Christine headed back to the Jeffersonian, showed her ID at three different posts as she entered and began working on the remains. Dr. Brennan had gone back to her office and was compiling her findings.

Outside the Jeffersonian on the park benches, Agent Booth was having a cup of coffee; she liked the situation in which her family now was at peace. Christine had really become part of the family. She really had adapted to being Aunt Chrissy. She took the girls out showed them all of the old hunts that she used to play as a little girl. She kept them up at night, telling them stories of their grandfather's exploits. The girls said that her stories were even better than the Instagram stories that she was posting. She showed up at their school helped them with their science experiments.

All in all, she was a great hand. And this made the heart of this mother so happy. Finally, there would be some understanding may be tough love was important. She was so content; something caught her attention, she saw a group of people, but she quickly perceived that this looked like a squad. But they didn't have markings. This was undercover. She got up, and she perceived that the radios had been knocked out in the area; Her radio wasn't working. Suddenly, there was a call ahead with a man with an MP 5 pointed at her, " Agent Booth. Put down your gun and come with us." he was holding flex cuffs. She said quickly, knowing her rights," Under who's authority, where's your warrant? Is it a crime to drink coffee? And suddenly, there was a shot that missed her by mere inches. She took her coffee and threw it in their direction and ran. She was trying to figure out who could come where you could go for protection in her mind. And she figured that she was close enough to the Jeffersonian that that might be where she could go. She sprinted, and she rolled. She jumped over the hood of different cars. The only one who had bested her in a 100-meter dash at the farm had been Christine. But Christine wasn't in the field anymore, so she must be the best. She pushed herself through the guards at the Jeffersonian, out of breath. But before she got beyond the first row of guards, she was hit in the shoulder by a bullet. She rolled over, got through the layers of security and ran into the lab. The ensuing gunfight outside the building was a massacre; many of the assailants died, but almost all of the security detail died.

Agent Booth stumbled into the lab area. She was bleeding. She didn't know how badly, but she was bleeding. Thoughts immediately went to her husband and her two daughters holding her shoulder; she looked for refuge getting close to the platform. She called out, " Christine, Christine, Christine!"

Christine had been working on the bones, stopped when she heard her sister-in-law's voice. It sounded different; it sounded hollow. She turned around and saw her sister-in-law. She ran down the platform, gathered her up in her arms and dragged her towards the platform. Quickly asking her the pertinent questions. "What happened? Who did this to you? What's going on? And the only thing that her sister-in-law could say was ' undercover hit squad very secret. Major firepower. She dragged her into a corner where she thought that she could prop herself up and be protected. Her eyes spotted A shocked Hank booth. She grabbed Hanks's hand and pushed him down towards his sister-in-law was.

Christine gathered herself when she heard the voice of a masked individual who walked into the lab, "where is that scum?" Then Christine looked at the masked individual, and with genuine anger, she yelled out at her. "How dare you defile my lab? Who are you? Cowards leave immediately."

Very quickly, Christine perceived her situation. She didn't have a gun. She was wearing only in civilian garb with a lab coat, but she would need to use her wits to gain time. So, Christine began to dialogue. "Why are you here? What do you want?"

"We're here to destroy you. To kill you, your sister-in-law, your brothers, your mother, your acquaintances, all those who have caused us pain over these years."

Christina asked, "I don't understand. How did I cause you pain over these years?" and then the masked individual shot her but only a glancing blow off her shoulder. Christine stood solid and straight and defied the masked individual. "You're a coward. You come wearing masks. Who are you? I do not have a weapon. I'm an academic."

At this act of defilement, The agent pulled off her mask. It was Agent Brown; Christine had shown for who she really was. And then she shot Christine again. Christine continued the dialogue, continued to talk, to entertain. Time was necessary. Time was everything. Agent Brown then said, "Christine, we all know what you're like; you care for your career. You're pretty mind. So why don't you get out of the way and let us get to work? Adults have things to do. You can go and play with your bones. Instead of a very incredibly determined face, one that resembled her departed father in how he confronted impossible situations. But out came the voice of the lion who said, "you will not hurt my family. You've hurt enough people. There is justice."

"Hey Christine, I heard you are a magnificent shot. But a bit shabby now, aren't we now? No weapons around; you became soft." Christine yelled louder, "You will not hurt my family. You took my father, but you may take me. You will not touch my sister, nor will you touch my brothers nor my mother; if you kill me, my ghost of vengeance will be upon you." Agent Booth, who was bleeding so severely, could not understand why Christine was waxing lyrical at this most insane moment and then she looked up at the catwalk, and she understood everything. Reinforcements had arrived, and there was a SWAT member with a long rifle taking aim. Christine continued her diatribe, "you have transformed me; I was an ugly caterpillar. You forced me into a cocoon through your cruelty, but now I am reborn as the most beautiful butterfly. I will honour my family, and you will not touch my family! And at this moment, a sound of a Large calibre round was heard being loaded. She looked up and saw the sniper in place and screamed with fury and unleashed her magazine clip of bullets into the center mass of Christine Booth. A cloud of Misty blood came from the head of Agent Brown as she collapsed dead on the marble floor at that exact moment.

A moment later. Agent Gwen Booth had dragged herself across to Christine. "Christine, Christine!" She laid out a plaintive cry, "help somebody, Christine has been shot.

The shots were muffled by the soundproofing in Temperance Brennan's office, but the sound of her daughter-in-law's cry seemed to pierce the heavens; Temperance stood up from her desk, grabbed her lab coat only to find madness in her lab. She stepped out and locked eyes with her daughter-in-law, who is draped over the immobile body of her daughter. Temperance ran towards the heap of humanity that was there. She pushed her daughter-in-law back. Straighten, Christine up, felt for the wounds, then the breathing, the heartbeat and screamed louder than anyone had ever heard.

"Medic!"

Temperance didn't hear anything in the chaos that was the lab; she cradled Christine's head. "Christine. I'm here. We're all here. We're all safe. Your sister-in-law said You saved her life and everyone here. You bought time; they took her down."

Christine was becoming paler and paler. Agent Gwen Booth was hunkered in the corner beside a puddle of her own blood; beside her was Hank. Hank was in total shock. But once he figured what had just happened, he crawled over. Seeing Christine in the situation she was in. He let out a wail, and he wept tears of sorrow over Christine.