(Season 6)

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Booth woke up the next morning to the smell of brewing coffee floating in the air. Rubbing his eyes, he realized that Billy must have stayed the night in the apartment instead of leaving for a hotel or at least he assumed that was what was going on. After the rock musician had told his story, Booth had told him he wasn't getting involved and told the man to leave. The last time Booth had seen the older man was when he'd closed his bedroom door after telling Billy he knew where the door was.

Furious that Billy was trying to involve him in his personal business, Booth threw the blanket aside that was covering his body and sat on the edge of his bed pressing some weight on his feet in hopes that those first steps would not be painful that morning.

The smell of cooking bacon now warring with the smell of the coffee, Booth groaned as he stood up. Hobbling over to the bedroom door, he yanked it open and moved into the living room. The television on, but the sound off, Booth noticed that the channel was set to the morning news. Flipping the television off, he made his way to the kitchen and stopped at the sight of Angela and Billy busy cooking breakfast in his kitchen. "What the hell is going on? It's six in the morning for God's sake and this is my place, not yours."

Angela had known that Booth would be angry when he realized that they had invaded his apartment, but it couldn't be helped. Turning away from the pan holding the sizzling bacon, Angela used her fork to point at Booth. "Shouldn't you be wearing pants or shorts or something?"

Not about to let Angela dictate anything, Booth crossed his arms against his bare chest. "If I want to wear boxers then that's what I'm going to wear. This is my apartment and you weren't invited. What the hell are you doing here? Billy, I told you last night I'm not going to help you."

Shrugging her shoulders, Angela turned back to the pan while her father continued to fry eggs. "We need to know how Hannah found out about my Mom and we need your help."

His jaw rigid, he glared at the couple standing in his kitchen and tried to keep his voice under some control. "I'm not dating Hannah anymore. She's out of my life. I don't know anything about how she found out about this shit you're in a snit about and I don't care. Stop what you're doing and leave."

Carefully moving the egg filled pan from the eye of the stove to a cooler section of the stove, Billy turned to face Booth. "I think you need to calm down, Son . . . Angela is your friend or at least you're supposed to be friends and friends help friends in time of need. You are responsible for Hannah being in this country, so you bear some responsibility for what she did. She has dishonored my family by writing about the tragic death of Angela's mother. She had no business writing about that. She didn't receive my permission nor did she receive permission from Angela. I expect you to help us in this matter as it is about honor and I assume you are a honorable man."

Exasperated, Booth threw his hands in the air, turned abruptly and stalked back into his bedroom where he slammed the door shut.

Not sure what that meant, Angela removed the cooked bacon from the skillet onto a plate and replaced it with raw bacon. "Don't let the eggs sit in the grease like that Dad, they'll end up overcooking . . . Booth will help us, he just needs time to think it over."

After the pan was back over the hot eye in front of him, Billy checked the eggs and started to remove them from the pan to a platter. "He's being a might sensitive right now."

The bacon now sizzling, Angela picked up a piece of cooked bacon and bit off a piece. "He didn't take his breakup with Hannah very well. He's mad at everyone or at least that's what Brennan says."

"Good, maybe we can use that anger to our advantage." Billy cracked open more eggs into the waiting pan. "Not only does that reporter need a lesson in privacy and civility so does that bastard who leaked the story about your mother to her. If it was Dr. Barlow, he's going to regret the day he was born. I don't give a good God damn if he's a congressman or not. No one invades my privacy and no one desecrates your mother's memory and gets away with it."

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After a quick shower and shave, Booth changed his clothes and made his bed. Once he was ready, he left his bedroom to face his unwanted guests. Stalking past a food laden table and his unwanted guests quietly eating breakfast, Booth entered the kitchen and poured a cup of coffee. After he'd drunk half of the cup, he felt ready to meet with the pests that had invaded his apartment. Topping off his cup, he loaded it down with sugar to give himself an extra boost and left the kitchen. Standing in the doorway, he stared glumly at Angela. "I don't know where Hannah is. She moved out and I didn't ask for a forwarding address . . . I don't see why I have to be in the middle of this drama. I didn't help her write the story and it's an old story any way."

