The blaring of a cellphone startled Peter awake grabbing it off his bedside table he flips it open not bothering to look at the caller ID groggily uttering "Burke" but what was said next brought chills down his neck "Next time its you and the con man." with that the line went silent. Checking to make sure his wife was still asleep next to him Peter crawled out of bed and went down the stairs to check the windows and doors, seeing that they were still locked he went to the cabinet pulling down the coffee container and starting the coffee machine. Calling Diana he tells her about the possible threat to him and Neal, the years as part of the FBI making cautious about any threat. Looking at the clock on the stove he rubs his face of sleep, it was looking to be a long day and it was only 4.03 in the morning.

In Washington D.C., a FBI team was called out to New York to investigate a murder.

Over four hours later, sirens were blaring, yellow tape had been rolled out and used as a barricade between journalist and the crime scene. Cameramen were flashing pictures and police offers were pushing them back when a large black SUV followed by a black coroners van with a government seal on the two front doors came into the 3rd floor of the parking garage. Stepping out of the SUV a man in a black suit and tie wearing a belt the buckle reading 'cocky' came out flashing his FBI badge yelling, "make a path people FBI" at the crowd that surrounded the crime scene. Lifting up the tape he allowed his colleagues from the Jeffersonian under it. Heading towards the body his colleagues had surrounded, "So what do we got?" he implores.

"Male, approximately 50 years of age, his fingers show sign of a struggle." Cam Saroyan, the coroner, states while examining the body further.

Turning his head toward Temperance Brennan, a forensic anthropologist whom he calls Bones, he silently asks the question again. Looking up at him, she answers "I can only speculate at the moment, I would need to take him back to the Jeffersonian and look at his bones, Booth." Booth nods his head in understanding.

A police officer comes over to the Booth, "Officer Graham" he announces.

"Agent Booth, did your men touch the crime scene?"

"No but we did find this, its why we called you out here" he gestures to behind a SUV. Walking behind the SUV Booth sees what the SUV had obscured from view of everyone, written in blood is 'FBI SNITCH' making Booth shake his head in disgust, calling over people to take pictures and blood samples.

Going back over to the body Booth looks at Jack Hodgins, the Jeffersonian's entomologist, who was collecting fly eggs off the body. "Hodgins can you give me an estimated time with those?" Booth questions looking down at Hodgins was kneeling down next to the body.

"I would need to wait till these little guys hatch to give you a time but I can postulate over eight hours because if you look closely," grabbing a magnify glass and holding it up to the container of eggs, "you can see the larvae developing," Hodgins says looking up at Booth, then back down gently sweeping the eggs into a damp evidence container.

A crime scene photographer yells out "Found a wallet." Booth walks over to where the photographer is and leans down picking up the worn brown leather wallet, opening it up he sees the ID of the victim, Dave Braxton. He calls into the FBI letting them know the victims name.

Hacking into the FBI database looking at what they have collected about Braxton, Hardison sees that Braxton was killed. Yelling up the stairs for everyone to come down to the living room where he is set up he relays the information he found "bad news Braxton was killed, what are we going to do now?" looking around at the faces of his teammates for an answer.

Nate closes his eyes, pinching the top of his nose trying to figure how they were going to help their client out now that their mark was dead. "Well the Yakuza are still in play so we can go after them instead."

"Are you hearing yourself right now, the Yakuza are the Japanese mob." Eliot demands, his eyebrows furrowing down, his arms crossed in front of him.

"Yes."

"How do we plan on going after them?" Sophie petitions.

"We run a similar scam to the Turnabout, they are money launders, so we go with that" Nate says casually looking at everyone then heads into the kitchen. Sophie quickly follows Nate into the kitchen calling out to him. Hardison goes back to his laptop to now search about the Yakuza.

With that Tigger looks at Parker, confusion on her face asks, "what's the turnabout scam?" Parker looks at her and explains the scam that the team had used on the Irish mob they went after months before. As Parker is explaining the scam to Tigger, Eliot walks quietly out the door.

Pacing the front of the FBI's White Collar Division conference room, Agent Booth is detailing what had been discovered at the crime scene, sitting in the room are Peter Burke, Diana Berrigan, and Clinton Jones, on the television screen is the Jeffersonian team. For the next couple hours they also discussed the investigation into Braxton that the White Collar team was doing, and listing possible suspects, such as the Yakuza Crime Family and Lydia Andrews, since Braxton and her were seen leaving together around 10.30 the night before.

Heading out for coffee during a break from the debrief, since the FBI coffee tasted like sludge, Peter was about to exit the FBI building when a red dot appeared on his chest seconds later the glass door shattered from the impact of a bullet.

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