The Cabal that met in the Oak panelled room hidden from those who should have known in the FBI sat talking to each other, asking why things were not working quickly. Why were they not a solution to this problem? The problem was that vengeance, a very human element called vengeance, had gotten in the way of their plans and now risked unveiling everything they had been planning. The idiot who authorized the hit on Booth, what was he thinking? What were they think? What? Kill Booth, and somehow the rest of that cursed family would just roll up and disappear. They must have known the leader of the Cabal murmur to himself; they must have known that that girl booth would come to her senses at one point she wouldn't always be an idiot. She wouldn't always think about her career over her family. Maybe that socially awkward Temperance Brennan would do that. But what they had compiled in secret files on Seeley booth would never be the case. They had this girl Christine, who was using her brain, her Booth brain that was very socially adept and academically off the charts charging towards a ghost that she didn't know who they were. But she was going to find out. It wasn't by chance that the team of Booth and Brennan had the highest sold rate on the East Coast for decades.

You put both of them together, and it was dynamite. Who thought such a thing as Gerald Wieber flake through the file? He saw they're one of the managers. I say manager because that's what he is. Field Office Director of Christine Booth saying if you put more carrot forward, she will bite. All she cares about is her career. It also noted there that he had on the sly, insinuated that her father wasn't what everyone said he was and that most in the FBI believed he was in for it for the money with his mom with her mum and prestige. The head of the Cabal looked at these notes and said, idiot, you awoke the dragon; you awoke. Like should never have been awoken, and now we're in trouble. Just then. His phone chart had been sitting in this darkened panelled room for a few hours now. And on the phone was one of his operators. One of his agents who knew which side the bread was buttered this agent, of course, was blackmailed. He had been caught gambling and had decided to do his bidding with the prospect of losing his career and maybe going to jail. Agent Paltan up and began. Hey boss. Look. I got a hunch on something. Remember when we were looking at booths life and saw the two weak spots in the story.

Where the mother of his child Parker. On the other side, there was the... hum ... oh yeah, Yeah. Well. The other one was the journalist Hannah Burley. And I started sniffing around a bit, and it seemed that the case was ugly. Booth and Brennan were at a real impasse. Booth went to Afghanistan. She went to some island, and where she hoped to figure out her mind. Booth found a war correspondent; they started a thing going. And then Booth basically sabotaged his own relationship with her by proposing. She said no, and that was it, and within six months or so, give or take. Brennan and Booth are in a relationship, and the rest is history. The boss sits there and goes, "I'm listening to you. Yeah, what's going on?"

" Well, according to my information, Hannah Burley, who is retired now, she's got her Pulitzers and everything else but left town after her failed relationship with Booth. Well, According to what I've heard, she's in town. I'm not sure how much of Christine and Hank's real story would even know about Hannah Burley. Maybe not even Parker knows about the story. I know from a friend that the core there at the Jeffersonian didn't make Hannah very comfortable at the lab. She avoided it during her relationship, and, of course, afterward, this perks our man's information and interest in the darkness. He said, Okay. We got to put a man on Hannah. Find out what she's doing. Oh, by the way, how is our editor at the Washington Post?"

" Well, he's not exactly happy with me. He doesn't like being blackmailed. But he put a very hungry reporter, an investigative reporter, on this case, and I think she's doing a good job. If I'm not mistaken. It might be one of the reasons why Hannah Burley is in town."

At this point, the man sitting at the dark oak conference table tapped his fingers and said, this is interesting. Very interesting. Very good. Excellent work. Now. Can you, without spooking anyone, put someone on Hannah?" "She's a reporter. She's a retired reporter, but she's a reporter.

Nonetheless, if you put anyone watching her, she'll know. So, we might have to settle for something else. Just see what you can get on her."

The call ended. The man who had been so worried just minutes before a satisfied smile broached on his face. And he said, "Hannah, you could be my Christmas present. You might be able to change this case," as he sipped his scotch and went through more files.

