DorothyOz and I were talking about Taffet (The Gravedigger) yesterday and this story idea popped into my mind. Let me know if it's any good. Thanks.

This takes place after "The Bullet in the Brain". During that episode, Taffet told Sweets that she didn't work alone. That makes sense if you think about it. Does anyone really think that Taffet could have carried Booth from his apartment to an abandoned ship and put him in a mini submarine by herself?

This story is being told from the point of view of Taffet's partner in crime.

I don't own Bones.

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You know Heather Taffet may have been considered evil by some people; but, to me, she was my sister and I loved her. We were in Foster Care together and even though we weren't related by blood we were related by the love our foster mother gave us. Mom was one of New York's Cities finest and the kindest person you ever wanted to meet. She was a damn good cop too. She loved the law and dreamed that Heather and I would someday follow in her footsteps and become police officers. Mom took me in when I was eight years old and Heather when she was five. She also took in our brother Joey when he was three. All of us came from horrifying homes. We were all afraid of everyone and didn't trust anyone; but, Mom somehow got through to us and made it all right. She loved us. She's the only one who ever has.

Mom made sure that we knew that we were loved and we were one big happy family until someone took that away from us. Mom was killed in a bank holdup when I was twenty, Heather was seventeen and Joey was fifteen. It was the worst thing that ever happened to us. Mom responded to the call and she was shot as the bank robbers left the building. She never had a chance. They shot her in the head and just drove away. The cops and the FBI looked for them; but, they didn't catch the bastards. I got legal custody of Heather and Joey and we did all right; but, Heather and I vowed that we would do something about the murder of Mom.

I went to college and took courses that would fast track me into the FBI. Heather went to law school and became a damn fine lawyer. We vowed to use our jobs to get the guys who killed Mom and guess what, we did. It took years of running down leads and wisps of leads; but, we finally tracked the scum down. Of course, nobody knows that. Heather and I didn't want to risk them walking away if their trial went bad so we took care of them ourselves. We buried them alive, in coffins, at the Yorktown Battlefield in Virginia. Heather said that it was a good place to bury them because Mom loved history and she used to take us to Williamsburg and Yorktown every other year on vacation. Heather wanted the scum to die in the place that Mom loved.

I should mention that we kept Joey out of it. He's a very sensitive, sweet boy who wouldn't hurt a fly. Heather called him our little angel.

Everything seemed to go pretty good for us. I became a pretty good agent and Heather was top drawer as a lawyer; but, something happened to twist things around. Joey got sick. I mean really sick. He was dying and he didn't have any insurance at the time. Heather and I couldn't get him on our policies at the time because he had turned twenty four. His job didn't carry health insurance and so Joey was out of luck. Heather and I were desperate to save Joey so we cooked up a scheme to make money and use it to get Joey the help he needed.

Heather is smart, a genius actually. She figured out how to make money fast. We would look for wealthy people, bury them alive and ask their families for money to get their loved ones back. Heather decided that the rule would be we would contact the family one time and one time only. We would ask for the money to be wired to the Cayman Islands and we would then tell them where their loved one was buried. If they didn't pay, then we didn't contact them again. She said the reason scum get caught is because they keep contacting the loved ones. We wouldn't play that game. The idea was to make enough money to save Joey and then stop.

It worked like a dream. We made a couple of million with just three kidnappings. Two of the families paid so we got the money we needed to save Joey. Joey recovered from his illness; but, his health was a wreck by then. He was always going to need medical attention. Heather wanted to set up a trust fund for Joey so that he would always have money for his care. I was fine with that. Joey needed our help. He loved us and he needed us to be there for him. No one else cared if he lived or died.

We did some more kidnappings and everything went pretty well until one of our failures came back to haunt us. Some kids found one of our failures and reported it to the cops who reported it to the FBI. The FBI sent out Booth and his partner Dr. Brennan. I knew we were in trouble when that happened. Booth and Dr. Brennan are good at what they do. You have two bodies and you need to know who they are? Give the job to Booth and his partner and bingo, the victims are identified. In this case, our failure was two boys. That kidnapping was a screwed up mess from the beginning. We were only supposed to take one boy; but, the other brother walked into the middle of the kidnapping and we had to take him too. Their father didn't pay and the boys died. He should have paid. It wasn't our fault that he didn't pay.

Heather said we had to stop Dr. Brennan from working the investigation. She talked me into kidnapping her and burying her alive. The plan was to kidnap her, demand a ransom, get the money; but, not tell anyone where she was. We could use the money; but, we didn't think it was wise to let her live.

We did kidnap Dr. Brennan; but, that didn't work out like we had planned. Dr. Hodgins, one of Dr. Brennan's squints was in the parking garage when we made a grab for Dr. Brennan. We had to take him with us. We buried them both and Heather contacted Booth. Heather let him know that we had Dr. Brennan and Dr. Hodgins and we wanted money. Hodgins is a rich son of bitch so Heather figured we would get a big pay day out of that job, maybe enough so that we could quit the kidnappings. That seemed like a dream come true to me.

The whole thing didn't work out like we planned and in the end because we went after the wrong people, Heather died. We should have left Booth and Dr. Brennan alone. We should have taken the chance. We didn't and Heather paid for it with her life.

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What do you think? Is this interesting? Do you want me to continue? Thanks.