennan smiled slightly disregarding the fact that he had called her Bones, the nickname she hated. Booth was starting to think she was getting used to it already. "Going to court?" She asked with pretentiously breezy tone as she seemed to pull herself together. Booth nodded as an answer. "Going to see that an asshole gets what he deserves." He shrugged slightly keeping on his smile. "You?" Booth continued the small talk that seemed to be more like feeling out each other's feelings than talking. "No, I'm already done, just trying to get out of this sardine can." She answered perhaps a little too fast indicating she really did still feel slightly uncomfortable. An awkward silence landed between them. It was filled in by the noisy people crowding in the corridor. "Anyways, I need to go. I'm already late." Booth then broke the silence still wearing his grin. "Yeah, I need to go too." Brennan answered and gave a quick smile. They departed but after few steps Booth turned to look at Brennan who was at the entrance. "See you around!" Booth hollered at her making her turn. As a response she gave a lopsided grin before she pushed through the entrance door. Booth turned and quickly made his way to the court hall where he had already supposed to be over ten minutes ago.