Hannah had been delighted with her meeting with Christine. She was amazed at how much Christine was like her mother and Christine's social intelligence, which reminded her of Seely. It had gone better than she thought. Hannah waited outside in the parking lot of the Jeffersonian and waited for Christine to park her car. And in parking her car, she stepped out of the darkness came up beside Christine. Knowing she was a Booth very well; it wouldn't be wise to startle her. "Christine"

"Yes, Hannah, what can I do for you? I have a little note. I just need you to understand what I'm doing. From this point on, I will have no more contact with you, Direct communication with your family. Believe me, I mean, only the best. But I'm going to need to go back to figure out what is going on. Keep this in mind. My Love is with your father. I always considered your mother as a friend. Anything you hear from this point forward. Think of it as posturing. Do you understand what I'm saying?" Christine looked at her, "I think so. But one last point before we break off. How long are you going to go black for?"

"I'm not sure. Let's see how things roll."

Christine said, "but I would really like to have a one-on-one with you on film. If these people do anything to either of us, we can crack open this aspect of my father."

Hannah agreed but added, " but it's got to be on the down-low. We can't have seen each other."

Christine's eyebrow arched in a very Brennan fashion, "I understand. What's the note?"

" I need to meet with your mom. Someplace that she'll never naturally go, and I need her to do something undercover so that we can talk without the social pages knowing about it."

Christine giggled and said, "you know, my parents used to do undercover work for the FBI. And they, according to what Aunt Angela says - and Uncle Bugs - they were outstanding. So, I think mom can do a good job. If it's clearly explained what the expectations are."

Hannah nodded her head and smiled. Hannah then turned on a heel and disappeared into the shadows of the parking garage. Christine took the note, put it in her pocket and marched herself into the Jeffersonian, crossing the security, saying hello to everyone she was picking up in her carrier that she had been carrying since the car, a coffee. Her Dad would always buy the same type for her, even when they lived together. It was how her Dad would let the erudite Dr. Temperance Brennan know that somebody cared. So, she had started to do it too. She figured out where their coffee place was, So much so that one of the older hands at the coffee place looked up and smiled and said, "that's beautiful. Your Dad did this for 25 years. Always pick up coffee for your mom. Now you're doing it, or is it for yourself?" Christine smiled and said, "No, this is my mom's coffee. And I'm gonna get one for myself too, but this is mom's exact size, exactly the same." The barista just added, "your mom loves stability. Always the same coffee never changes." She had nodded and had continued on her way.

Knocking on Dr. Temperance Brennan's office and hearing an absent-minded, "come in." Christine came in and closed the door. Hearing the door be closed in the manner it had caused her to open her eyes more widely and look up to see Christine. Christine picked up an aspect of fear in her mother's eyes, which quickly was quelled and disappeared. Christine put the coffee on Brennan's desk, slumped into what the lab had nicknamed the Booth chair. Dr. Brenan began to ask how the responsibilities of Christine's section of the lab were going, and quickly, Christine said, "mom, I need mom right now. I don't need Dr. Brennan; I need a mom."

As though a switch had been clicked in the mind of Temperance Brennan. Her eyes turned, and a warmness came over. Christina says, "there is something I need help with. Christine pulled out of her pocket the note, slid across the table and said to her mom, "do you remember when you used to do undercover work with Dad? "

"Christine, Christine, those were beautiful memories. I did it many times. We usually got our bad guy. I was good at it."

" Well, Mom, I think you're gonna have to do it again." To which align a quizzical line of Christine,

"what do you mean?"

" Hannah Burley wants to see you, but she wants you undercover. She wants to be able to talk to you and that in a way that no one is going to know your Temperance Brennan. She picked the place, I think. -I didn't look at the note-. But I spoke with her in the parking garage. She needs to speak to you. One on one. And I think she is going to go black." Brennan looked at her and said, " What do you mean by going black?"

" I mean, she's going to go undercover. I think she's going to feed the other side. Temperance became angry says, " What does she have to say bad about me or what horrible thing is she going to say about your father?"

"Oh, okay. So, someone is poking around and trying to get her on board. She might go along to see what they have. "

" Oh, I understand. I didn't look at the paper; There was an email address. I need to get to work, Christine."

