Author's Note: Have a safe and fun New Year's!

This is going to get ugly?

Yale was always a weird guy, but what did he mean by that?

The last words Yale had told him continued to swirl in Booth's head as he stepped into the lab. He could see his wife working on the platform with Hodgins, working as if nothing was wrong. For a moment, he though that he could walk in and there would be no questions; he wasn't ready to explain to all of them about Delta Fly.

Saddly, he was wrong.

The moment Angela spotted him from her office, she marched towards him and exclaimed, "You tell us right now about Delta Fly, Booth!"

He put his hands up in defense. "Angela, I know that your'e freaking out-"

"Freaking out! Booth, that is an understatement! Some lunatic is running around the city and we have to live in the freaking lab! I am way past freaking out!" In the midst of Angela's rant, Booth spotted that there were now two skeletons on the ramp. He stepped away from her and asked, "Another body?"

"You didn't know?" Brennan asked curiously. She stepped off the platform with Hodgins right behind her. "What was the phone call about?"

Crap. "Nothing really important." He barely had enough time to finish the sentence before Angela lunged at him. Hodgins quickly pulled his wife back as she yelled, "I am sick with the lying! Two of our friends are dead and it'll probably be more unless we know exactly what we are dealing with!"

She pushed herself from Hodgins' arms. "Tell us what happened."

Booth swallowed nervously, seeing all eyes on him. Brennan stood the furthest back with her foot still on the platform stairwell. She seemed fearful towards him; Booth wasn't sure if it was towards him personally or to what might come out of his mouth. His friends deserved the truth; Daisy and Wendell deserved better than this.

"Ok, I'll tell you, but please don't get angry with me." Angela's expression quickly turned from anger to instant worry. Booth motioned to Brennan's office, "Can we talk in there?"

Brennan nodded and headed towards the office, regardless of what Booth's answer was. She had feeling that whatever it was, it wasn't good.

Once all in the office, Booth spoke up quietly, his voice slightly wavering, "Operation Delta-Fly was a need to know mission in southern Afghanistan while I was away. There were eleven guys on the mission-"

"Why were you there? You went to train, not fight, right?" Hodgins asked from his spot between Angela and Cam.

"They needed someone with sniper experience, someone who could make sure that the mission was a success. The only person that knew about this was us , a general, and the Chief Joints of Staff."

"What was the mission about?"

Booth swolled hard, a large lump growing in his throat. This was the part that scared him, the part that he knew would end many friendships and possibly his marriage to Brennan. "The mission….the mission involved raiding a location that we believed Al-Qaeda used to harbor weapons. We were sent there to raid the building…..and take down whoever we came across. My job was the keep eyes out from an adjacent building." He wiped a single tear from his cheek and started taping his foot as a way to distract himself from the mix of guilt, fear, and sadness he felt.

"What happened?" Cam asked.

"We went in and did our jobs. Many of- we did our jobs and a few weeks later, I got the call from you to come back to D.C."

Brennan squeezed Booth's hand. "What was the building that you and your men had to raid, Booth?"

He closed his eyes and whispered, "A girl's elementary school."

No one spoke for what seemed like to Booth ,forever. Hodgins suddenly broke the silence by standing up and exclaiming, "Are you freaking kidding me?"

Booth opened his eyes and looked up to his friend. "I didn't kill anyone! I could never kill a child!"

"But you were there! Booth-I- I thought you were a good man! How the hell-" Hodgins growled in anger before stomping out of the office. Angela sat still on the chair before slowly standing and walking towards the door. Booth called out to her, "Angela?"

"Five minutes," she stammered, "I need five minutes, Booth. I need to process-five minutes." She walked out leaving Booth alone with Sweets, Cam, and Brennan. Booth turned to his wife, who had a calm stoic expression. "Bones?"

"I understand that- I understand that you did what you had to do to protect this country, including our children." Booth let out a sigh of relief, but Brennan added, " But what I don't understand is why you felt that you had to hide this from me."

"I didn't think you'd understand."

I know I'm different emotionally, but I'm beginging to become sick of those words coming from my husband's mouth. "Well if you would have explained it to me like you just did, I would have understood. Excuse me, " she stood up angrily, "the second skeleton is here and I need to go and process it."

I'm screwed..."Cam?"

Can pointed to the skeletons in the lab. "I should join Dr. Brennan. She stood and opened her mouth to say something, but quickly changed her mind. Once Cam left, Sweets said" Agent Booth-"

"No mumbo jumbo right now kid."I shouldn't be so hard on him, especially since Delta-Fly led to the death of Daisy.

"I want to help you catch this guy. He has taken an act of violence done for the greater good and warped it. I know you're a good man, Agent Booth. You're strong and you don't have an ounce of anything of that would push you to kill children, regardless of what the Joint Chief of Staffs wants. "

Booth stared at him, showing his confusion. "So what do I do then?"

"You fight for your family, bad."

"OK, ok.," I need to fix this; I should have ended it a long time ago. Booth put his hands on his thighs and started to make an attack plan.

"I'd start with getting the remaining members into protective custody," Sweets suggested. Booth nodded and pulled out his cellphone with his mind racing.

"Agent Booth?"

Booth hesitantly looked up to the psychologist. "Yeah?"

"It's going to be alright." To Booth, Sweets' comment and the look in eyes didn't seem to match up. The young psychologist took a breath and said, "I'll see if I can get Angela to look into Delta-Fly more and help us with computer issues."

Sweets started towards the office entrances and could feel Booth watching him hesitantly. Booth quickly glanced over to the platform where he could see Brennan and Cam working on the skeletons. Both seemed terribly distracting to him.

"I'm sorry," Booth suddenly called out, half hoping that Sweets heard it. "I didn't want anyone to die because of me."

"I know," Sweets answered softly. He quickly left, leaving the FBI agent alone in the room.