So…this is a story that will have a lot of questions from people who read it, but I assure everyone that does actually read it…all questions will be answered.

When this story takes place is after the assumption Booth and Brennan end up together and have a family together. So they have two children of their own together and the son isn't Parker. I'm sorry if that makes people disappointed, but I decided to go with an original character for this.

Prologue

Somewhere outside of Washington D.C.

He cocked his weapon and scanned the area. He had been trained to make the weapon a part of him. Just like his father, he went through the Army. But was the best in his class and made it into the Special Forces with ease. Became a sniper and was an excellent shot. Just like his old man.

Only he wasn't using his born with talent for good. He was going against the oath he had taken to protect and uphold the law. But as of right now he didn't care.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" His best friend and sniper partner asked.

He looked at Jack. "I'm know exactly what I want. And this is it."

"I've got your back, but what about your family? You'll be one of the most wanted men in the world." Jack said. "Want to accomplish everything your father did? He managed to be a decorated officer in the army, FBI and even got himself put on the ten most wanted list. He'll be put in the history books. As will you."

"You're in this with me."

"Yeah, but I'm a sidekick and won't be remembered like this. Which is a good thing. As a friend I'm saying don't throw your life away over something that can't be fixed. That is the one thing that your father did that…you know what fuck it. I'm out of here." Jack slipped his sunglasses on and got up. "I've got a kid on the way. I'd rather not fuck up my life just so you can fulfill a fucking death wish."

He took out a knife and slashed it across Jack's Achilles tendon. Blood sprayed everywhere and Jack fell to the ground screaming. He stuck the knife in the ground and covered Jack's mouth. "If you don't shut the fuck up I will mutilate you and make sure that your body is never identified. My baby sister may be an excellent forensic anthropologist like our mother, but she would fail trying to fucking identify you. Then you'll be put in the ground as a John Doe number 400,006 or whatever fucking number they give you. Since you decided to change the plan and leave, I have to create a new plan and I missed one of the few god damn fucking times he'll be out in the open." He pulled the knife out of the ground and looked at his wounded friend. "Goodbye Jack."

He drove the knife into Jack's abdomen and twisted the blade. "Only your eyes were unclouded by hate." He said and got up. "To bad that now Godfather/Uncle Anthony will soon become father and husband to the lovely Emelie."

Jack's eyes widened even more as Anthony smiled his rare smile and took the knife out. "I'm going to take my hand away so you can scream for help." He whispered in his friend's ear. "But you'll be dead in about 40 minutes. It will take a long time for anyone to find you. If you're ever found."

Jack blinked and felt a tear go down his face. He inhaled sharply when Anthony took his hand off his mouth, but he didn't scream. "My…fam…family…"

Anthony took out Jack's wallet and took out the photo of Jack with his yet to be pregnant wife and two girls. "You can't keep it." Anthony said.

"K…kill me." Jack said.

"I'll give you that." Anthony and picked up the knife and stabbed his friend three more times. To make sure he was dead. "I know you won't forgive me, so I won't ask you to. But this is what I have to do."

More to come if I get reviews. Remember it's a prologue so you're supposed to have questions.