The evening cold rain was splashing on the outside window. It must be after 10pm, although for Christine, who was pouring over evidence as she sat at her desk from her latest case, it felt a lot later. she was the official liaison with the FBI; it was her job to do the squinkie work. Unfortunately, her liaison of the FBI, an agent Annabel Brown, really wasn't of much help. It was terse moments when she would be lost in her thoughts; she would remember her eventful childhood and hear playful banter between her mother and father. Then in her mind's eye, she would hear, "Booth, you know, I would never work with anyone else." Or comments like, "Booth, you know I would work with the best." These comments that were part of her childhood, Christine thought, were just a way her quirky mother used to show her affection. Christine returns to her ruminations, "I can't work with these FBI types." But today, it had gone too far. She knew, no, she was convinced that somebody was mailing it in, and this girl Annabel was doing that. As Christine continued to work, she began to think and begin to place items together. She was beginning to wonder if this girl Annabel was even trying to be of help. Or was this girl actively undermining her work? That would almost be treasonous; that is so unjust. Then she went to her desk and pulled open a few of her notebooks which she had been jotting down some information that she had gleaned from a laptop of an FBI agent who hadn't closed off his laptop and began to look up the personnel file of one Annabel Brown. Lo and behold, she's the daughter of a Deputy Director based in Denver, Colorado. Her family was up to its elbows in the FBI business. There are uncles and aunts spread throughout the agency. And what was more worrisome to Christie and what perked her even more was that her uncle had been caught directly in Glenn Durant's price, and he had been cast into jail. This had bothered her in so many ways. But she was afraid to bring it up with her mother, as it had only been a few months since her Dad had died. And she didn't know how to bring it up with Hank. Even though she recognized that Hank was absolutely brilliant and absolutely loyal. But he didn't know how to broach the subject. Another point in their conversations over coffee was that the Brown family had money and ancestral money. And they were very proud of the fact that their family went back and went deep into American history. Another point was that this girl resented the Booth family - She found this very weird. And even more so bumping into random agents from the NSA, the FBI, or even the CIA. Occasionally what she suspected people were spooks; the Booth name and family was gold. And everyone knew that something was cooking in the FBI against him. But no one knew what it was. But everyone knew that Booth was good. So, in a sense, Christine was given a pass, or more like a pedestal of sorts. But This girl was resentful of the Booth family. She would use the now old derogatory whispers concerning the relationship in which her parents had, and Christine had more than once settled the girl in her spot properly. But you begin to wonder why she was so resentful? Over coffee once again, it finally came to a boiling point. She said, "your father didn't have any money; he came from a messed-up family. Your mother is an orphan, a foster child, a child of criminals. Both are complete misfits. So how do you come around here parading like you're some type of Princess? And on top of that, the money that your mother has is amazing. But she has no right to it. She's just a simple ink-stained hack, a page-turner, a novelist. This made Christine angry because she knew that her mother had worked so hard to get to the position, she thought. But she began to understand more deeply that there must be something else at work. As she's sitting there at her desk, lit by the only lamp, one tap at the door, slightly perceivable like that of something metallic on her door. she looked at our clock; It was just before 11:30pm, who in their right mind would come by her place at 11:30pm. She grabbed her personal sidearm and slid towards the door opened it allow the person into the darkened living room. As he reaches into this darkened room, she points the gun at the back of his head and cocks the hammer and closes the door and says, "Drop your weapon. Who are you? What do you want?" He lets out a giggle. Hands are stretched into the air. And he says, "My name is Danny Beck. I served with your father in Afghanistan and a half dozen other places in the world. Your Dad and I were friends. I would say we are friends because I don't; I can't consider him dead. And I need to speak to one of you. So, I've been watching you for a while. can we sit down?". Christine reaches and turns on the lights, and she sees a man, the same man that she saw on the day that her father had died. who rolled up in a nondescript Government vehicle and was obviously crying when they had pulled her father on a stretcher to the ambulance? He looked; although it's only been a few months, he looked years older. His gray hair was even grayer, whiter. His weight was obviously lacking in his body. Deep rings around his eyes. She ushered him to a seat, offered him a drink. He said, "water would do. But maybe if we connect, I'll take something stronger. Your Dad will always offer me a certain whiskey, which I think you have." She pulled a Brennan-like eyebrow and said, "How would you know?" He said in reply. "I've been watching you guys. In essence, that is my training. it gives me abilities and for me to stay off the radar. But I'm worried. I heard your brother suspected something I know your mother does. But I have gathered some intel. And I was thinking of who I could speak to. Now don't take this wrong. But your brother Hank is probably the most intelligent in your family. But I don't talk squint. Your mom. We do well at social gatherings. Your mom knows me. She'll vouch for me. I know she will. But talk about these types of things. I don't know how to talk to her." And now Christine is very curious. And then she says, "Why don't you go to my Dad's friends. I don't know. Agent Arbury." "James. James. James is a great FBI agent, but he's not your father. He doesn't have that Booth instinct. He's not your Dad. But now, Christine, don't let this get to your head. But you know, you are the most Boothy of your family. And I believe that I could level with you. You wouldn't lose your head. And I'd be able to work with you." Christine leads back in her chair. She says, "continue." He then begins outlining what he believes happened on that fateful day when her father had been gunned down in his house. He begins to draw out important aspects, such as FBI agents' homes. They are privy to that information. Either your inside or you're outside. Either you're a family member or a very close friend of a family member. Or you don't know. For him to know where your family's home was. And to know that you would all be there means somebody was watching. Somebody knew how to get you because if your Dad had been on call that day, he