She went to her car, and as she started her car and rolled it down the driveway, she perceived that another set of headlights lit up on the road. So, she continued a little bit further. Quickly moved into a lit parking lot. She got out of her car and took the gun from her safety box below her passenger seat. She removed her 9mm and chambered a round, putting the gun's holster on the belt of her pants. Popped out of her car stood in front of her headlights. The car rolled up in front of her and turned off its motor, then came out of the car this long nondescript man. As soon as the lights of her car's high beams illuminated him, she realized who it was. It was that CIA guy- Danny Beck - the same one who came to her apartment a few months before. He nodded at her, "Christine." She nodded back and said, "what are you doing here? It isn't a little bit dangerous to be seen in public." He laughed, "not in this neighbourhood. We're really in the middle of the suburban nightmare, I would say. I can tell you one thing. Your dad never would have selected that house. He liked city living a little bit more than this almost rural stuff. But anyway. How was Parker doing? How are the girls? Christine's arms are deeply crossed over her chest, and her eyes are furrowed. "What do you want?"

"Oh, just some information. When did you decide to do this covert plan with Hannah Burley?"

At this point, Christine started on him, "what are you talking about?"

"You set up a honeypot with Hannah Burley. I'm not sure who's idea it was it was a good idea, actually. But I have a bad feeling about it. What's that? The only problem you didn't think about was what happens when the bad guys figure out that they have been played. They will kill the woman. Christine looked at him and said, "Hannah is an intelligent woman. She lived in the Middle East -She didn't get killed. It was her idea. I didn't make her do anything. Do you have evidence on who is behind this? No, well, she wanted to do something about it. She would make a video if anything happened.

He noticed that's well done. That's well thought out. How do your drops work? What do you mean, how many drops were public? I've been watching you. I've had a couple of guys watching the FBI interact, and there is no proof of interaction. So, I just want to make sure that your drops are good. I would hate to see that your stuff gets picked up. Christine then says, "actually, it was a way that she mentioned that she worked with her sources."

Okay, so how does it work? Why do you want to take her sources?

"No, I'm not going to get involved. I'm CIA; I'm not FBI. I can't be involved in everything. But there are lots of us who want to figure out who killed Booth, and you're the only source that's even digging because the FBI closed the case. No one is allowed to touch it -Toxic. I just want to make sure that your one source doesn't end up being a dead source."

" All right, so we have a coffee cart that dad loved, Hannah loved. But also, mom and Angela love; it is a thing on the mall. We all kind of love the same place. So, it's not weird that Hannah would go there. I would go there; anyone would go there. The CIA agent nods his head. She knew the owners from years back and the guys who work there she's made friends with. She's a known reporter seems to be that this is a thing that they do. So, he pays them upfront a couple of dollars. I'm not sure how much you spent. And if a person comes up and orders a particular order, this cup is either filled with information or dispensed. Since Hannah and my dad loved hockey, we decided to use a jersey number. So, two of the best players in the last 40 years are number 99 and number 66.

The old, graying CIA man had forgotten how much Booth loved his hockey, so Gretzky and Lemieux, "I'm getting you please continue."

" So, if I have something that I want to drop off, I order a 66 to get a cup. I usually drop something in it, and it's left. A 99 would be a pickup. You pay your $3 and buy the cup, Hannah told me about this, and it's been working great. And if the FBI is watching, they don't usually pick up on it because there is nothing weird about getting a cup of coffee."

The old CIA man looked at her and said, "It's very amusing because, in Canada, there is a drink called a 99, which is nine creams nine sugars in your coffee. It's reportedly disgusting, but it exists."

"Hannah will be travelling out of Washington for a bit; she will cool her heels. I'm going to meet her. We're going to record a video that, once we're done this little spin, will release a video, a type of testimonial of what my dad, my mom and everything means. So, planning on this weekend."

He looked relieved and happy. "Saying okay, we need to move on this case; we need to find out who was behind it. The little bits that we picked up are that someone got to the killer told the killer where the pertinent information needed to knock off Booth. And the guy said the man that he also wanted Booth gone, but he couldn't do so. He was more than overjoyed. But what I am really picking up on is this the vibes that I'm getting from people above me are that they are rebuilding that infamous cabal at the FBI. And this could be just part of it; we will continue digging."

