A/N: Here is the second last chapter! Last chap should be up tomorrow! Enjoy!

"Early this morning, Louis Pickard was arrested at his Washington home regarding what's been called the largest shake-up in government history. Pickard is being charged with conspiracy to commit murder, several counts of fraud, drug trafficking, embezzling and numerous other charges. At least fourteen other agents have been charged with the possibility of more charges to come.

The FBI is in complete chaos this morning with the President expecting to make a few remarks. It is unclear who…"

Booth flicked off the tv and sighed. In the last five days since the tape had been found, he had been questioned and requestioned as well as having to spend a large quantity of time filling out numerous forms and other paperwork.

The tape was damning, on it Pickard explained his plan to Pete, not only about getting rid of Max but about a major drug deal he wanted Pete to undertake for him.

Once Pickard had been arrested, he tried to broker a deal by revealing the other names of agents who he controlled. Booth was shocked to discover that several agents who he had worked with were among those being charged. And two of the five deputy directors were being charged as well.

He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. He doubted that when Max and Ruth robbed the bank they would have ever thought that they would become embroiled in what was essentially the embezzlement of funds from the American people.

To be honest, Booth wasn't expecting all of this when he found the tape. Admit to ordering the hit on Max and Ruth and cavorting with the robbers, yes. Drug deals and fraud, definitely not.

He chuckled when he thought of what Max would say if he knew he had taken down the head of the FBI.

As the lead agent on the case he was allowed to, along with Cullen, interrogate Pickard. The man was a cocky bastard. It was clear that he didn't think he was going to get caught. Although after forty years of reigning over both the FBI and parts of the criminal world, he probably had a right to think that.

Booth grimaced as he recalled how Pickard said that planting the stolen money on Marvin Beckett was necessary. Pickard thought that Beckett was going to incite a riot with all of his supports and therefore would be considered a domestic terrorist.

Cullen had retorted that being a civil rights activist didn't make you a terrorist. Pickard had shrugged at this and went on to explain that Gus Harper just got in the way. He wouldn't say more than this, but Booth knew that Pickard was the one who killed him. Later on in life, he had people to do it for him. But this was at the beginning stage of his career.

When they brought up the drug charges, Pickard became adamant that he was doing the right thing. He insisted that the selling and manufacturing of illegal drugs was better handled by the government then by the mob.

And the embezzlement? Well Pickard thought that's what he deserved for 'protecting the country.'

When he had asked Pickard about Max, he'd fought the urge to glance in the mirror. She was there of course, insisting that she should at least be allowed to observe.

Pickard had calmly stated that Max shouldn't have come in possession of the Marvin Beckett evidence in the first place. After that, he was just trying to protect the reputation of the FBI.

Four days later, Booth was still angry about it. The image of the FBI, an organization that he had dedicated his life to, was being dragged through the mud.

Booth glanced down at his watch and realized the time. Groaning, he got up off his couch, grabbed his keys and headed for the door. He was about to do something he had no desire to do.

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Russ Brennan paced his sisters office, running his hands through his hair.

"Stop moving." Brennan said, typing away at her computer.

"Sorry." He replied, perching himself on the edge of her couch. "Tempe, we have to talk."

"About what?" she said, not tearing her eyes away from the screen.

"Tempe, look at me."

She slowly turned her head in his direction.

"I want to say I'm sorry." Russ said quietly. "For everything."

"It's okay, Russ." She replied.

"No it isn't. I…"

"It's okay." She repeated firmly.

They sat in silence for a few more minutes.

"Dad said he met her in line at the movies." She said. "That part was true."

Russ nodded slightly.

"He robbed a liquor store one night and got shot. She patched up his wound and then went with him on robberies. He said she was beautiful." She said, the last words barely above a whisper.

"You look like her." Russ said softly.

She blinked and a tear escaped down her cheek.

Russ turned to look out the window at the bustle of activity going on in the Jeffersonian.

"When I get out maybe I can visit again?" he questioned.

"I'd like that." She replied.

He saw Booth coming up the platform steps and knew it was time.

"Tempe, I have to go."

She looked beyond him and saw Booth talking with the squints. She wasn't ready for this, she didn't want to see another family member just walk out of her life again. It shouldn't happen to her again.

Russ moved towards the door, watching her intently as she began typing again.

"Marco." He said. But she gave no response, just turned her head away.

He walked out to the platform. "Hey." He said to Booth.

"I'm sorry Russ." Booth replied. "Really I am."

"It's okay." Russ said. "It really is. See you guys around?" he said to the squints.

"Sure." Angela replied, smiling faintly.

Russ held out his hands waiting for Booth to cuff him. "Aren't you going to cuff me?" he asked.

"Are you going to run away?" Booth responded.

He glanced back at Tempe's office where she was still typing away. "No."

"Okay then." Booth said. They made their way down the steps towards the entrance when a shout caused them both to stop in their tracks.

"Wait!" Brennan said, running towards them, tears running down her face. She slammed into Russ, hugging him so hard that it almost knocked him over.

"I love you Russ." She whispered into his ear.

"I love you too Tempe." Russ replied.

They pulled apart and she stood back watching her partner take her brother into custody.

"Polo." She said, as they headed out the door.

Russ smiled.