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Brennan came back to the kitchen with a new sense of resolve. She walked into the kitchen with the rest of her family staring at her. She was washed, dressed and with her "doctor " face on. She demanded that the table be set.
She looked to Christine and stated, "I want to sit down with the Director this morning at the Hoover. "
"Hank, you're going to the lab; find out why that man who killed your father wanted him dead and why he didn't kill one of us first."
She then turned to Parker, "I want a profile of the Killer – –ASAP-- that's the correct use, right? "
"Parker, and all of you, I want an obituary of your father to be worthy of him. Do you understand me?" Parker nodded and began to cry; she intimated to him, saying, "although you are not my biological son, I have always considered you as my son. When I was deciding if I could be in a family, you convinced me that I could. Our connection alone allowed me to dream of this possibility." turning to the others at the table, " Please don't make a distinction between you all," she said with authority due to her state.
"As you know, I have had many ideas about how my future would be. I'm changing it all right now. Your father left me as principal and sole executor of his estate with only two genuine requests. A- to be buried beside me and B- for a Catholic funeral. I will do my best to make both of these requests happened." At this, Christine touched her mother's hand and asked if she could help. Strangely, Bones said, "No, Christine. I need to do this my way. I will let you all know when I need your assistance."
It was 6:30 AM, breakfast was cleaned up, and Bones went into her fallen husband's office and called her children to bring her effects to his office. 7 AM, she was on the phone with the Archbishop of Washington; by 8 AM, she was on her way to the Hoover for a very special appointment with the FBI Director.
Brennan walked into the Hoover as though she owned the place. With Christine beside her, she moved as a woman on an actual mission. She entered the Director's office and walked by his secretary without giving her the slightest attention; she was now standing in the Sancto Santorum of the Director.
"Good morning, Director." Dr. Brennan intimate it.
"Good morning Dr.Brennan; my condolences on the passing of your husband and partner, Agent Sealy Booth. He was an honour to the FBI." She continued, "That is why I am actually here. Booth had been through hell and back with the FBI. I need to have something corrected as he is now dead, the what... I will get to it in a moment. I know him better than anyone here." She was looking at the Director to dare oppose. "I am going to let you know what I am looking for. Firstly, Postmortem promoted a rank that he was in line for if that fool trader Glenn Durant had not tried to destroy him. The idea is, making him whole, the destruction of our home at Glen Durant's orders carried out by people inside the FBI. The public airing of Sealy's commendations and Honours. Records making known everything that he is done for the FBI. His unjust imprisonment, the beatings he endured and the psychological torture inflicted on him. This distress causing him to relapse into gambling, which almost destroyed him and our family; that distress was increased by the murder of one of our family members -- Lance Sweets, also an FBI member. Booth's unjust demotion of rank because of that cursed hacker; I'm not talking about my misfortune yet. Am I clear?"
The Director was in shock; this scientist demanding the FBI do things, immediately? Was she serious? Brennan retook her lecture, "His funeral will be in a couple of days at St. Matthew's Catholic Cathedral here in Washington. The Cardinal Archbishop will preside. I hope as a Church has done, the FBI could do a little to recognize the hero he was. As I will no longer be in the field. I plan on writing a true story of Booth, co-authored by his children. So that the World will know what the World has lost. I will be sending you an invitation. Thank you, Director." With that said, she stood, gave her hand to the Director. Dr. Brennan turned on her heel and showed herself out. As she was leaving, she turned to her daughter and said, "Called the state police and the Army Ranger Command, and I almost forgot, the Secretary of Defence. To the last request, Christine retorted, "Mom, Secretary of Defence? Aren't you going a bit overboard?"
Bones turned to her and said, "Fine, I will call."
She called on speakerphone and was put through to Secretary Taylor
"Hello, Secretary Taylor, this is Dr. Brennan.
"Dr. Brennan… Is it true… Selley is gone?"