They shook hands as they hopped in their respective cars; Christine drove home. She picked up her phone; he called Hank on the second ring; a chipper voice came through. "Hank Booth."

"Hank, it is me, Christine. I'm leaving Parker's now.

"Yes"

"Have you slept more than three hours in the last week?"

There was silence, " Hank, answer me."

" Chrissy, I'm working on something. It's important. I can't allow sleep to get in the way of it."

" Hank, Have you been out of the lab in the last week?"

Again, the plaintive voice of Hank," Chrissy, you understand... I've been busy is this new project..."

"... Hank, I'm going to be by the lab in about 25-30 minutes. I don't want to have to get out of the car. So, wait for me in front of the security desk. Let's pick up something for you to eat and get you home."

" But Christine, I have a car as well."

"Leave the car; you are coming to my place and getting some sleep. I will speak to your scheduler. "

"Mom does that."

Yes, as I said, I will speak to her inform them that you need to get some sleep."

" Crissy, I'm big now. I don't need this."

Christine put her loudest Big Sister voice on that she knew and shouted over her Bluetooth phone. "If you were old enough, you would have left at a reasonable hour, but you're not acting like you're old enough. You're acting like a teenager. Now, Hank, listen to me. You need food; you need sleep. And if the only way you're going to get those two is me intervening. Then to hell with it all, I will intervene. I will make you eat, and I will make you sleep. Are we clear?"

Hank was silent for a moment. "Let me put things away here first. Alright, but I'll be there in 15 or 20 minutes. Okay."

They hung up, and she hit her speed dial and on the second ring, " Temperance Brennan."

" Mom, it's me."

Breathing out, " How did Parker go?"

" I think it went well. Why don't you call Parker and ask him how it went?" "So, it didn't go as well as you would have wished."

"No, don't worry. Well, " Christine retorted, "I'm not calling about that. I'm calling about Hank."

"I called him an hour ago he didn't answer. I'm picking him up now. And I am going to bring him to the diner to eat. And then I'm going to get him to my apartment to sleep. Mom, I have an idea. You're not going to like it. But tell me what you think. Because and right. Then, maybe this could be the reason why Hank wasn't sleeping like an average human when you worked with that, and you weren't getting a break in the case. What would you do? There was silence on the phone.

" Christine, What do you mean?"

"What would you do? When does the case depend on science and only on science? What would you do?"

There was a strain in the voice of Bones; it made Christine a little nervous. "I would work harder. I would push everyone harder. And I would work overnight if necessary. Uh-huh. "

"I think Hank doing the same thing. It's just, uh, he has no interns. He has no one to work with. So, he just pushes himself harder and harder and harder and harder and harder. Trying to solve the problem, trying to give someone the 'sciency' answers that will find who killed dad or who caused this whole thing."

"so, what are you saying?"

"You've got to put someone over his head for a bit to regulate him. If you don't, he's going to break many pieces."

Temperance went from being very timid to becoming a little angry, "Christine, that's why I asked you to help. He listens to you; He doesn't listen to me; He's so desperate to get your approval. And you don't give it to him. Christine, listen to me. Although you have many aspects of your personality, which are very similar to mine, you are even more like your father, I would say more than Parker. Thank you so much for looking in on Hank. You got to put him in check. You got to help him. He won't help himself." And then, all of a sudden, there was a cry on the phone. And it was Christine. "But mom, I'm supposed to help everyone. But I can't help everyone. I can't even help myself. Is that what you expect me to be. I don't know, dad, but Dad's gone. I can't fill that void. It's not possible." Temperance giggled to herself, "You know, your father would say the same thing. And then he would go out there and take on more responsibility and even more responsibility. I learned that the easiest way of working with him was to watch him take on responsibilities and slide into the side and begin to offset his responsibility. You need to do that with Hank. he can't feel alone; he needs friends. Intelligent, good friends, He needs somebody willing to help him. Christine breathes out to say, "Mom, I don't exactly have many friends myself. I destroyed most of my friends who were any good in grad school. And then the friends I was able to make an FBI well, that kind of went away too." Temperance then giggled again and said, "Well, I think you have more friends than you think. From what I hear from Angela. Many people around are trying to contact you, and you're just not returning their messages."