Billy picked up a napkin and carefully wiped his egg speckled lips. "Son, like I told you, if you hadn't been involved with the woman then she wouldn't have come back here. She did and she's decided to stick her nose in our very private business. Sit down and eat something you'll feel better on an a full stomach."

Since he was hungry and the food was already made, Booth sat down next to Angela and filled his plate with eggs, bacon and toast. "Just because someone dates someone doesn't mean they're responsible for whatever crap that person pulls in the future. She and I are quits. I have no intention of talking to her, so I don't see why I have to be involved."

"Quit wriggling like a worm on a hook." Billy was tired of Booth's excuses. "You're in this and that's that. The sooner you help us the sooner you can get rid of me. I'm not going anywhere until I get this thing taken care of."

Annoyed that Billy refused to take no for an answer, Boot scooped up some eggs on his fork and began to eat.

Angela knew that Booth still hadn't committed to their demand, so she refused to relax. "Booth, I know you're angry with Hannah. We all know that, but if she's going to talk to anyone then it would probably be you."

Swallowing, Booth sipped his coffee. "Look, I asked her to marry me and she said no, okay? I was pissed at her then and I'm still pissed and she knows that. Do you really think she's going to talk to me now? I sure as hell wouldn't if I were her."

Angela slathered some blackberry jelly onto her toast and thought about it. "Booth it's either you or Brennan. You two are or were closer to Hannah than anyone else. She barely knows me and she knows I don't like her. We need someone to talk to her and well, it will be easier if you try than if Brennan tries. She's too blunt and that might make Hannah lock her lips tight . . . Just help us Booth, please."

"I'm not used to begging anyone for help, Booth." Billy admired Booth's courage and his refusal to be afraid of him, but it was just so damn inconvenient when someone just didn't do what he said. "This thing is all about Tracy and my daughter Angela. I'm asking for them. Wouldn't you do the same thing for your family?"

Cornered, Booth finally gave in. "Look, it's an old story and why do you care so much? It happened and now the world knows . . . so what? It'll be forgotten in a few days."

Billy shook his head and tried to make Booth see his point of view. "Tracy died a tragic death. Up until now, most people just know that she died right after Angela was born and that was that. There wasn't any twitter and other such nonsense back then, so the story didn't spread around. Now people know the particulars and that isn't right. That story took away the dignity of her death. It took away the privacy she deserves and it makes her the object of unwanted gossip and misplaced concern . . . Angela doesn't need that kind of attention right now. She's aleady been bothered by a reporter about it. My son-in-law was stalked at the Royal Diner yesterday afternoon by one of my exuberant fans. My daughter is with child, you know that. She doesn't need this, but it's happening anyway. Whoever invaded my privacty needs their nuts pressed in a vice."

Caught in something he was unable to get out of, Booth finally nodded his head. "Alright, but I think it's a mistake to involve me. Hannah's not going to talk to me, mark my words."

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"Seeley, what are you doing here?" Hannah had just come out of a meeting with her producer and was shocked her see her former lover standing in her office. She was even more shocked when she realized that he wasn't alone and she saw Angela and her father were there too. "Oh, I see." Moving between the three uninvited guests, she sat down behind her desk and leaned back against her chair. "You should really talk to Congressman Barlow not me. He was the one who spilled the beans about your um . . . girlfriend. I wasn't looking for a story like that, but the Congressman was trying to divert my attention from the real story I was working on. I passed it on to my producer and he wasn't interested in news that old, so I passed it on to a friend at the New York Times. He paid me to write up a human interest story and I did."

"You invaded my privacy." Billy stood facing Hannah and glared at her. "What happened to Tracy happened a long time ago and all you've done is upset my daughter and she's with child for God's sake. Don't you think she worries that what happened to her mama might happen to her? Are you trying to stress out my daughter? Do you want her to have difficulties this late in her pregnancy?"