Christine had learned that it was her mom's way of saying leave at a very young age.

She memorized the email address; she always was a quick study. She stood up, went to Angela's office.

Asking Angela, "can you send an email double-masked that it doesn't show where this is coming from?"

Angela said, "Of course, I can do that. That's not a problem. What do you want to say?"

"Just say yes, I will be there when arranged." The paper already had the time.

Angela wrote the email and sent it. It bounced off seven different servers on as many continents and lastly via someplace in the ex-Soviet Union.

"What was this about Brennan?"

" I will tell you very soon, but not right now. I need to finish some work. I need to leave early."

And Angela not liking the attitude. "What's going on? Tell me, tell me, tell me."

" Angela, trust me, it's all I ask. I just wish you would trust me more than I trusted Booth when he was also under challenging circumstances. I put him in too much pain because I refused to believe. Can you trust me? "

Angela put her hands up in mock surrender. "Okay, I'm sorry. And I'm sorry for that situation that got out of control. And then Temperance smiled, " I'm reliving all of those instances now. Seeing how I could have done it better. So that when my children come to me with problems, with conflicts, with difficulties, I can glean from my own experiences how they don't make those same mistakes."

She turned and marched herself into her office, closed the door, and began earnestly working. Everyone knew when she had a particular look on her face. The door was shut not to bother her. She finished her work around noon; and told Hank, Christine, Angela and Jack that she had to go for the afternoon. Do not follow her. Do not call her. She reached for her phone and gave it to Christine. Christine held out her hand in which the phone was placed, pocketed it, said, "okay, brilliant."

Then Temperance took out her keys, took off the house key, and put it in her pocket. The rest of her keys she gave to Christine hold on to them. And then she did one of the stranger things she took her wallet, took a simple bank card and a very secondary credit card, slipped them into her back pocket, took the rest of her purse, and gave it to Christine.

Christine looked at her said, "Mom, what are you doing?"

" In case anything happens. I'm going to have minimal ID. I think I understand what our common friend wants to do." She asked Christine to call on her phone and ask for an Uber. The Uber rolled up in front of the Jeffersonian and brought her to a second-hand store not far from the restaurant where the two would meet later. She bought a tote bag. She purchased some frumpy ill-fitted office clothes off the rack. She pulled from her pocket a comb, readjusted her hair and redressed herself in a public washroom. Now she looked like a retired retail worker who had just been let go, maybe someone who was very ill done by and really down on her luck. She wore a lot more makeup than she usually did. Very bright and almost frightful display lipstick and rouge much more brilliant hues than she usually did. And how she combed her hair was that of someone older who pretended to be younger. Brennan thought about it, saying this is the anti-me; if you want to be any more different than me, that's it. So, she flipped on a pair of New Balance used running shoes that she had bought from the second-hand store. And she felt that her outfit now matched what she wanted. She placed her own clothes in an old, beaten-up Adidas gym bag that she bought for a few dollars, and she walked towards a local coffee shop to grab a small coffee. She wanted to sit at the bar in this coffee shop to see if anyone picked up on who she was.

Between her award-winning books and her crime-solving, she was very uncommon to be left alone in public. Someone was always looking for an autograph or a student looking for an inside scoop. Sitting in such a public place would allow her to test her alternative personae. So, she sat there running her spoon through her coffee, murmuring to herself, saying, "this isn't coffee. This is terrible. this is swill, This is disgusting, but it does what I need to do." Random people came by the bar, friendly people, regulars at this particular donut shop, they would come up and say hi to her, and she would bark back a hi, and no one had recognized her. So far, so good. Then, she thought of what personae she now will take on in her mind. She had to get rid of Temperance Brennan. In this working-class, blue-collar area of town, memories began to flood over her. Her Dad had told her that being articulate would stick out while they were on the run. So, what came to mind? She knew what a version she would choose. She, along with Booth, had been in an amusing situation which, unfortunately, ended up being a case of murder; she would take on the persona of Wanda, and her beloved had been Buck. Still, due to that, she needed some bubble gum. She felt that the bubble gum was vital. And also, it would keep her nervous tic from manifesting itself. And also, it was totally non-Dr. Brennan. So, she passed by after she finished her coffee, a convenience store and bought a couple packs of Hubba Babba. As she walked into the convenience store, she purchased two disposable phones; Booth would have told her to; these phones would have enough minutes for her purpose.