"But Mom, I'm so busy at this point," there was this voice of Temperance, "I said the same thing when I was your age. Maybe by helping Hank, you can build a good social group too. Anyway, I need to finish my reading and get ready for bed. So good night, Christine." Christine hung up.

Christine rolled in front of the lab. Being deprived of sleep, Hank's dark rings around his eyes stood waiting for his big sister. But What put more fear into Christine was his uncomely appearance; he was skinny. He was already a tad short. He looked like a shadow of himself. He hopped in the car, and she asked her brother, "is it the diner or somewhere else?" then turned, "can we do Thai or something else? The greasy foods aren't really going to do well with my stomach." Christine knew the signals, and she was worried, and she found her favourite Thai restaurant that was still open. She rolled in there, got a booth and started ordering things. Hank had stated that he wasn't hungry. Took mouthful after a mouthful of savoury curries and noodle dishes. She kept calling orders as though she was ordering for two.

The reality was Hank ate everything. Once Hank stopped his eating frenzy, he turned up and looked at Christine and realized that she hadn't eaten anything. He looked at her quizzically and said, "but I've eaten everything." Christine giggled and laughed and said, "Yes, Hank, you ate everything! I already ate at Parker's, so I am actually satisfied. But you haven't eaten in a while, And I have no idea how long little brother. We're gonna have to make a new deal now. You're going to stay with me for a little while. I'm going to make sure you eat. We're going to go to the lab together, and we're going to leave the lab together. It's okay with mom. I already asked her. My apartment isn't as comfortable as mom's place, but We could start getting colour in your face some weight on. Start eating some normal food at normal times and get you back on track."

"Christine, I have so much work to do."

"Listen, Hank. You're not going to solve this case of Dad's death by yourself. We need so much exterior help. And they're just not there yet. We need to shake out the evidence, and that evidence needs to be discovered. But if we don't, you're gonna get sick, really sick, and I'm not so sure mom could take that right now? So here you go. Go wash up. Take a shower. I don't think you're being taking showers in a while. And tomorrow morning, we start our day at a normal time. That's it. The next morning, Christine and Hank come in. Hank was already looking better. Hank has some colour on his face. Dr. Temperance Brennan is also happy to see Christine and Hank. And she makes an announcement that catches everyone off guard. "Christine, there's a body that came in last night. You weren't on Call, which is fine. The FBI brought the body, and you're going to have to work on it, but I'm also missing an intern. So, Christine, I need Hank to work with you on this case. Until further notice. All of Hank's more speculative cases will be put on hold until we get more interns to help. I hope you understand. Hank looked over at his mom. "You're taking away my department, and you're putting me under Christine. This seems like an intervention." Dr. Temperance Brennan, in a very professorial mode, said. "You can think about it whatever you wish; what I know is that I'm missing an intern. Presently, the corpse on the platform is the most important case we're working on. So, Dr. Booth, go get yourself prepared and be ready for the body that is on the platform."

And then she turned on her heel and returned to her office. Angela was giggling her head off in the corner. And she rushed into the office of Brennan, closing the door, saying, "you just rearranged the career path of Hank." Brennan sat up and said, "I did no such thing." "Christine, presently, is in a much better headspace than Hank is. Hank needs his sister. So, I am facilitating, and besides that, the work he is involved with can wait five years. The technology is not there yet. He's doing amazing work in speculative science, but I need something a bit more practical right now."