"Yes, he was killed in front of his children and me. I was hoping to talk. "
"Tempe, Anytime… Booth was a friend, but more than that, he saved my life at least 5 TIMES ON MISSION IN IRAQ if not more."
"All right, can I come with my daughter right now?
"Christine? Of course! I'm waiting. "
"Mom… I never knew! "
"There are so many things you don't know! "
Brennan begins to tell her eldest child a story, "The Rangers wanted your Father back in uniform again, and your Father and I had just had you, and I wasn't going to have you an orphan, but the pressure on us -- on your father was insane. So, your Dad, who doesn't like asking for favours, at least for himself, indicated there might be someone who could help. So I contacted his an old mate from the Rangers. Well, let's say he came over for some of my Famous mac & cheese-- Booth made so much publicity I could open a restaurant. Booth explained everything, and the next time the full bird Colonel came guilting your Father; Secretary Taylor, who was very far up the food chain at the time, stopped the stupidity."
"Mom, why didn't you tell anyone?" "You did not need to know."
"Your Father always wanted people to see the merit. Not the fame. You made him proud when you tried to get into training under "Brennan " "unfortunately for you, you look and act just like him – – at least most of it. The Key is the most part – – your father had a gift, connected with people, and read people incredibly well. That is why he could love deeply and hate just as profoundly. You share it a bit, but you share an unfortunate trait with me. You think you are smarter than you are. Your father spent most of his time around me, pretending to be stupid, a Luddite. Later in life, I figured it out. Only when I met your Uncle Jared did I begin to truly understand your father. He will hide himself to make you think he is shy or stupid or worst. Your father passed on promotions so I could be in the field. He should have been deputy director, but I then would have been stuck in the lab, do you understand?
"People have been talking at Hoover, talking trash; I wanted to know is any of it true? Just for you to know, I punched a guy in the mouth when he spoke badly about Dad. Can I ask you if it's true?"
Brennan stated cooly, "You can ask."
"Did Dad go after you because of your money?"
Before Christine finished, Bones laughed, and then the laugh turns to a look of wrath which covered her face.
"He went after me for my money? He never took my money when offered 50-50 was his thing. I wanted to buy all types of things for you and for him. – – He wouldn't take anything... take my money ?" She stated with scorn, "they understand nothing of this man. He was so careful, only after a lot of time, I mean years and after, he had lost a promotion because he was in the field because of me. Would he permit me to buy him anything? I would secretly buy him shirts and pants – – the same brand as he always had so he wouldn't perceive. When the enemies of this country and ours; destroyed the home that your Father and Wendel built... Then I bought him things; I bought the new house but only because he was framed in prison and had nothing. He needed his honour. They took our home; they took his wages and his freedom. So yes, I spent money on your father. It was just."
Christine could now see that she had hit a nerve. She was happy to have punched the loser, but what had caught her eye as a cadet was that the look in the instructor's eye hardened when the incident was reported and that one who victim of the abuse was Agent Seally Booth. The incident was reported to the head of the Farm. she found out sometime later the resident agent in charge was one, James Albury. The idiot was sent home after his come-to Jesus moment. "I even heard that his Father had been an agent too."
"Mom, did Dad take advantage of you before you were ready? I heard some guys say some stuff… "
"Stop… Christine, stop… Stop! "
"Never… Your father was/is a gentleman. Any man who tried would've had a broken hand, many broken bones, to say the least. I wasn't some weak, defenceless little flower. I was a horribly thorny person. No real friends except for Angela -- Why she remained my friend, I will never know.
Your father taught me so much…"
She began to sob as they arrived at the Department of Defence.
"Agent Christine Booth, Dr. Temperance Brennan, Ma'am… Sorry for both of your losses; please come this way."
