(In the Future)

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Flipping through the photo album, Christine found a folded sheet of paper and opened it. The paper used to have bright red colored lettering on a white background, but now the letters were faded with time and the paper was slightly crinkled. The fold had weakened the piece of paper and she knew too much man handling would cause it to tear in the middle.

Bingham's Circus

Firecracker Suzy and Cannonball Joe

Boris and Natasha and their Russian knives of death

The Flying Zordans

Puzzled why the circus flyer was in the photo album, Christine closed the album and went in search of her mother. Finding Brennan outside sitting on the patio grading some student papers, the teenager plopped down next to her mother and held out the paper. "I was looking through one of the photo albums and found this. Did you and Dad go to the circus? I thought Dad didn't like the circus."

The paper old and worn, Brennan took it from her daughter and read the flyer. It had been a long time since she'd seen it and it brought back fond memories of much younger days. "Your father and I went undercover in this particular circus to see if we could determine who had killed con-joined twins and left their bodies on a rather desolate piece of land. Both Texas and Oklahoma claimed that particular section of land and we thought we might have jurisdictional problems, but they relinquished the case to the FBI after we talked to the Sheriffs of the adjoining counties.

"Oh wow, that is so cool." Christine had always thought her parents' jobs were cool. Looking for murderers and bringing villains to justice. It was so heroic and she was proud that her parents were well respected in their fields and so well known. "So how did you go undercover? What did you do while you were undercover?"

Fondly thinking back to that interesting time in her life Brennan smiled and handed the flyer back to her daughter. "Do you see the line 'Boris and Natasha and their Russian knives of death'?"

"No . . . really?" Christine wanted to scream she was so excited. "Dad was Boris and you were Natasha? What were the knives of death?"

Brennan placed her hand on the side of her daughter's face and stared into her bright blue eyes. "I stood in front of a target and your father threw knives at me hitting balloons and a fake nose . . . oh and I held a fake apple above my head . . . he was good and he hit his target every time. It was quite exhilarating. Your father was very handsome with his fake mustache and his knives were quite sharp."

Stunned, Christine stared at her mother in disbelief. "You let Dad throw knives at you? Oh my God. I would never let anyone throw knives anywhere near me. I'd break their hand if they even tried."

"Rightfully so, but remember we were undercover and I had complete trust in Booth's knife throwing ability." Brennan felt her heart rate increase just thinking about it. "He learned how to throw knives in the Army. You know he was one of their best snipers and that carried over in the other weapons that he used. Booth was an exceptional warrior."

Seeing her father in a new light, Christine smiled and stared at the flyer. "Gosh this is so cool. I didn't know you guys went undercover though. Did you do it again or only this one time?"

"Oh we went undercover several times." Brennan loved going undercover since it allowed her to pretend to be someone she wasn't and she was quite good at it. "Your father always said I was very good at role playing and so was he really." Brennan returned her attention back to the papers resting on her lap. "Make sure to place the flyer back in the photo album. Your father would be upset if you lost it. He is very sentimental and has collected various souvenirs over the years from concerts he's gone to, undercover jobs, dates we've been on. I think there is a box of his souvenirs in his closet in the bedroom. Don't go looking for it though. You know he hates it when anyone touches his things without permission. He's very territorial."

"I won't, but I may ask him if I can look in the box sometime." Christine was curious what her father had collected over the years and it just seemed so exciting that her parents had gone undercover during their careers. It was so 'James Bond'. "Mom? . . . Why don't you go undercover anymore?"

Her thoughts on the last time she had gone undercover, Brennan lost her smile and suddenly she felt sad. "The last case your father and I went on undercover was right after your grandfather Max died. It was a sad time for me and your father and I'm afraid I didn't enjoy it very much. I liked that we caught the murderer we were looking for, but I really hated going undercover at that time and I haven't done it since. I don't think your father enjoyed it either. There comes a time when you have to give up certain things in your life and undercover work was something we didn't need to do anymore . . . It was fun until it wasn't."

Christine remembered when her grandfather had died considering she had been in the safe house when he had been attacked there and badly injured. He had died in the hospital afterward and she always regretted not seeing him before he died. The old man had saved her life along with her baby brother and she always said a special prayer for him every Sunday at church. Max was a hero and Christine would always remember that. "I was so sad when Grandpa died . . . He was so brave just like you and Dad."

"He was very brave." Brennan had come to grips a long time ago that her father had died the way he wanted to, fighting to protect his family. "Now I have papers to grade."

Christine took the hint, stood up and left her mother in solitude on the patio. Careful with the old piece of paper, she placed it back in the photo album and held the album against her chest. Her family was one she was so proud of and she hoped that someday, if she was tested like her parents had been, she would be as brave as they were.

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