Outside, She sat on the corner on a bench, broke open the two phones and then set them up; she then texted one to the other, Texting the burner number to each other. She wrote down the number inside her purse, then walked over to her rendezvous spot. This DIVE is a very greasy spoon, a dark bar-like place, maybe a place Wanda would hang out in but definitely not Temperance Brennan. She walked in, quickly surveyed the site. And it dawned on her, and that very moment everything made sense; that is why Hannah had selected the location. This also would not be a place that Hannah would hang out. So, it was perfect for them, and it was loud. Drinking and carousing, pool balls smacking in the corner pool table. A group of older people throwing darts sloppily drinking their beers. Wonda went to the bar in her over-the-top Jersey accent and asked for a beer, took the bottle and sat in a corner, sipping it slowly as five or was it six nondescript women entered. Still, Brennan saw how one woman walked and knew exactly who she was. It was Hannah Burley. But she had gone further than Temperance. Her hair had dark streaks, and she was wearing a horribly worn sweatsuit. Hannah Burley in a sweatsuit. Okay, this is serious, Brennan thought; Hannah looked disdainfully at the bar, trying to spot Tempe.

Temperance decided it was best to just go with Wanda right off the bonce. So, she hollered out slightly above the din of the excited men in the corner with their darts and the pool gang in the other corner. Temperance cried out, "Lisa, so good for you to come on over and drink with me tonight." Hannah, with her cheap sunglasses on, flashed eyes of recognition. Went to the bar, ordered herself a glass of wine, quickly corrected herself, and asked for a budget beer; grabbing the beer, she sat down in a corner in front of Wanda Temperance Brennan. Under her breath, she said, "thank you for seeing me here. But please understand. I wanted to see you face to face before things became stranger." and Wonda nodded her head. Now, Wanda was set aside for a moment, and what was in front of Hannah Burley was Temperance Brennan. "Please tell me, Hannah, what's going on."

For the next 25 minutes, Hannah outlined everything she had picked up via the newspapers, the content she's had gleaned for different sources. Still, particularly the young reporter who is desperate to see her and then Hannah, once she had finished recounting everything she knew, she said, " Why am I meeting you here?"

" Because I'm thinking that they are looking for a source to try to ruin Booth. " Temperance nodded her head in consent. "What if I were to leave them on a bit of info, a false positive? This way, we will find out who is running this operation."

Temperance looked at her with eyes that sparkled something, and Hannah wasn't sure what it was.

"And then I continued your investigation. So far, you haven't found who or what is doing this or behind it. And everyone that this reporter has bumped into is incredibly protective of Booth. No one has let anything out. That could be taken as negative. So, the other side is taking all of you as the enemy." Temperance nodded her head again. She understood. "If I go undercover, like a scorned lover of Booth, more sentimental. I might find out who is behind this all. Temperance had Understood, but then Hannah saw a flash of anger in Tempe's eyes. "So, you're going to lie about Booth!"

" let's say not lie, per se but let's say a false pretense."

" So, you're going to let them believe your story is true."

" I have a name, Temperance. I'm Hannah Burley. I have Pulitzers, and I'm well known. I might be brought into their confidence. All I do know is that what they're trying to do is destroy all of you. And if you don't know where the shots are coming from. You might be the next one to die in your driveway. That would kill me."

" So, what are you thinking of doing, Hannah?" Brennan insinuated. "I plan on having coffee with you. In a very auspicious place, let's say a restaurant in, let's say, the Sheraton. That's where I'm staying. We'll get into a big argument in which there will be witnesses, and then you will storm out. I will storm Away, and whoever is really following me will begin to make contact because I'm being followed. I got rid of my guy this evening, but I have a couple of people following me that I know about. After I changed the subway bus combination about 12 times coming here," Temperance led out some air, " you're being followed."

