Okay short chapter I know but you are going to want to read more I promise. I know this isn't factual somewhat to the real series, but I like having my own spin on things:)
Morning in Temps apartment.
CJ wakes to find Temperance pouring cereal and Booth sitting drinking the coffee reading the paper.
"Morning," she says stretching and getting up from the couch.
She was surprised. It was almost as though they were a family on t.v. with the mom making breakfast and the dad sitting down at the table reading the paper. She shook the thought out of her head.
"Morning," the two say in unison. The two then look at each other and shake their heads to get what seems to be the same thought CJ had out of their heads.
"CJ, my bag has some clothes for you in it." Booth points to the bag by the front door.
"Do you want some cereal, or a breakfast bar?" Bones asks.
"Cereal bar sounds good." CJ smiles and heads towards bones who hands her the box. She eats it as the other two are silent and then goes to the bedroom to get dressed.
As soon as the door is closed the two, Booth and Bones, look at one another. "So last night," Booth decided to speak.
"Never happened." Bones smiles.
"Right," Booth smiles too knowing she really didn't mean that and it was a typical thing between them.
CJ looks into the bag to see what Booth had gotten for her. A pair of jeans, a baby t-shirt and a leather jacket, typical of what Booth was wearing the night before, minus the baby-t. CJ laughed to herself. Someone had given him the things she could tell, including the boots. She quickly got dressed, but while searching for the other boot she found a nine millimeter. She shrugged to herself thinking that it couldn't hurt to have a gun. After all she did know how to shoot one from school, though they were always blanks. She tucked in the back of the pants with her jacket hiding it. Then came a knock on the door. "Come in," she said.
"You ready?" Booth came in and his face is one of shock at seeing the girl in normal civilian street clothing besides the oversized sweats. "Angela picked those out for you." He shook his head at how much of a young woman the girl had become in 10 minutes.
"I'm glad she did. God help you if you picked something out. Probably something I would never wear in public." CJ laughed.
"Hey I can dress," Booth says.
"Didn't say you couldn't, but picking out something for me who you think is still a child is a different story." CJ teased as she walked pass him.
"Give it to me," Booth grabbed her arm.
"Give you what?" CJ questioned innocently.
"The gun, hand it over." Booth says. CJ rolls her eyes as she pulls the gun from her back.
"If it wasn't for me then why did you put it in the bag?" She questioned.
"It's another piece. Why would you think I would let you have a gun?" Booth asks.
"I don't know, to possibly protect myself. I do know how to shoot one for your information?" She says.
"Oh yes the academy, I'm sure they taught you how to kill someone, but not the consequences of taking a life. You and Bones with weapons, I swear." He rolls his eyes, as he follows the girl out the door.
FBI headquarters: Booth's office.
A man in his late fifty's stands at the door while Booth sits behind his desk and CJ on the other side.
"What's up boss?" Booth recognizes that the man has approached.
"You must be Ms. Ceeley. I'm Roger Conway, Chief here." He walks to shake hands with the girl.
"Nice to meet you," CJ shakes his hand.
"Booth, can I speak to you alone?" Conway asks.
"Umm, sure. CJ?" He gives the girl a nod to tell her to leave.
"I need a coke anyways," She shrugs.
"Down the hall to your right," Conway directs her and she exits.
"Did you find anything?" Booth asks after CJ is out of sight.
"Unfortunately, we received this by fax." He hands over a paper with a picture of someone tied up and bound, bruised and beaten.
"Who is this?" Booth asks.
"The murdered FBI agent's kid." Conway breathed and his face went grim.
"What? Why?" Booth asks. "They've already killed his father, why haven't they killed him? And why did they send this here?"
"She's being watched Booth. This is directed towards her and her father. Obviously the FBI agent who gave her those mission papers was also a good friend of her father's. This is why I told you she should go into protective custody, Seeley." Conway explained.
"And this is why I am keeping her out of it. I'm around, I can protect her. Did we figure out if he gave her the real papers or not, and if he was crooked?" Booth shoots more questions.
"No, he wasn't. We believe that he gave her the right papers. That is why they killed him. His son was bait as well he was. He didn't do what they asked, they killed him." Conway said. "Booth this is big. These people know what they are doing, they know how to cover their tracks, they knew he was an agent. Did you get anymore out of the girl?"
"No, except one of the men had a tattoo. That is about it." Booth said putting his head in his hands rubbing his face, he now knew this was bigger then he thought it would be. Men knowing that they are killing an agent? That is some big time stuff, especially knowing the consequences. "I'm still trying to figure why they are keeping the son captive."
"Obviously, the son has significance to the girl, who is significant to her father who they are trying to track down. If you read closely on the photo is giving a time limit. They are setting a huge trap." Conway says.
"Why would they alert the feds? We have huge numbers that can take them down." Booth says.
"Well, that's the other side of this. Her father is in deeper then he could ever be, he is involved with some people and done some things that would be considered unlawful even for an agent, as in killing another agent." Conway says.
"Another agent?" he doesn't have time to go on Conway lays down a picture. It is of a picture of Robert Kirby.