She marched off to her mother's office and knocked on the door. Brennan looked up; She was working on her latest grant proposal. But she saw something in the eyes of her daughter. A look that she couldn't exactly put the finger on. It reminded her of when she didn't want to believe what she saw. But it was more of a look at her husband would give. When something had gone very wrong. She signalled for Christine to close the door and to come and sit down.

"Christine, what's wrong? Tell me now and quickly."

Brennan closed down her computer, grabbed her lab coat, and put on her surgical gloves.

" Mom, the body that came in the body that that FBI agent called in. I don't think he's Agent Smith of the FBI. He's not FBI; He's somebody else. There was no FBI at the site, There was no securing of the site. He didn't really care. It's like he knew that his ID would not mean anything."

Brennan buttoned up her lab coat.

"Continue."

" I did a first look at the body. The body has been brutalized; the body, I think, has been tortured." Continue running toward the platform in an official air about them.

"Mom, Mom!

Brennan turned on her and said, "we don't do think here."

"Mom, I'm not talking to you like Dr. Brennan and DR. BOOTH. I'm talking to you as a daughter. That's why I came here before I finished my findings." Brennan stopped. That's why the look was in her eye. It was her daughter that was lost and confused. She was an academic in the throes of moral debate. Brennan knew she needed to steady Christine -breathe in, breathe out at this moment. "What is it? The body?"

I'm almost positive. It's kind of burning in my gut." That knowledge almost knocked Temperance Brennan off her feet; she looked at her daughter, and she said, "You want me to identify the remains?"

Christine looked at her, "There's no one better. I... I don't want to be wrong."

And then Temperance asked her, "Can you help me?"

" I can absolutely help you. I just don't want to be wrong."

The two of them marched towards the platform, Brennan leading the way, ordering the interns to clear the platform. One of them, a know-it-all from an Ivy League school in the Northeast, said in a rather loud voice.

"But aren't we here to learn? This would be a great opportunity to learn." Brennan looked at him and said," you, what's your name?"

"Ernest Hartford, the third."

"Ernest, you have three seconds to get off this platform before you lose your internship here at this institute. And I write you up for insubordination."

Earnest Hartford and all of his glory quickly turned on the heel and jumped off the platform. And he and all the others ran off like rats looking to get off the sinking bark. As all the interns were leaving the platform area, Dr. Brennan called out in a loud voice, "Dr. Booth, You're not an intern."

Hank turned his head and said, "but you just sent everyone off the platform."

" I sent off the interns, you on the other hand. I need your expertise." He came back onto the platform with a little bit of a plaintive cry to his voice. "But Mum, you know I don't like these bones." Brennan looked at him and said, " Is your stomach upset? Are you feeling unwell?"

Hank nodded his head a little bit and said nothing serious. "what I need is your expertise. I need your eyes. I need your brain," and then she turned to Christine. "Christine, you did well. These remains have been brutalized. You needed someone with more experience. I'm glad you had the humility to accept that. Now let's get to work. As you work, catalogue your findings; please put strange items on the side."

The pathologists had already taken their samples and had a positive confirmation. Hannah Burley was lying on their table. She had been tortured and been brutalized in one sense; in reality, She'd been destroyed. Christine whispered to her mom. "Mom, I need to take something immediately to one of dad's friends. It was the last thing that Hannah gave me." Temperance nodded her head. "Are you taking anyone with you?"

" No. I'm going to try to fix this before it gets worse. I already feel bad enough that I am responsible..." Temperance grabbed her shoulders and said, "Christine, you're not responsible. I went through this with your father, and I will repeat what your father told me. These evil people did this; you didn't. You wished well upon her. Hannah also knew what she was getting into. We have to make her sacrifice worth something."

Christine took off her lab coat, went to Angela's office, and confronted Angela beside herself. "Christine, what the hell is this?" Christine barked, " you want to know what it is. That's the last will and testament of Hannah Burley."

Angela slumped into a chair, looked up at her and said, "What do you mean? Hannah's dead? You're lying!"

"She is laying on the platform."

"You mean they killed her?"

" Yes."

" Give me what you have. And I'm going to find someone who can help us."

Angela said as Christine left the office, "and by the way, I am not destroying my copy. I'm hiding it. But I've learned from these creeps that we always you need to have a copy."

"Fine."

As Christine was leaving, she tapped the security head of the lab on the shoulder and said, "Hey Bob, harden up our defences. We have a high-value target here at the Jeffersonian, and there might be some bad guys trying to take the evidence back."

With that, the precautions that had already been in place, courtesy of Booth's years at the lab along with Dr. Hodgins experience with the bad guys, came into play. Additional security agents were called into the institution and began to perform sweeps and lockdown approaches towards the lab.