All of us are. Yes, I'm being followed. I wouldn't believe it if you're not being followed. Christina is being tracked. I saw her. Her guy behind her. Christine doesn't care. Actually, Christine has got more guts than both of us combined. She bought a coffee for him. So not only did she show the guy up, but the guy was stuck in a public place holding a coffee from an attractive, brilliant forensic anthropologist. He was made he won't be there anymore. My guy was very persistent."

"Where did you change, Hannah?"

"Oh. Down the street. There's Salvation Army. And, but more to my point. There's a CVS where I got some temporary chalk to darken my hair, darken my features. I see you've done the same. And in this place, no one knows who we are. So, I think we're good. So tomorrow at noon, we're going to have a rip-roaring argument. Temperance, I need you to come along with me. I need you to become very angry. This will work only because they think I am filled with vengeance and want a pound of flesh. Temperance nodded and continued, "you know when the art of war talks about this very situation. We have to be intelligent to act intelligently. So, I will let Christine know what is going on to consider this an undercover mission so that she doesn't become too... How would I put it? heartbroken." Temperance then nodded her head," Christine has got a heart like Booth, and if she were to have felt that you were making friends to later break her heart; She would come for revenge. I will speak to her. She will most likely expect me to give her a complete overview of this conversation. But I understand now that I will not let the others in on this at the lab. Nope. So, when your reported revelations about Booth come out, they can be actually angry. But I did let Angela know that she needed to trust me. I just hope that I have enough anger. Because I understand exactly why you're doing it."

They finished their beers. They went and paid their bartender. Brennan turned and slipped into the pocket of the purse that Hannah was carrying a phone and said to her, " it's a burner. Booth taught me about the rule of burners, and no, I don't have a phone with me right now. I will pay a few dollars on my cheap cash card to message Christine to call for an Uber. But since the internet cafe shouldn't be very difficult. I'm going to get out of this area to be untraceable. And the credit card and the bank card that I used to pay for the beer. That credit card belongs to Parker's son, who is five years old, which I pay for anyway. It's untraceable as much as untraceable can be.

Hannah smiled and said to her. "You in Booth, we're good for each other. I would never have been able to do what you did with him. Christine is brilliant. She's very put together, and I'm so happy that she found her way back to your family. Its broke Booth's heart seeing Christine struggle like she did. Temperance nodded your head and said in very hushed tones. "It's broke Booth's heart in more than one way. But it shattered mine. I was looking at a cursed version of Booth, and I understood why Booth's heart broke. I know why. It broke the very thing that Booth most valued in his personal relationships: loyalty. And what Christine had become was this form of Booth who didn't have a family, not a family that she was proud of. Booth's family was so sad; his mother abandoned him, his father beat him and his brother and caused his mother to run, his brother, unwilling to see the sacrifices Booth had made for him and constantly blamed him. This broke Booth, but when his own daughter believed the same things as his brother. It was devastating. And Booth was scared that he would lose Christine, so he stopped everyone around him from telling Christina off, which caused more problems." Hannah nodded and said, "So will you please make sure that Christine doesn't try to kill me. It might get a little testy; It might get ugly, But I will keep faith in you all. But tomorrow, it will be ugly; it will be catty. It's going to be very horrible. I apologize in advance."

In a motherly way that amazed Hannah, Bones intoned, "Christine needs to understand; I will help her understand. But watch out for Angela, she is more dangerous than Christine is ... if you're attacking Booth." and Hannah turned on her heels. She said, "no, I'm first attacking you." The only way that I'm a scorned lover is that you stole Booth for me." Temperance's eyes opened a Tad more, "Oh, I understand. okay, I will have to keep Angela back then. Thank you, Hannah. I will see you at noon for our coffee. "

They embraced, and they left but before they reached the door. One thing came back to Temperance, she forgot to pay a tip, so in a natural Wonda way, she landed a big kiss on the bartender's face and said Love ya and walked out. The bartender was confused at the nondescript woman. Giving this kiss, it was so over the top. The others in the bar were trying to hide, talking in hushed tones. The bartender began to murmur, " that was a big tip, and the whole meeting was weird, so he shook his head. I don't know. I think I've been in this business too long."