Angela turned around and touched Brennan back, "For what it's worth; He will thank you later on. He has been looking like a whipped puppy the last couple of days. I don't think he has slept in a bed for weeks. And he's definitely not eating." Doctor Temperance then turned around, "I had asked Christine to help with this intervention. And because they live in different places, it wasn't working. Last night after she met with Parker and his wife. I think something shook her a bit. She called up Hank and she did her own intervention. She told him that he would stay with her and come in and out of the lab with her. So, putting her in charge in the lab setting further cements that position where he will have to listen to his older sister. Angela broke in and said he was not going to like it. And Brennan giggled and said, "actually, he will. Hank has wanted the attention of Christine for weeks; Christine has been giving it to him more and more. And the more he gets, the more he needs. So, I don't think we're going to have unusual sibling problems. She'll delegate, and he'll get fed and be happy enough to know that someone cares about him. Hank is like me Angela, the biggest thing that got to me when I was growing up was that no one cared where I was or what I was doing. He has the same personality traits. He needs someone to tell him to do something. Otherwise, he gets lost. He's too intelligent for his own good. He's too curious.

Hank looked over at his sister and said, "Chrissy..." as they worked on the bodies. Christine looked at him and said," Listen, We're siblings, We're equals... fine. But right now. I'm your boss. So, but it sounds weird. for you to call me Chrissy." Hank retorted, "what do you want Dr. Booth Calling Dr. Booth. I mean, how many Booths can you have in the same room?

"It's a little bizarre to be called a nickname here; listen, you can call me that ridiculous anywhere but here. But if anyone else uses it - correct them. That nickname is yours; that's your possession. No one else. I don't like it, But it's yours. And Hank, with a mischievous glint in his eyes and naughty smile, said, "mum was the same way, right? Mum hated the nickname, Bones. But later in life. If dad called her by anything else, she got upset. I remember once, I forgot where it was, maybe a conference. They were called up to speak about something on forensics and everything else. And Dad made this big thing about calling her Dr. Brennan, Dr. Brennan, and then once referred to her Temperance. I remember mum was sitting with me. I must have been 12 or 13 years old. And I could see her getting angrier and angrier, and when she was called up, it was her moment to speak. She referred to him as Seeley.

Seeley Booth, using his name, the feeling that dad wasn't happy either. Afterwards, Dad went after her and said, "Why were you calling me Seeley? You know, I don't like my first name." And Mum just popped, "my name with you is Bones, in front of all those people you call me Temperance, with no attachment or no connection." Dad replied. "but I thought that was a way of making sure they understood that respect you. I didn't want to hear people saying that I don't respect you because I called you by a nickname." She was so angry, and she said, "that's my name with you. No one else can touch it. You call me Temperance; it sounds cold, almost dead. Is that what you want?"

Dad was freaked out, and sort of backed off. I kind of broke into the middle of the fight, "I think you're being a little bit over the top." And I tried to explain to her what I understood about what dad was trying to say, "I've had people at school say that they thought the two of you were fighting because Dad was calling you Bones, people thought he was putting you down; being rude." Mum didn't understand; she was worried that her son would think such a crazy thing. "That's his way of calling me no one else. I think Mom figured it out; she came to dad and apologized. Just said, "okay, so in an academic setting, I accept Dr. Brennan, in a more flexible environment, I can be Temperance, but don't you ever not call me Bones? So, Chrissy, I get it."

Christine smiled says thank you for the history lesson. She walked off. One of the interns walked over to her and addressed her as Christine. Christine quickly waved Hank back.

"You are whom?"

"I'm Janice Green"

"Miss Green, We keep a professional ambience here. You're Miss Green. I'm Dr. Booth. I'm not Christine. I'm not Chrissy. Dr. Booth. Is that understood?"

"Yes. Dr. Booth."

And then Miss Green turned and spoke in Hank's direction, "Hey, can you get me this?"

Christine and turn on her, "He's also Dr. Booth. He's already received a doctorate or two. So, he needs that respect, so we need that respectful ambience here. Is that clear, Miss Green, or is it impossible so we might have to make some changes?" She got scared the inter, and she backed away. Christine turned to Hank, "Don't let anyone disrespect you."

Off in the corner of the platform was Dr. Hodgins in his wheelchair. Looking at the whole display going up on top. He smiled in recognition that Christine had finally got her head on right. It was finally doing what she needed to do to be the firstborn child of Brennan and Booth.