would have been carrying his service revolver. It's not well known. And your Dad doesn't get many Saturdays off. Do you get what I'm talking about? Do you understand what I mean? Christine? Do you understand what I'm getting at?" Christine nods her head. She says, "I understand. I've suspected this for a while." And he goes, "good. No, I'm not talking like a crazy man to you." And she said, "No, I'm not. This is not crazy. Interesting, and he goes, Do you know that you have an FBI detail watching your apartment?" that it was as though cold-water skimmed down the back of her neck down Her back and filled her very veins. I'm being watched. Why am I being watched? I'm no longer a member of the FBI. Danny smiled and said, "Well, I believe the ones who did your father are inside the FBI, and the one who shot and killed your father actually wasn't exactly a sanctioned hit. But it was somebody settling a score by using someone whom your parents had put into jail for just causes. Don't get me wrong, but it wasn't a part of their major program, I believe. And at this point, Christine interrupts him and continues his sentence. She goes, I know this sounds insane. But I believe that Glenn Durant's cabal may have been partially destroyed by my parents and the Jeffersonians staff some 20 years ago, but I think like a weed, it's grown back. At that point, the old man sits back in his chair, slaps his knee and asks Christine, got any the good whiskey? Cuz I think we're already there. I don't have to explain anything. You've got the intuition of your father. This is great. Danny then goes, "How well did you do in Quantico, Christine. She replies, "I prefer not talking about it. My FBI time was kind of a black cloud in my life. I was lost, and I forgot my family. I ditched my family. I ditched my Dad, I ditched my mom, I ditched everyone. I was taken by this concept of being something." Danny looked at her and said, "You know, I had the same conversation with your father. When your father got into gambling. He said the same things. Keep in mind, you Booths are good stock. You do good things to good people. Just don't lose your faith. Your Dad almost did that. After they took everything that could have possibly been taken from him. Tried to kill you, trying to kill your mom, trying to kill him, killed Sweets, blew up his house, took away his good name and the media running him ragged. And when he finally got out, he wanted to find a way to collectively solve these problems. And your mom stopped him and threatened to leave him because he had broken faith with God and her. At that, Christine was memorized; he was shocked. She looked over at Beck with eyes like that of an eagle. And she just said to Danny, "speak, speak, I really need this." This was a hard time; I remember talking with Booth, slipping in to check on him and talking to your Dad over a couple of drinks. And your Dad told me, "just imagine, my wife, who has supposedly had no faith in God, challenged me because I had lost my faith in God. And I think that's when your mom started reading to you the bight time Bible stories. And insisted that you went to church and insisted that your brother be baptized, and insisted… because she saw the value in the Booth stock of faith and knew that if you lost it, you were doomed. That brings me to the next point, Christine."
And at that point, Christine shrugged her shoulders, bent her head a touch and was waiting for a blow. "When was the last time you went to mass?" Christie looked up at him. "Are you watching me?" "No, I just know your father. If you're not going to mass, you're losing faith." She sucked back in her chair. She Said, "I'm planning on making all that right. I'm trying to make it right with my family. I'm going to make it right with God." Then Danny just said, "well, start today. Make it right, move on. Now, I think you're going to have to bring both of your brothers into this conversation. Now I don't want to exclude your mom. But your mom is a bit younger than me. I don't think she needs to think that Glenn Durant's evil spawn is out to kill her family. Again, maybe keep her out of the loop a touch on this; I know she will want to be in, and she will scream at you and everything else. But just you need a psychologist to profile the people who are behind this. But you need Hank's fierce intelligence. But you can't allow everybody to stop everything else. I think the book that your mom and Parker are writing is amazing. I've read a little bit of it." Christine looks, "how did you read any of it? I haven't read any of it." And he goes on, "believe me. Everyone's keeping tabs on it. Nobody wants it to be stopped. But we also don't want military secrets to be aired out." She nods her head. "So, Danny, what do you have for me that can help me understand what this thing is? This beast that is rearing its head and is going to bite us? If we don't figure it out, at this point, giving an answer to her not so silent question. Then he pulls out of his knapsack a dossier. A label is on the dossier, and on it is printed. Annabel Brown Christine is taken back by this. Not forgetting she was just thinking about this girl and wondering how and why, firstly, why was she with her? But more than that? Secondly, Why was she so angry? Why? All these whys were in her head while she was working on her. All the questions, she began to pepper Danny with her questions. What about this? Why this? Why that? Why this? Why that? Finally, she hits her hand against the arm of the chair in which she is sitting states once again, "I need answers. This doesn't make sense." Then he smiles. And He shrugged his shoulders and said, "that's why I'm here at 11:30pm and not ringing your mum. Not chatting with your brother. And not bothering Parker, who really needs to get some sleep. Christine squints her eyes. To which Danny chuckles and says, "I'm not sure? What's uncannier, the eyes of your father or the eyebrows, which is your mother's. But that's the reason why I needed to speak to you. You're the combo. Hank is going to help you get to a conclusion, but I need your street sense. In this case, here. We need to dig down; we need to find out why and why not. Why is 11:30pm? Because your watchers outside decide at 11:15pm is a great time to eat dinner. And they're not paying attention right now. But in about 10 minutes, I've got to get out of here. And they're going to come back. He pulls out some other evidence that he has found, and a couple of his buddies at the NSA had found scraps in unencrypted phone intercepts and handed them over to Christine before leaving; he says, "you still have a safe in your apartment? "Don't shoot," he says with a rye smile. "Just keep in mind, they're going to come through here. They're not as good as we are, but they will come through; I still have buddies in the industry. They are all interested, and they are in all fields Because these guys knocked off Booth. There's a lot of people that want vengeance. And to topple another conspiracy that killed Booth will be on the top of everybody's Christmas list, even if it means losing a few vacation hours."