Temperance walked down the street to a place where children lose their minds playing online games for hours. Walked in there. And in her perfect Wanda attitude smacking her chewing gum. She told a young college student behind the desk, " I need a computer that does the internet." The guy looked up and said, "for how long?"

" I don't know. 10 minutes." He took her money.

"Btw, I forgot my ID and credit card. "

" No problem if you pay cash."

She sat behind a screen. She pulled up an email service she had paid for years before and tapped out its quick email to Christine's phone. "Send Uber to the intersection indicated below. Love you!" and sent it. Then she sat scrolling, waiting to see if she got an answer. In the reply, an email arrived, "Dear Love you. Uber will arrive at that corner in 10 minutes."

Wonda closes the window. She logged out of her server and strolled towards a corner where Uber was just about to pull up. She got in the back, slung her Adidas bag and sat quietly. arriving at the place ordered by Christine, she was a little startled and asked, "why are we stopping here?" "Madam, this is the end of your trip." She sat there smacking her bubble-gum blowing bubbles. And she left the car at the corner, and she stopped smiling at the driver. She perceived how smart Christine had become. She was two and a half blocks away from Christine's. But what was fascinating about it was that if she had been followed, Wonda would fit in this area filled with cut-rate alcohols stores, convenience stores, cheap Chinese fast food. The smell in the air was grease and deep fat fryers that should have been changed some weeks before. She walked around, walked into a store, walked out of a store. She ordered some stir fry and walked around with it, seeing if she had been followed. When she was convinced, she wasn't, she threw it in the garbage and went through the park looking into her bag, which had a can of mace. She put her hand on the mace but knew that her knowledge of self-defence was good enough that if somebody tried anything, she could fight back. She walked in circles for another 20 minutes and did a few more turns. She walked up to Christine's apartment using the fire escape; She reached Christine's bedroom from the fire escape and tapped on her window. Almost giving Christine an absolute heart attack. Poor Christine looked over and saw a woman who looked nothing like her mother.

To make matters worse, in the last 15 minutes, while she was walking to the park, it began to rain, and her cheap makeup started to drip and stain her face. What came to her mind was that her mother looked like a strange clown of sorts, which further made it funny because her father had a very unnatural fear of clowns. Christine got up, opened the fire escape door and ushered her in. Grabbed a towel and a soap bar and gave them to her mum, saying, "you need to clean up." Temperance smiled and said, "usually, that's my line to my children, not the other way around."

" Because Mom, you really look horrible." They both laughed out loud. She went into the washroom, took a shower came back out looking much more like mom. She had changed back to her own clothes in her tote bag, and She had thrown the other things in the garbage. Her hair was back to its standard shape. Her face was back to its usual self, much more natural. She sat down and asked Christina if she could please order some food because she was famished. And she laughed about the Chinese takeout around the corner that was prison food, or worse, it would cause multiple system failures. Christine and Temperance laughed and giggled, and as they did that, Temperance picked up a piece of paper and wrote on it how the meeting went with Hannah. Christine added a note, "We need to talk someplace else." Christine smiled and just nodded, and then she put below Temperance writing it. -Hannah is going to go black-. Temperance added - She's going to play an enemy-. Christine nodded. Understanding what she was saying. Temperance continued, -We're going to get into a fight tomorrow, very public. - Christine nodded again in understanding. In Christine's apartment, she had a fireplace. Christine then took a little bit of scotch, poured it on the papers that the pair had been using to communicate. Lit it on fire to acknowledge understanding her mother picked up a piece of paper and wrote again, "Angela needs to know not to get too crazy. She will defend our honour. Angie will defend your father mostly out of guilt that she had questioned his integrity basically accused him of having an affair so many years ago, Christine. We need to make sure that Angela is okay overwise; she will hurt Hannah. A little more alcohol and flames in the fireplace. At that moment, the takeout arrived. It was Thai; it was fresh. It was good. They ate, giggling over different things that happened at the lab in the last few days, and Christine then motioned to her mom and said, "Mom, You're staying here tonight, right? Your car is at the Jeffersonian, and Hank doesn't expect you home tonight; well, Hank is actually working late tonight. And I got your stuff here. So, stay here, drive in together, and everything is good."

