Final Chapter. To the guest, yes I pulled a Booth, and a secret kid card! I never claimed to stay away from tropes, my friend. If or when I make a sequel I want to use them and see their thoughts and flesh out their characters a bit. Do you guys like this? Should I write a (longer) sequel? Read and review!
Chapter Five
Booth and Brennan stared at their children from the island in the kitchen. They were slowly adjusting to this transition. Brennan was Matt's biological mother and Booth was Hailey's biological father. They couldn't find any other relative who would take them in; not that they'd let their newly found children go that easily. Parker was great at helping the two settle in and feel at home. They have yet to call them Mom and Dad but that would come later. For now, Booth and Bones is what their children would call them. They piled the kids into their minivan and drove to Hodgins and Angela's for a barbeque.
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Connor woke up in a hospital room. He tried to look around the room ad groaned in pain. The bright lights hurt his head and his chest felt like someone poked at him with a hot poker.
"Oh good you're awake," said a man in a suit. Connor flinched in fear. Flinching made him hurt even more.
"Don't worry. Special Agent Donahue at your service. We're going to need to ask you questions about Steve Barton's murder. You might know him as Sherlock," Agent Donahue said. Connor nodded. Agent Donahue took out a pencil and a notebook and gestured for him to begin. Connor told him everything. From the time he met Sherlock, to the night of the murder, and what he did with Sherlock's computer.
"Thank you for your service kid," Agent Donahue said, "We managed to piece together enough information to intercept a shipment of girls from Eastern Europe and we found and saved several girls from their slavery. We are still conducting raids as we speak. Now for the hard part."
"What hard part?" Connor asked.
"You are officially dead," Agent Donahue said, "You are going into the Witness Protection Program and your father will not be coming with you. He signed over his parental rights to the US government."
"Where am I going to go?" Connor asked.
"Don't worry. I will have your new identity for you by tomorrow. You will get another identity in six months and moved to a more permanent location until we have caught every person involved in this trafficking ring. You have made enemies in high places my friend," Agent Donahue said and left. Connor was put under by a doctor and as promised, Agent Donahue had a new identity for him.
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"Booth, the director needs you in the meeting room 423," a young agent told Booth when Booth had returned from his lunch break. Booth nodded and made his way into the room. Another man was waiting for him. The man got up, silently shook Booth's hand, and closed the door. He smiled apologetically as he locked it, "Can't have anyone popping in now."
"What's going on? Who are you and where's the director?" Booth narrowed his eyes.
"As far as the director, and anyone else for that matter, you are receiving commendations for your work in the human trafficking ring. What I tell you must remain a secret," the agent said solemnly, "I'm Agent Donahue."
"You're not answering my first question," Booth said. His voice was cold and controlled, as if he was interrogating a prime suspect.
"We're both here today to talk about Connor O'Malley's circumstances," Agent Donahue said. Booth winced. He hadn't slept in weeks since the poor boy's death. Sweets kept trying to probe him, and the results weren't pretty. He wanted to snort, just another thing to make him feel like garbage.
"Oh don't look like that. What do you think I'm going to tell you?" Agent Donahue said.
"You're joking," Booth said. He couldn't believe it. Agent Donahue nodded and continued, "The boy is up and kicking. He's in witness protection program. Given your position in the case and personality, we knew you'd tear yourself to shreds if we didn't tell. After much deliberation, my bosses now believe that you are trustworthy enough to keep this a secret. Besides, the fear of losing one of the best agents in FBI history was a big enough push to make sure you'd feel good enough, or less guilty, whichever you prefer, to keep working well."
Booth snorted, "So my work ethics the only reason why I'm being told."
"Well you served your country very well. You deserve a reward every now and then," Agent Donahue stretched. Turning serious for a moment he said, "You can't breathe a word about this. Not to your partner, your friends, your priest, and definitely not the shrink. Good lad from what I hear, just not worthy or close enough to the case to hear such a grand secret like this. He'll overanalyze you and from what I hear, you don't even like him under-analyzing you. You are not to tell a soul, national secrecy and the likes. Understand?"
"Yes," Booth said.
"Good. Now let your conscience rest. It wasn't your fault. It was Jones. Who has brain damage and I bet they'll be pulling the plug soon. Good bye Agent Booth," Agent Donahue said and left Booth alone with his thoughts. As much as he hated keeping secrets from Bones, he felt relief as he knew the boy wasn't dead. He was going to sleep better tonight, not great, but better. His conscience wasn't going to let up completely.
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Tobias Koller was in the middle of his lunch when one of his guards, a low level chap named Bernie, interrupted his meal saying he had a visitor with important information regarding a leak. Tobias told him to get him at once and make sure he wasn't wired or armed. A few minutes later, an obvious addict walked in the door with Bernie at his side.
"So, I understand you have important information for me," Tobias said.
"Yes sir," the man fidgeted and scratched at his neck. Tobias determined it was most likely nerves or withdrawal getting to him.
"Well?" Tobias raised his hand. He never liked to be kept waiting.
"Regarding the trafficking ring that was busted four years ago," the man began. Tobias cut him off, "We already took care of that leak. He's in the deep sleep."
"No he's not," the man insisted.
"Yes he is. Do not waste my time with conspiracy theories," Tobias said with disgust. It had been hard enough to wipe his hands clean and keep the feds at bay; he didn't need them to come back, "Take him away. Show him how we don't appreciate nutty addicts trying to stir up trouble."
"I'm not lying!" the man shrieked with fear as Bernie pulled him out of the chair, "He's in the Witness Protection Program! I can prove it!" Tobias motioned for Bernie to put him back in the chair. He said harshly, "You have five minutes."
"You won't be disappointed. Believe me this information is worth fifty grand but I'm only giving it to you for thirty grand," the man said eagerly, "You pay for good information."
"Only if it's worth the thirty grand you say it is," Tobias said coldly. The man didn't realize his cold nature and explained, "My name's John O'Malley. Connor O'Malley's father. When the brat got shot, the feds decided it would be safer for him to go into the Witness Protection Program so he wouldn't be targeted again. They offered me a spot but they didn't think you guys would target me so I said no. I'm not uprooting myself because the brat got himself into so much trouble. I signed over my parental rights to this Agent Donahue guy and according to the letters I get from the brat, he's his guardian."
"Do you have the letters with you?" Tobias asked. John pulled out a fistful of envelopes and placed them on the table. He continued, "This Agent Donahue doesn't let him right the return address so they can't be tracked but they gave me a PO box if I ever want to mail something to the brat. Now about my pay, I think thirty grand is a cheap price considering how much he screwed you over and how much money you lost because of him. Also, do you still have any of those girls? I'd like to take a spin with one of them and I want a position in your business. What do you say?" He was adding stuff onto his payday list because he saw how shocked the man got.
"Is that all you know?" Tobias demanded.
"Yeah. Now about my payment," John said confidently.
"I say thank you for your information but," Tobias said.
"But what?" John asked irritably.
"You won't be able to collect your prize," Tobias said coldly. He shot John O'Malley three times in the chest and the man died almost instantaneously.
"Bernie," Tobias said as he took a sip of his drink, "Get my disposal team in here. I don't want this man to be found. And get my best hunter, Damien, in here. I have a job for him."