Christine was happy with how things were going; they were moving along just fine. With one exception, a lack of traction in finding who was behind the murder of one Special Agent, Seeley Booth was beginning to chew the insides of Christine Booth. She was receiving almost weekly information from Hannah Burley. She was out of town at the moment she was in Chicago. But whenever she was in town, she would leave a pen drive and in cup-marked 99 at everyone's favourite coffee spot. Christine was genuinely looking for an excellent coffee to cheer her up on this dreary day. And the young man at the coffee spot, seeing her order her coffee, asked her if she would buy a second cup of java? She said a 99, and he said yeah, we have a 99; it's a special sale for you four bucks. She bought it. She went back to the lab back to her small office and pushed the pen drive into her computer contrary to how Hannah had been working recently; everything had well-described notes indicating her interactions names of individuals. But really, nothing that jumped out at her this time but the fact that it was a pen drive full of audio files. Christine leaned into her bag, pulled out her headphones and clicked on the first of the audio file. What she heard made her pale as she listened; she became even more scared. Christine and Hannah had this ongoing relationship and had signals back and forth to indicate if danger was there. Or if there was a compromise in their situation. Hannah was a Pulitzer Prize-winning Reporter, But Christine Booth was a trained FBI though retired hand. She had gotten far too deep, and she needed to get out. She fuddled in her desk for her burner phone and sent a message to Hannah innocuously titled to her dear love. We have an emergency in Chicago. Can you come home immediately? Christine and Hannah had a code based on love since neither used love in their vocabularies. This meant to get out move quickly. It's me. She closed her phone and began listening to each of the files; each made her mark even further. She sat there wondering how I would get in contact with Beck. Beck was the only one that she could trust. There was no one in the FBI that she could trust. And these audio files totally proved it.

The next step was to make a transcript of these files. Christine went to Angela's office knocked on the door. Angela and her bubbly mood came round and said to Christine, "it's been so long since you've been around. Is there something wrong?"

Christine closes the door. "I have something that I need you to work on quietly, and as soon as you're done, tell me. If you could just tell me if you are not comfortable, I will take it away and find someone else."

Angela rebuked her, "I'm your aunt; I have lived long enough with your parents to know real danger; give it to me."

"but please make sure to leave no clues behind. I don't want you to get into trouble."

Angela snatched the drive out of the younger Booth's hand said, "I'll work on it. I'll tell you as soon as I have anything,

Christine perked up "-It's more than enough. If you need any pointers, I can help you."

She walked out of Angela's office and began thumbing through her notes to find Beck's contact number. She remembered the time she had spoken to him. He always just dropped in on her because he was doing surveillance on her. When she visited her brother, or he broke into her apartment, he met her along the way. She needed Beck now, and she didn't know where to find him on this dreary, overcast day in Washington, DC.

Brennan's phone chirp to life; it was a call from a middling agent from the FBI; Dr. Brennan asked, "who's speaking?"

"This is Agent Smith. We found a body, but it looks a little bit peculiar. we are wondering if you could send a team over here?" Brennan was a little bit a missed, "This isn't the usual way we are told to go to a site, but send me the information, the exact location, and we'll send the team." Agent Smith replied, "excellent."

They sent a team later that morning. Hank offered to set up and prepare the lab for the body or bodies that would come in as he wasn't very interested in the field side of retrieval of bodies. Christine didn't push the issue either, as he was only getting back to this side of the business. Colour, finally returning to his face and a little bit of weight around his waist.

Christine went to the site to retrieve the body with the team of the Jeffersonian. Upon arriving, only one FBI agent was present, and the area around the corpse had not been secured. Christine looked at him and said, " Agent Smith, where's the rest of the team? The site is supposed to be secured."

Smith walked up to Christine and said, "because it's not secured. And it's not on the books. I happened to hear some scuttlebutt, and I came here myself. I saw the body, and I decided to jump-start the process. I don't know who did it. But no one has reported this body, and when I tried, my report was cancelled. It's meant to be left here."

Christine was very much taken back by this, "Will you sign off that we are taking the body to the Jeffersonian."

"it doesn't make a difference; they're probably going to have me canned this afternoon. No problem, I will sign and report everything under oath that you followed all of the protocols."

"We can do a much better job anyway. "

They quickly secured the area collected the forensics they needed and removed the body. The body and everything else were bought to the Jeffersonian.

The body had been deeply damaged. Proof of beating, maybe even torture, was evident. Broken bones, Christine began her cursory evaluation, and she had a terrible feeling in her stomach. She told everyone around the platform to step back. The interns saw the increased stress on Christine's face.

Christine spoke to the group of interns but as well to herself stated, " I need to call someone who has experience in these matters."

one of the interns, in a snarky manner, said, "what? Superwoman doesn't know." another intern jabbed the first in the ribs, " I wouldn't provoke her."

Christine marched off the platform and knocked on her mother's office.