Just when they were settling down for the night, there was a text message on Temperance's phone recovered by Bones. After she went through the items left with her daughter on it with a message from an old friend, a dear friend she hadn't seen because her friend had been travelling. She had volunteered in different places, both in the United States and Africa. Camille wrote Dr. Brennan, "how are you? I'm in town. I would like to meet you tomorrow morning. Maybe at the lab, maybe at the coffee cart. Maybe at the Lincoln Memorial. Just tell me yes or no. "

Temperance looked at it. Thinking, " Cam was reaching out to her now. Could it be the same reason?"

Temperance turned to her daughter and showed the message to her daughter. Her daughter looked at it and nodded; Temperance tapped an answer saying, " Lincoln Memorial is perfect. I'll bring the cappuccinos." They both got ready for bed, turned off the lights, and bolted the doors. But before Christine went to bed, she took her gun from her safe and placed it beside her nightstand. Temperance saw what she did. In a sense, it scared her. But also, it gave her solace. Although she was one of the youngest and most accomplished anthropologists in America, she had embraced the Booth in her. She was still sharpshooting and very protective only Daughter of her family of one Seeley Booth.

The following day at around 8:15am, Temperance Brennan was standing in Booth's traditional spot on a Lincoln Memorial. Cam walked up towards her, gave her a quick hug that became more natural over the years; Temperance had finally allowed herself to accept such a sign of esteem and took her coffee, and they sat down on a park bench.

"Temperance, what's going on?"

" Cam? I didn't hear you're in town."

Cam said, "let me tell you what I'm hearing and what I've been told. Confirm or deny or whatever. But I'm worried Temperance."

Cam then turned really serious, " I'm worried about this because this feels like the last time, we got involved with the ghost killer that almost killed Booth; you remember they put him in jail and wrecked him mentally and physically for a long time. I'm scared they might do the same thing to yourself or even worst to Christine."

" Cam, Why did you say worse to Christine?"

"Dr. Brennan, you don't take adversity as badly as others do. I don't think I never thought that. You truly understood Booth's trauma, but did you understand how deeply he was hurt but all that went on? Being accused and thrown into jail, having your house blown up. It was like was his universe collapsing around him. the FBI had said that he was a criminal. That was the worst possible thing. You felt it was bad, but I'm not sure you understood how badly it affected him, Temperance."

Brennan sat there, nodded her head, and said, "Sweets allowed me to understand how hard it was for Booth. How terrible everything was for him. Years later, I understood, but at the moment, I didn't. It's true. So why?"

"Because Christine is like Booth in that way. Her flushing out of the FBI was terribly hard for her. It is tough to swallow for her to feel that they did not want her or wanted to destroy her father's image. Now there is a pesky reporter who was gathering garbage about Booth. They approached me. Don't ask me how they have the money to do this. But one of The Washington Post reporters found me at a clinic in Alabama. You know, where I have been volunteering since Arastoo's death. I take care of simple things with underprivileged people, and then I would help out the coordinator's office in the town, again underprivileged, making sure that people didn't get away with crimes. Temperance nodded her head. "I understand."

Cam continued, " How did they find me? How did they know that I had a relationship with Booth? No one really knew. Temperance again nodded and said, "yes."

And she looked around over her shoulder and whispered into Cam's ear. "They've also approached Hannah Burley."

Cam shuttered, " Oh no, this is not good."

" Don't worry. I'm already looking into it. But let's just put it this way. You hear things that sound bizarre; consider that I've told you first."

" What do you mean Temperance?"

"What I mean is this. We're going to try to smoke ones behind this out. Find out what they are doing. And if we can figure out what they're doing, we can bring them to justice."

