Prologue

On a small little neighborhood one house can be seen clearer than the rest, the reason for this on this darkened street all the lights are off but one. That one light is from a small suburban house from the bedroom of a person whose identity will become clearer as we find out more about him. He sits in the low lighted room a lamp on the desk where he sits in the light that can be clearly seen outside. This man, frantically as if rushing, turns on his computer. He has all the time in the world as far as he is concerned but he is hell bent on payback of the one person that hurt him a long time ago. The computer screen welcomes him and he types what to any other person would be a complicated code into the box but to him it's part of his routine. He searched his files and opened a document and hitting the send button he smiled in triumph. Not a friendly triumphant smile the kind you get looking into a child's eye and they are crazy on revenge. It would send chill's down anyone's spine. It had took him many long weeks of ruthless planning being cooped in the house when he'd rather be outside but he knew that if all went his way it would be worth the effort he had put into his plan. Now, his plan can finally go through. Now, he would be revenged on a father who never wanted him. He turned off his computer then turned to the lamp his last words before he flicked it off...

"Let the games begin father."

Chapter 1

It had been a busy day; Chase strolled in and flopped down in his office chair and sighs. Soon after his wife walked in and settled into his lap contentedly. The rest of the team files in slowly, first Foreman, then Taub, third House limps in, fourth Chase's father Rowan strolls in. Finally, Thirteen marches in. Morgan had already entered the office and greeted everyone with a polite nod while sipping her mug of coffee.

The phone rings as everyone gets settled.

"Hello?" answers Chase, as he reaches over and pick it up.

"Hi, I'm Special Agent Seeley Booth, I'm with the FBI."

Chase put the phone on its speaker so everyone could hear. "Oh, uh, FBI? What's going on here?" asks Chase while everyone looks at him just as confused as he is.

"We need you over in DC right away. My partner and I are on our way to escort you there safely"- Booth breaks off to the sound of his partner scolding, "BOOTH! Don't be so rude!"

"Rude? You're calling me rude? You're interrupting my conversation on the phone! Sorry about that."

"I take it, that's your partner." laughs Chase as he tries to contain himself, however…that wasn't working out too well. His wife snorts in amusement.

"Yes, that is Dr. Temperance Brennan, of the Jeffersonian. Look, we're about five minutes from the hospital, so we'll finish this discussion there." With that, Booth hangs up while Brennan continues to scold him.

"Okay then. It seems that the FBI is kidnapping us, for reasons unknown." sighs Chase.

"Ha! I'd love to see the FBI agent that'll force House to go." chuckles Thirteen in amusement. Taub and Foreman nod in agreement. Wilson settled for looking troubled.

"Oh? So, you think that I can't take a fifty year old, crippled doctor?" questions Booth as he strolls in with a grin plastered on his face.

There is a sharp intake of breath from all of the doctors both male and female. Inside their domain was a very, very well built Special Agent Seeley Booth, at about six foot one, he towered over almost everyone, except House. After him, strolled his much more delicate partner, a very lightly built Dr. Brennan, she was about the same height as Meredith Chase.

House gave her a longing glance up and down her body.*Man I'd like to be hitting that* he thought to him self while giving her an extra special grin. Booth however looked his way and sent him a death glare.

He turned to the rest of the group and smiled. "Hi, I'm Special Agent Seeley Booth and this is my partner…" Booth gets cut off, yet again by his partner, "I can introduce myself Booth. I am Dr. Temperance Brennan, of the Jeffersonian institute."

Everyone was having a slight laugh and it was clear the same thought was going around their heads *Man he's whipped*

"Forgive me, but don't you work with DEAD people? No offense, but uh, we try to PREVENT people from ending up on your lab tables." says Meredith as she politely moves over to greet their, albeit unwelcome guests.

"Look, I don't necessarily understand the concept of having actual medical doctors conduct investigations on cadavers, but, the FBI has procured a federal court order requiring your presence." says Brennan looking as displeased with the situation as the doctors.

"Bones? Let me deal with this. Alright! Dr. Robert Chase, Dr. Meredith Chase, Dr. Rowan Chase, Dr. Morgan Curtis, Dr. Eric Foreman, Dr. Gregory House, Dr. James Wilson, and the rest of you. You're all comin' to DC so pack your bags and let's go!" says Booth cheerfully, but he can't help his eyes roaming and awkwardly landing on Meredith's breasts.

Chase who notices this stalks up, plants himself in front of the muscular agent and growls softly "Don't you ever look at my wife like that again, do you understand me?" He says as he pokes him in the chest.

Booth looks at his burning blue gaze and thinks *this guy means business…man…he looks like he can throw one heck of a punch…despite his skinniness…Seeley, that was the DUMBEST thing to do…we need these guys to trust me…and by extension…Bones*

"I'm sorry, it won't happen again." says Booth calmly.

Chase nods, steps back, extends his hand and says coolly "I'm Robert Chase. That grumpy, unshaven man with the cane is obviously Gregory House. The woman you were staring at was my wife Meredith Chase. The short guy over there is Eric Foreman. The withered old man over there is Rowan Chase. The girl with the black hair and blue eyes is Morgan Curtis. The cheerful man on House's right is James Wilson. The woman sitting on Foreman's right is Thirteen. The other short man next to Morgan is Taub." Chase finishes with a smile and a huge breath in take.

