I have always hated you.

From the moment I was old enough to understand, I have hated you. The Holy One, the one who got a real life. But I'm older, stronger. And trust me, you're going down bitch.

The woman took one final drag of her cigarette and stubbed out beneath the toes of her brand new boots. Brought with a handy credit card. She had learned to reap the benefits of a life of crime quite early. Four or five. House after house, name after name. Her father had been a con man, simple as that. But she was a different animal all together.

As she walked up the dirty, lonely road, she took out her cell phone to look at a picture of her new target. Dumb, slow, easy. Out of the four that were left, she would be the easiest. She had been doing the easy ones first, working her way up. The old man had been the easiest. Sure, it had been overkill, but whatever. It had been fun.

D.C was a great place to live. For a price, she could have both the anonymity and what she needed for her mission. But, there was no time for a shopping spree right now. She had work.

xxx

Booth and Brennan had a new case. The decomposed remains of a college student had been found on the roof of her building. The massive snowfall had hid her for days. Some kids had come across her during a snowball fight. But, the dynamic duo was not at their victim's building. They were at the victim's place of employment, a strip club in downtown D.C called The Black Cat.

On stage, a woman was twirling to some 80s pop hit. On a Tuesday afternoon, the women on stage were not the A squad. That helped Booth keep focused. Brennan was staring at a woman who had a bullet scar on her left hip. The manager was in the back, but a nice Latina wearing a French maid's outfit was getting him for them.

"How old are you?" Booth asked a dancer wearing a lot of pink.

"Nineteen," she mumbled.

"Why are you doing this?" Brennan asked. "You're young, you have a bright future ahead of you."

"None of your damn business," the girl snapped.

"What's your name?" Brennan asked.

"The Pink Fiesta." The dancer flounced off to give a lap dance. Booth and Brennan exchanged looks and went to the back when the Latina dancer motioned for them to come. In the distance, they could hear the song ending and the emcee asking the crowd to give it up for 'Candy'.

After they found out that their victim had a boyfriend that liked to smack her around, they stepped out of the office and back into the club. There was a new dancer on the stage, dancing to a song that neither of them had heard before.

Start wearing purple wearing purple
Start wearing purple for me now
All your sanity and wits they will all vanish
I promise, it's just a matter of time...

There was something familiar about the woman on the stage. Her dark hair was straight, streaked with purple. Her long legs were encased in fishnet stockings, and she wore a skimpy purple bra. Brennan was the one who stopped, her eyes narrowing.

"I know her," she announced. "At least I think so."

"Well, I don't recognize her," Booth said, trying not to stare at The Pink Fiesta, who was staring at him, a come hither look on her face. On stage, the woman was upside down, her hair a flag. The bra flew into the crowd, revealing small-ish breasts covered with purple pasties. Brennan started to get closer to the stage.

"Bones, what the hell are you doing?" Booth hissed as he followed her.

"I want a closer look," she replied.

"So to the rest of us lady," a bearded man quipped. Booth flashed him his gun and badge and the man bowed his head, muttering something under his breath. As they grew closer, the woman grew younger and younger. Her eyes were closed as she hooked one leg around the pole. Booth was starting to see what Brennan was seeing too. There was something familiar about her. Then, as the song came to it's lively end, the woman opened her eyes.

They were green. It hit Brennan first and her face became a mask of shock. The emcee's announcement only made it worse.

"Give it up for Starbuck!"

Meanwhile, Zach and Starbuck were at their apartment. The doctors had released her after five days. She would have been released after four, but Sweets telling her about her cat had set her back a bit. In the end, they had decided to tell her. She had gotten that cat when her family had moved to Rockville.

"What do you want to do?" he asked her. They were sitting on the couch, half-watching re-runs of Star Trek.

"Nothing, really," she mumbled. "The medication is making me a bit sluggish." He put an arm around her shoulder and kissed her on the forehead. Suddenly, she got off the couch and went for her iPod, which was hooked up to a bright green speaker. After a few minutes of fiddling, something began to play.

Start wearing purple wearing purple
Start wearing purple for me now
All your sanity and wits they will all vanish
I promise, it's just a matter of time...

Something came over Starbuck's eyes, a look Zach had never seen before. Well, he had, but it had been in darkness, as her hair fell over both their faces and she nipped at his neck, his hands sliding around her back, fumbling with the hook of her bra.

Back to reality.

Starbuck began to sway, her eyes closed as her hips swiveled, her hands running up her torso, cupping her breasts. Zach had to watch. The song kept playing as she removed her hoodie, her t-shirt and jeans. One by one, they fell.

"What's going on?" Zach asked her.

"Nothing at all sweetie," her throaty voice answered as she unhooked her bra. "Just a little dance."

So Vio-Vio-Violetta! Etta! Va-va-va-vaja dama ti moja!
Eh podayte nam karetu, vot etu, i mi poedem k ebenjam!

Soon, she had shed all items of clothing and was standing before him. The fabric of the couch scratched her knees as she straddled him, her fingers undoing his belt while her mouth trailed down his chest. The carpet was rougher on her knees and Zach couldn't help but enjoy the moment. She took him into her mouth and his hips jerked upwards. His hands threaded through her hair and he made moaning noises as she did something they had only tried a few times. This would be the first time since they had gotten back together, but it didn't feel right.

When Zach had released, Starbuck looked up at him, her eyes clouded with confusion.

"What just happened?"

xxx

"Well, fuck you then!" Lisey screamed at Fisher.

"You knew that I wasn't ready for something serious when we hooked up Lise," Fisher said.

"I don't want that anymore Colin!" She was starting to cry.

"That's too bad," he crossed his arms and she stormed out of his apartment, not even grabbing her coat. "You forgot your coat!" he yelled, but she was slamming the door before he could get the words out.

Lisey hugged herself as she made her way to the bus stop. The whole morose rebel thing had been hot at first, but she was so over it. The drama of the past few weeks had kept her distracted from the current problem. There were two lines on the stick in her coat pocket. She had planned to get rid of it, but with what had happened to Starbuck's dad, she couldn't go through with an abortion.

"Just great," she muttered as she dug through her pockets. No cash. If she had a few bucks, she could take the Metro. But, no luck.

"You need some cash?" a woman behind her called.

"Thanks, but you aren't my type," Lisey answered.

"I am merely doing the work of the Lord," the woman said.

"Sure, okay." Lisey figured that the worse that she happen was having to listen some Jesus talk and take a Bible. But, as it turned out, that was no luck.

The first stab was painful. Lisey couldn't even scream, it was that bad. I don't wanna die, I can't die! she thought as she tried to crawl away. The woman turned her on her back and Lisey got a look at her killer.

The woman had green eyes.

xxx

Author's Note

The song was 'Start Wearing Purple' by Gogol Bordello. I was listening to it this morning and this chapter came to me.

Review pretty please. *Eric Millegan eyes*