Cam took a sip of her coffee, turned and threw it in the garbage. Temperance says "precisely " Cam turned on Bones, "Who will they attack? Whose house are they going to blow up this time? Who's going to be lying there with bullets in them? Christine isn't Booth, Dr. Brenan! She can't do what he did. Hank? Isn't Booth. Parker isn't? They're strong. They reflect him in different ways, but they're not the same. Temperance nods her head. Temperance continues, "Yes, but their advantage is that they have each other and as long as they're united; Then they are dynamic. Also, I am not the same woman I was at that time. I am not going to be a stumbling block. I will do everything I can to not only support my children but also to support Booth." Temperance then sat back and said Cam, you've been my boss; you have been my good friend. At one point, my adversary, but I ask right now for your trust and just try to keep things under the bar, as for their prying questions. Truth is the best thing. What's the worst thing they can say? Booth did nothing illegal... Hopefully.

And then Temperance looked at her with a little bit of pain in her eyes," Cam, Are there any hard feelings about Booth, about me?"

Cam then took her hand and said, " Dr. Brennan No. Never. Booth and I were never meant to be together. And after what Booth did for Arastoo and me during the most challenging moment in his life, when he was weak, broken from prison and everything, How am I going to have hard feelings?"

Temperance then did something very uncharacteristic. She initiated a hug and hugged Camille and whispered into my ear. "Don't believe everything you hear. People are trying to flush out the truth. Just trust!"

Cam giggled and said, "you're telling me to have faith."

Brendan nodded and said, "one of the many gifts that Booth gave me, I think the biggest one was to have faith."

High Noon, while sitting in the courtyard of the Sheraton Washington, Hannah Burley in her most glorious outfit was sitting there sipping away at a Pinot Noir waiting for Temperance to arrive. 10 seconds to noon. Temperance dressed appropriately for her. Temperance greeted Hannah with a kiss on the cheek and then sat down. They pretended to not know each other well. They pretended that it had been 20 years since they had last spoken, Although they had said by telephone many times. And in the last weeks, they had been in contact even more often. They chit-chatted about work, about her retirement, her Pulitzers. At one point, Temperance winked at her. Hannah caught the wink, not knowing where it was leading but knowing something would happen; she returned to her Pulitzers and brag. And then Temperance began to one-up her on her own successes. One after another.

Hannah smiled slightly, understanding where this was going, as they were finishing their meal. After completing their dessert, Brennan turned and thundered once they finished their dessert. "At least I have a family. I didn't sacrifice everything in front of the altar of my career. I have my children, my career and my husband."

And Hannah took that as the indicator that the bad stuff should begin. Hannah stood up and hissed at her, " that should have been my husband; you stole from me." Temperance in those last few years had learned much from her children on how to be cruel and catty. So, she said back in a loud, bitter voice, "You had your chance, Hannah. You didn't take it; I got what I wanted. You wanted to travel the world, and you left him. Well, I gave him what he wanted. This banter went back and forth until such a point that Hannah picked up the wine glass in front of her and cast it in the face of Temperance Brennan. Dr. Brenan, at this point, became irate. Quickly, the logical element overcame the passionate element in which she understood that she was playing a part and that it wasn't done for evil intentions. Temperance then cursed her and stomped out of the restaurant, pulling some money from her wallet and giving it to the serving staff insulting Hannah, "This woman is too cheap to be in a place such as this stomped out.

Everyone in the courtyard stopped and saw the argument. The who's who of data collection, all the gossip rags had a person to catch something like this . . .

Temperance wrapped around the corner of the Hotel and pulled a dry paper towel and wet wipes out of her pocket, which she had expected that she would use today. Today, we quickly washed off the wind from her face and cleaned up, blotting off the wine off her outfit, hopped in her car and drove to Jeffersonian. Went into her room and sat there quickly typing into Twitter, #TemperanceBrennan and waited to see what would happen. Twitter did not disappoint. Within moments it populated with videos, comments, and recordings of the event. Whoever was trying to recruit Hannah, she was now fresh meat floating in the gossipy ocean of Washington DC.