Used to people trying to intimidate her, Hannah wasn't impressed with Billy's harsh tone of voice. "Yes, no and no. Angela, your mother died a long time ago and it's tragic, but you've lived with that knowledge for a long time. I don't see how it's upsetting to read about it now. Your mother died under tragic circumstances, but the odds of that happening to you at this late date is astronomical. Why are you really here?"

"Hannah . . . Angela and Billy are upset because you divulged private information about a woman who died for her child." Booth had always hated the press and Hannah's attitude wasn't helping the situation. "Why even print it? Billy is a rock and roll star that's true, but most people like to read about the hot stars of today like Rihanna or that kid Beiber not stars from way in the past. This news is 35 years old. Who cares besides Angela and her father?"

His eyes now locked on Booth, Billy had a feeling that the Agent was punishing him and he was doing a masterful job. After bestowing a slight smirk on Booth, Billy turned his attention back towards the reporter. "The story is written and I can't do anything about it, but I can do something about the person who told you. Now was it really Dr. Barlow that told you or are you just blowing smoke up our skirts?"

Since the congressman was sleazy as far as Hannah was concerned, the reporter didn't have a problem giving up her source. Barlow hadn't asked to be treated like an anonymous source and he deserved whatever happened to him as far as she was concerned. "Yes, it was the congressman. He'd been ducking me for weeks about a story I was doing on him and once I managed to corner him, he talked about everything that wasn't relative to my story. He's a braggart and he tried to impress me by what a great doctor he was and is and how he only does good works, like he's a saint or something. That story about Tracy Zhou was his way of trying to show me the sacrifices that people make in their lives and how he was there to help them do it. I'm still after him for corruption, but that day, I wasn't able to shake any information from him that I needed. I'm going to go at it from a different angel though. He's not off the hook yet."

"Ma'am, what you did is inexcusable." Billy hooked his thumbs in his belt and stared at the blonde reporter. "I plan to sue you. Now I know I won't win, but I will file as many law suits as I can and tie you up in court for years. I can afford to pay lawyers to harass you, can you afford to pay lawyers to defend what you did?"

Used to being threatened, Hannah smiled. "File all the law suits you like. I didn't do anything illegal and in the end you'll pay for my lawyers. I've been through this before just so you know."

Disgusted, Booth shook his head. "God, what did I ever see in you, Hannah? You aren't even human. Tracy Zhou was old history and didn't deserve to be dragged through the gossip columns. All you've done is hurt people by publishing this shit." Turning on his heels, Booth left his former lover's office and marched down to the lobby where he waited for Angela and her father.

Angela watched Booth leave and then turned back to face Hannah. "He's too good for you. The way you used him and used us . . . I'm glad you don't have your clutches in Booth anymore. You would have just made his life miserable." Turning on her heels, Angela waddled out of the room. She was so angry she wanted to cry and Angela wasn't about to do that in front of Hannah.

Now that Billy was alone with the reporter, Billy gave her one of his patented serious smiles. The smile was on his lips, but it didn't touch the rest of his face. "Now young lady, this is the way it's going to be. Accidents happen. You never know when or how. You've fucked with the wrong man this time. I don't give a shit about you or your lawyers. Hire them. You may survive long enough to go to court, who knows."

A chill running down her spine, Hannah didn't let that fear touch her face. "Are you threatening me?"

"I'm making you a promise." Billy removed his sunglasses from his jacket pocket and placed them on his face. "Get reassigned back overseas. It's too dangerous for you over here right now. You have two weeks before things start happening and you're not going to like it." His message delivered, Billy turned and left the room.

Hannah wasn't really afraid of Billy and his threats, but she had been thinking of getting reassigned back to Iraq or Afghanistan and this might be the perfect time to do it. Congressman Barlow could take care of the mess since he started it. The man was a snake and if Billy brought him down, then so be it.

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A/N: I promise you will find out what happened to Tracy in the next chapter.