A/N: Hey y'all. Thanks for hanging in there with me. Here's an update for you, finally! As always, I own nothing save the stupid bunnies that plague my brain and the errors that I'm sure riddle this chapter. But at least it is an update.

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Chapter 10

Marcus smirked at the two younger boys in the back seat as they practically vibrated in their seats with excitement over going to practice with their old team. Each only had a t-shirt on top, blue for CJ and red for Parker, and black soccer shorts on bottom. They had shared their socks (which was, according to Booth, a common occurrence for them as a good luck charm before games and practice, even when they were in the same color of socks) so each had a red and a blue sock over their shin guards with black and white cleats on their feet. CJ also had his brace on his right knee. They were talking extremely fast and Marcus, not having any idea about the sport to begin with, was completely lost on the entire conversation.

When Seeley pulled up at the park, they nearly flew out of the car and raced toward the field, jostling each other and pushing each other to see who could get to the field first. As practice didn't start for another 10 minutes, a few of the other boys that were early raced to meet CJ and Parker half way and all the boys ended up in some weird tackle/group hug type thing. Marcus had never really seen anything like it, even in watching professional and national Quidditch games.

Seeley nudged his shoulder and pointed toward the bleachers. "Come on, let's go sit down." Marcus knew that they would have a better view of the field and the surrounding area to watch the boys and anyone who could potentially want to harm them.

"What are they doing?" Marcus finally asked as they continued to wrestle around on the ground rather than greet each other in a more formal way as was typical among the Slytherins and even the other houses at Hogwarts.

"Just greeting each other. Parker and CJ were duel MVPs for the team last year, but, when CJ said he wasn't going to come back, the coach refused to let Parker back on."

"What's a MVP?" he asked having never heard that phrase before.

"Most valuable player."

"Oh," that made sense, "then why wouldn't he let Parker back on?" That was the part that did not make sense. He'd been on the Quidditch team long enough, and paid enough attention to the professional teams, to know that you never kicked off your best player unless there was a very good reason, but, he couldn't see a good reason in this case. Parker was young, healthy, and talented.

"He was the youngest on the team and the coach was under the opinion that the younger players had no place being on the team. He didn't want anyone under the age of 15 on the team, but the previous coach, who had to retire only about a couple weeks in because he had to have some massive heart surgery unexpectedly, had allowed anyone between the ages of 12 and 16 try for the team. Parker was the only one under 14 that had made it and CJ was the only 14 year old that made it during tryouts."

"Are they good at playing alone or only with one another?" he asked, wondering if that was another reason why the coach did not allow him back on the team.

"They are both good on their own, but they are better when they are playing together," Seeley admitted. He remembered games from when the boys were young and they couldn't play together due to age differences and, while they were good, once they started playing together, they were seemingly instoppable with their ability to read each other, even without seeing each other ate very moment on the field.

"Why is that? I've only seen twins who have had that capability." Marcus's mind went immediately to the Weasley Twins, the current Gryffindor Beaters who seemed to constantly know where the other one was going to be in the pitch and where they were going to hit the Bludger even before it had been hit.

"They've been playing together since they first started playing when they were toddlers, at least at home, even if not on the same team. CJ was 6 and Parker was 4, I think, when they started with others. I don't really remember, because even before they were playing on actual teams, they played in the backyard nearly as soon as they first met, however botched the version of the game was that they played."

"So Parker is 2 years younger?"

"About that, but they are only a year separate in school, which is why they have been able to play on so many of the same teams once they started school."

"Oh." He nodded down to the field. "What are they doing now?" he asked as practice started getting underway since the stretching and warm-ups were done.

"Toe-ball touches. They have to keep switching which foot is on top of the ball without ever moving the ball. It's harder than it looks though, trust me on that." He remembered the times the boys had forced him to work their drills and plays with them in the backyard and he had been completely skunked by them, even from a young age, despite the fact that he, himself, is in good shape because of his interests and his job.

The two men were fairly silent as they continued to watch practice and the area around the field for anyone suspicious, mainly talking for Seeley to answer Marcus's questions about what was going on down on the field.

Though he didn't know a lot about the game, Marcus could tell that CJ and Parker were definitely two of the better players out on the field, but, unlike a lot of the chaser's he knew who were amazing and beyond arrogant, they were both willing to play with all of the team members, not just each other, working to each of the boy's strengths. He could see where CJ got his leadership skills with Quidditch despite only having played it for such a short time (though the younger teen had confided and said he'd been watching games with Severus since he was little, though never wanted to play due to his soccer obsession and only started playing due to the lack of soccer team at Hogwarts).