An officer in full regalia directed them towards the Secretary of Defence. As they parked their vehicle, the officer was waiting. He looked like a Ranger as he came forward. "Master Sergeant Booth was one of us. Could I have the honour to escort you to the Secretary of Defence? "
Christina asked, "Did you know my father? "
The older officer looked at her and said, "Sergeant Booth is the stuff of legends, ma'am. He was the best of us, never left a man behind. Would give his life for any of his men. They tortured him, so to provide time for the good guys just to save his whole company. They say around here, if we have known all of his stories, he would have been greater than any fictional Jack Ryan."
Christine was gobsmacked. Her father, her Dad, the guy who was stuck in Major Crimes for years, was a hero. This is why her mom was moving heaven and earth to honour him.
"Temperance…Christine…?
"Secretary Taylor, thank you for seeing us. " Brennan began in a businesslike manner.
"Anything. How can I help?" and so began the opening demands, " a Full military funeral."
Secretary defence replies, "Done,"
Brennan answers, "postmortem promotions."
Secretary of Defence replies, "What were you thinking about? "
"At least one of his off-book commissions should have earned him something." " let me speak to the president; he's interested in coming for the funeral, "Temperance, a lot of men, I'm talking about a lot of men owe their lives to Sealy. Christine, your Dad, is a real hero. He never wanted the others to know. But we do. "
Temperance then begins, "I plan on writing a story, a celebration of his life, co-authored by his children. Only that is the best way. No more silly stories." Looking at Christine, Brennan begins a question towards Secretary of Defence Taylor, "Taylor, have you heard that Booth married me for my money?" In the very, very sombre Ambiance that the meeting had been so far, Taylor lets off a loud cackle, "Ha! Didn't you propose to him? And that rat Pelant got in the middle? Although the second time, he did, only if you were going to accept, right? Temperance, don't take this the wrong way, but you before Booth and Christine were a very different woman."
With a bit of self-satisfaction, she replied, "Very true, I was extremely arrogant and didn't get along with anyone, including Booth. But he believed in me more than I believed in myself!" A tear came to her eye and a trickle down her cheek.
Temperance collected herself, "So, Taylor, I can count on you? I will send you the details from the Cathedral, and we will see what the FBI will do."
Taylor replied, "If they don't do something, they will be toast, especially if the President is there."
They finished their conversation. An honorary escort brought the two ladies through the Department of Defence; people stood in silence everywhere we went. Once they were at the car, and on the way home, Christine started to cry.
"I've lived with bloody war hero! I never gave him the time of day! I'm the worst daughter in history; I hate myself… I asked you terrible things, never thought it might be because of some jerk who was jealous of you and Dad. Why was Dad so honourable? "
"Dear, you are equal parts me and Booth. Don't forget your father's brother. He wanted to try to poison me against your father in the very same way. Booth will not shine the light on himself. Only after those events with Jered did I see the reality; what I had in front of me was not a simple man, but the Best Version of a Booth. Your father was always a hero. But he was a quiet man; he cared about those around him, cared about his family. The family that he made, that he defended. That is why I hated your uncle Jarod because he was the anti- Booth. If your father wasn't who we know he was, he would have been Jared. Do you understand? But your father always wanted to see the good in the others. Do you know what most scared him? Himself. His temper. You never saw it. But I did. When they destroyed our first home -- they came to kill your father. I came back after dropping you off at Max.'s I came back -- against the express wishes of your father. I wanted to see if I could help. I know how stupid that sounds; love does stupid sometimes, highly irrational, I know. When I arrived, Your father was already shot many times. He already killed three Delta force operators under the shadow government's employ, and your father was in a bad place. Two or three bullets in his chest, but the last soldier got me as I reached Booth and kick me across the room... Your father rage raged and killed that last man with his own hands. Your father could hardly breathe, but seeing what could happen to me; crushed the man's eyes and snapped his neck. Rage and love. Even seeing his life force slipping away, he couldn't allow me to be injured. Your father is in equal parts: Hero, gentleman and most importantly, my partner. At this, Brennan reached over and hugged her firstborn. –"Make me, make him proud. "