"Okay, erm Dr. Chase? Or can I call you something else?" asks Booth, careful not to offend the touchy Dr. Chase.

"You can either call me Chase or Robert, I don't care which." says Robert with a nonchalant flick of his blonde hair, that had definitely caught Brennan's eye, a fact that Robert hadn't missed.

"Okay, let's go to DC." says Booth.

"Uh, it sounds like we're going WITH you. How do you expect to fit ALL of US and ALL of our LUGGAGE in one car?" snaps House limping up to Booth crankily.

"Umm, umm, hmm. Uh, I have to take all of you to the train, so…" Booth trails off thinking hard. He wasn't doing well under the pressure.

"Where exactly are you taking my entire diagnostics department?" Dr. Lisa Cuddy walked in and stared at Booth and Brennan hard.

"Well we have had instructions to bring them to DC as we need their expertise with a case we are working on." Booth tried to give her his charm smile but it wasn't working.

"There are other people with the same qualifications as my team."

"Yes I realize that but we need them specifically."

"Fine. Well I can take the luggage to the train while you take my ENTIRE diagnostics department to DC." Cuddy said with her hands on her hips. "You can have them a week no longer."

"Well I'm afraid that really isn't up to us but we promise to be done as soon as we can with them."

*Finally a House free week...although I will miss him*

"Booth? She already knows that we're taking her best doctors away, so how can you promise that? You say that you ALWAYS keep your promises. This is an IMPOSSIBLE promise." says Brennan with a confused head cock and wrinkled brow. Dr. Cuddy raises an eyebrow.

"Bones, it's a figure of speech." sighs Booth resignedly. "Thanks Dr. Cuddy for your offer, but how long will it take to get everyone's luggage?" he continues.

"It won't take long, we all live in the same building!" says Morgan cheerfully.

"What? All of you?" asks Booth dumbfoundedly. *Wow even the squints don't have this sort of relationship* he thought to himself.

"Yes, in fact we're all next door neighbors! Oh and Booth? While we're traveling, we HAVE to tell you this hilarious story!" says Thirteen cheerfully as she giggles at an obviously funny memory and flings a mischievous glance at Meredith.

"Okay! I'm scared now. Is this going to be teenager-horny style type story?" asks Booth.

"Yes and No, it's about HOW Meredith got pregnant. Trust me, its FUNNY!" laughs Thirteen while continuing to ply Meredith with playful grins.

Chase and Meredith glanced at each other and everyone noticed the slight blush creep up on Chase's cheeks but Meredith however was grinning with amusement.

"You'll have to excuse Thirteen; she tends to get like this when she has too much coffee." Says Wilson apologetically, though with an amused grin.

Booth laughs. His eyes are drawn to Morgan. She seemed distantly familiar, but he couldn't recall where he had seen her before

"She's Mr. Nigel-Murray's girlfriend." Brennan whispers into his ear. Now Booth finally understood, but he still has a feeling he's known her beyond that.

They finally make it to the car and head for the train to DC, Booth's awesome SUV included.

"Okay everyone, I think in honor of Meredith's third month of pregnancy, I shall tell how baby Chase came to be. It was their day off…

We were sitting in the office, bored out of our brains. So we decided to call Chase. He answers the phone:

Umm, hi. I'm kind of busy here. He said breathing deeply.

We laugh as we hear Meredith groan in the background.

Uhh- kiss- Ca- moan- n I caaa-really loud moan- n caaa- scream- l you baaaa-shout/moan-ck? Mereeeeeeeeeee-sigh-dith! Stoooooooooooooooo-whine-p that!

We hear a thud and ask if they're against the wall. We hear Rowan enter the apartment.

ROBERT! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?

What does it look like? Now, do you mind? I'm flying at half mast here, and it HURTS! So can you go away?

But you've been active all day and I've got COMPANY! Do you think that you could like, GO INTO A BEDROOM LIKE A NORMAL PERSON?

No, because we got bored of the bedroom. So before I throw a filled condom at you, do you think that you could go away and like, let us procreate without YOU watching?

We hang up laughing our asses off."

"That was funny! Rowan? Did you seriously walk in on your son having sex with his wife?" asks Booth as he grabs his ribcage with each laugh.

"Yes, and I didn't hear the end of it for two months!" snarls Rowan. The rest of the car bursts into appreciative laughter. House jabs Booth in the shoulder with his cane.

"How long have you and your partner been going at it?" House inquires acidly. Brennan turns to glare at him.

"We are NOT sexually active together!" She snarls in annoyance. *Why do people always think that...Yes Booth is a perfect sexual partner but I don't like him in that way* The doctors scoff in disbelief. Morgan calmly surveys them both with midnight blue eyes. Brennan shivered. The smaller woman had a certain quality about her that made her nervous. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Booth give her a questioning look through gentle brown eyes.

Once in DC…

"Guys? You go and get acquainted with the lab." says Booth as he shows them inside.

"And be careful of the squints." He warned.

"We heard that." Angela shouted in the background. The doctors (except for Morgan) widen their eyes in surprise.

"Bones we've got a case."

"Okay, let's go!" says Bones enthusiastically. Booth slips his hand onto her lower back and everyone looked on.