After the hour and a half practice, CJ and Parker came jogging back up to the stands. "He's not here," CJ said easily when they were only a few rows away. "He didn't know we would be here. I almost guarantee he'll be at the game though. Even if I wasn't going to be there, Parker definitely would be, even just in the stands." He kissed Marcus quickly on the mouth, but chose to sit on the riser in front of the two larger men as he was covered in sweat and dirt. "Are you bored yet?" he asked his boyfriend, with a grin. "Or maybe confused would be the better question," he asked with a small laugh.

"No, it was interesting to watch. Some of those drills could help the Quidditch teams at school."

"Some, yeah." He turned his attention to the FBI agent. "Have you called Dad to tell him there was nothing here?" he asked curiously.

"Yeah, I did just toward the end of your practice. Ready to go home and get cleaned up?"

"Works for me," Parker and CJ said at the same time with near identical grins. Both of their fathers always asked the same question after practices and games

They drove back to the Bones-Booth residence in a similar manner than it was to the field with both boys in the backseat chattering on about seemingly nothing with their half-finished sentences, sound effects, and wild hand gestures. Marcus just had to smirk at the familiarity between the two. To himself, he could admit that he was a little bit jealous of Parker to begin with, but seeing them like this, he knew that there was nothing more than friendship and brotherhood between them. Granted it was a close friendship, much closer than any he'd ever had, but he hoped he had the that closeness, though definitely in a different way than he had the closeness with Parker and the rest of the tight-knit community that was CJ's friends and family here in the States.

A couple hours later, everyone was gathered around the evidence table at the Jeffersonian. "I don't want you going off half-cocked again," Hodgins said sternly looking at CJ. "None of the usual shit you and Parker pull when in the heat of the moment."

"It works for us though," CJ said easily.

"And name one time that it hasn't worked out in the end," Parker said cockily. After a pointed look from nearly every adult in the room he and CJ shared a look before amending, more contritely, "Okay, except for the time I know you're all thinking of." Another pause. "And that time."

Cj snorted as Marcus leaned over to him. "What is he talking about?"

"I was 8, he had just turned 7 and we had snuck into the cookies that Mom had made for the party that night and, in a really stupid competition, raced to see who could eat more cookies in 5 minutes. It was a tie in the end and we both ended up puking our guts up an hour later. We tried to hide it from Seeley, who was watching us at the time, so we decided it would be a good idea to only throw up in the closet so he couldn't see it," he whispered quickly in his boyfriend's ear. "Needless to say, it was an awful idea and they have never let us forget about it."

Marcus turned his attention back to Parker, who rolled his eyes. "Okay, other than the snowboarding incident in Colorado name one time in the last 2 ½ years where one of our ideas hasn't turned out."

"When it really mattered," CJ added helpfully.

"It doesn't matter," Seeley and Jack said at the same time. They looked at each other and Jack continued. "You will stick to the plan or you will be grounded for the rest of forever."

Seeley spoke up. "Tell me what you will be doing."

"We will be on the bleachers with our old crowd," Parker started.

"Marcus will be with us, watching our backs," CJ continued.

"We will keep an eye out for the guy and when we see him-"

Angela cut Parker off. "If you see him. You can't guarantee he will be there."

"Pretty much, we can, but if we see him, we will take a drink of the red punch if he is in the bleachers, blue if he is near the playground, and orange if he is anywhere else. If he is somewhere else, CJ will pretend to get a call and will face the direction of the man while staying safely hidden behind Marcus who will keep a shield at the ready around us if that is the case."

"I guarantee it is somebody who knows us and who you will recognize."

"That could be any number of people. We all go to these games and you've been playing against the same people for years," Sweets said clearly frustrated that nobody had really told him anything about this case.

"Are you sure that you can't give us a name?" Angela reiterated the question that they'd all been repeating for days.

CJ nodded. "It's like it's there, but..."

"But I can't get it off my tongue," Parker finished.

"Like a version of a lang-lock curse?" Marcus asked.

"No, not really. It feels like it's more of a memory thing. But I've been working on Occlumency with Severus for years."

"Wait, this SOB is magic?" Bones demanded an answer.

"No, I don't think so. But he's gotta know someone who is. There's no other explanation. Even with voodoo and shit, there's no way he could have messed with my mind. Parker's maybe, but not mine. No offense," he shot as an afterthought to his best friend.

"None taken."

"Do you trust me?" Marcus asked CJ suddenly.

"Of course...why?" he asked suddenly worried about what was going through the Slytherin's head.

"Let me in your mind."

CJ grinned, catching on and quickly turned to fully face Marcus, eyes wide open and trusting as he looked into his boyfriend's chocolate orbs. It took nearly 3 minutes to unravel everything that they had done to his mind, but finally he turned to his parents and godparents. "I can tell you who it is."

A/N: Sorry for the cliffhanger. Would you believe me if I said that I didn't do it on purpose? No? Well, you'd be right. It was just too good. Sorry! Hopefully I'll see you soon.