Okay, for those of you who don't know, this is the 3rd in my Black Ops Series. In previous:

Booth trained a former Marine codenamed Trev how to be a sniper so that he could do his job in Black Ops.

A mission in Shanghai went awry for Trev and he narrowly escaped capture twice.

He recovered from his injuries at the Jeffersonian and became friends with the Bones Crew.

After Recovery he went out to investigate who would want to kill him, and why.

Met and managed to "turn" an enemy operative named Kate Todd and is headed to Miami to continue his investigation.

Now, on with the story:

"Brennan," the anthropologist answered, putting the phone to her ear.

"Brennan, it's me Trev," the voice said, "I need a favor."

"Trev!" Bones exclaimed, "You made the evening news! They are saying you're a terrorist, very dangerous and they have a large bounty on your head."

"How big?"

"$1.5 million."

"Whoo-wee. I'm partly proud of that. What identity are they using?"

"A former SEAL named-"

"Mike Peirce? Man, they are bringing out the big guns now."

"I did not see any firearms on that particular segment of the news," Bones deadpanned.

"Figuratively, Brennan. Like I said, can you do me a favor?"

"That depends on the favor."

"I need you to identify remains. Been buried for five years."

"I would be happy to help, as long as Booth doesn't bring me a case in the meantime. I shall simply lie and say that they are ancient unidentified remains when asked."

"Good girl. Are the rest of the Squint Squad there?"

"Yes."

"Think they will help?"

"I am sure they would love to."

"Then can you get them in here? I need to brief them."

"Sure," Brennan placed the phone on speaker and walked out to the Forensic Platform. It was currently housing a partially completed skeleton from an Seljuk graveyard in Turkey. Currently only Angela was on the platform, examining the objects buried with it, "Angela."

"Yeah, sweetie?" Angela, as she always did, turned her full attention to her friend when she was talking.

"I have on of Booth's old Army buddies on the phone. He wants to say high to all of us," Brennan coded.

Angela got the message, "Oh, sure. I'll be right there. Want me to get Jack?"

"I'll get Cam."

Cam was in her office doing the paperwork that kept the Forensics Department running. And there sure was a lot of that, "Hey Cam, a certain Marine wants to talk to us in my office," Cam shot Brennan a confused look, "Trev's on the phone."

"Oh," she hurriedly closed up the paperwork and made a bee line for Brennan's office.

"Alright, everyone here?"

"Yep," Hodgins said.

"Okay, your mission, should you chose to accept it, is to analyze and report your findings on the remains I shall send. These remains shall be designated Human Remains Catalog #120948592672B. We're gonna rely on good ole bureaucracy to hide what you're doing."

"I don't get it," Hodgins admitted.

"Mislabeling evidence is one sure fire way of making it disappear," Cam said.

"Exactly. I'm going to send you everything you need. Medical history, DNA sample, X-rays. But know this: these are not going to be labeled. I'm going to redact the name, so as far as you know, she is just Skeleton Bravo, as I'm sure Angela will not like the ridiculously long name I picked out for the remains."

"Thanks," Angela deadpanned.

"Why don't you want us to know everything?" Hodgins asked.

"Because, I'm looking at her right now and she is very much alive."

Cam's face became worried, "Oh, you're not-"

"No! Listen, these remains were autopsied by a very good, very morale M.E. and still passed muster. This guy's as good as Cam and about as moral as Booth."

"That is very moral," Brennan commented.

"What I need to know is how these remains died and rotted while Bravo still moved out and about. Will you guys help me?"

"Spies, faked deaths, stolen remains," Hodgins quipped, "It'll be our most exciting case this month!"

"I really got to see what he does on the weekends," Trev commentted, "Okay, as payment, Hodgins, I just emailed you an intelligence report from Cuba-"

"Sweet."

"Angela will suddenly find a very expensive perfume in the mail in a few days."

"Thank you."

"Cam will find a fine bottle of wine in her mail box."

"Great."

"And Brennan, your boyfriend is gonna want to kill me for this, a package carrying a Glock 23 will be found on your doorstep in a few days. It will be labeled 'scrap metal'. You will be amazed what gets by screening with that label."

"Thanks, and he will want to kill you."

"He can reach me at this number. And Brennan, this gun will actually be small enough for you. Get rid of that artillery piece you have."

"Bigger is better!"

"In some things yes, but the functionality of- never mind. I'll let your future-husband argue with you. It's like sex for you two."

"When will the remains get here?" Brennan asked.

"About two days. Cam, that will give you enough time to forge up some paperwork for the remains. If you want, I can call Mickey and have him help with the forgery."

"No thanks."

"And a final word: you make an x-ray, you melt it. A test? You burn it. A search? Make it on a separate computer and erase it. Secrecy is key here guys. If you can't do this, I can't let you examine the remains. It will endanger you and I promised Booth I wouldn't. Final time, if you back out now-"

"We'll do it, Trev. Jeeze, you act like we're a bunch of kids."

"Mommy Brennan, keep them in line."

"Wait, how come I'm not the mom? I'm the boss," Cam complained.

"You're more like the responsible college age daughter that raised herself."

"What about me and Jack?" Angela asked.

"The free spirited young high school teenager and her boyfriend who we threatened to break his everything if he breaks your heart. And Jack? I will do so. I won't think twice."

"Understood."

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