I don't own Bones.
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Special Agent Philip Foor was having a pretty good day until the call came in from Special Agent White, assigned to the field office in Baton Rouge. A body had been found in St. Martin Parish, Louisiana. When the fingerprints had come back from the Sheriff's office, the Coroner had decided that he better call the FBI and let them know about the victim. When Special Agent White, in Baton Rouge, finished talking to the coroner, he knew he had better kick this one upstairs and he called the D.C. office. Unfortunately, Special Agent Foor was the poor slob who took the call. Not believing his bad luck, he spent a few minutes trying to decide what his best move should be. He liked Booth; but, there was no way he was going to walk into Booth's office and tell him that the body of his brother, Jared, had been found in Louisiana. Nope, not going to happen. Booth had a rep as being a fair man; but, Foor hoped to rise up in the ranks of the FBI and he didn't want his face associated with Jared Booth's death. No sir. He could end up being on Booth's list or something. You just never knew about things like that. He might be assigned to Alaska or somewhere colder. God knew where that would be; but, he didn't want to find out. His wife would murder him if that happened. Special Agent Foor did the only thing he could do. He went and told Deputy Director Hacker about Jared Booth. Let Hacker deal with Booth.
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Deputy Director Andrew Hacker loved his job. He loved everything to do with law enforcement. He couldn't have found a job more suited to his temperament if he had tried. The one thing he really enjoyed about his position in the FBI was the fact that he didn't have to do next of kin notifications anymore. Someone was dead? One of his agents would contact the next of kin and tell them. He hated next of kin notifications. Hacker didn't want to tell Booth about his brother. He liked Booth. Booth was his best agent. Booth made Hacker look good. There was no way that he could tell Booth about his brother and have this turn out well.
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Hacker decided that putting off telling Booth wasn't in the best interests of anyone. Arriving at Booth's office, Hacker poked his head in the room and asked Booth if he had a few minutes. He needed to talk him. Nodding, Booth said, "Sure, come in. What can I do for you?"
Sitting down in the chair across from Booth's desk, Hacker decided that he couldn't think of a better way to tell Booth, so he just did it. "Booth, I was just informed a little while ago that a body has been found in St. Martin Parish, Louisiana. There isn't an easy way that I can tell you this; so, I'll just say it. The body they found was your brother, Jared."
Shaking his head, Booth said, "No, it has to be a mistake. Jared's here in D.C."
Seeing that Booth was doing what most family members do during notifications, Andrew said quietly, "No, Booth. He's been identified through his finger prints. I called down to St. Martinville and I've made arrangements to have to the body shipped to the Jeffersonian. The victim is your brother, Jared."
Frowning, Booth said, "Victim?"
Nodding, Hacker said, "Yes, victim. Jared Booth was murdered and his body was dumped in a sugar cane field. His body was found by a sugar cane farmer who reported it to the St. Martin Parish Sheriff's office. I'm sorry for your loss, Booth. I really am." Hacker decided at the last minute that it would be unwise to tell Booth that his little brother's body had been chopped up. Booth would find that out soon enough.
Standing, Hacker told Booth, "If you need anything, you let me know. I'm going to assign Special Agent John Harris to the case. You know he's good. He'll find out who did this." Seeing that Booth wasn't really listening to him, Hacker left.
Not seeing Hacker leave, Booth stared at the top of his desk for awhile. He was afraid to think. His mind was numb and he didn't want to think about anything. Finally, he got up from his chair and left his office. Walking out to his car, Booth tried not to think of anything. After he arrived at his car, Booth opened the door and sat in the drivers seat. Covering his eyes with his hands, Booth started to cry.
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Booth has received some very bad news. Reviews would be nice. Thanks.