Revenge or Justice?

By 18lzytwner

Chapter 1

The Hoover Building, Monday 10:00 am

FBI Special Agent Seeley Booth sat at his desk. He was already looking forward to tonight as he and his partner (and girlfriend), Dr. Temperance Brennan, had plans. A few weeks ago, she had won her civil suit and they had gone out to celebrate. Well dinner turned into "lets go to your place" and then into one heck of a night. A smile crossed his lips as he remembered Angela pestering both of them the next day. Brennan had stayed remarkably cool and calm. The forensic artist had no idea what they had done and the two intended to keep it that way for now.

"Brrrrrrrrrring!" The telephone on his desk interrupted his thoughts.

"Booth." He said as he answered it.

"I need you in my office." It was Deputy Director Cullen.

"Yes, sir." Booth stood up when his boss' voice came over the phone. He quickly put the phone down and left his office.

Booth walked up to Cullen's office door and knocked on it. He heard his boss bid him to enter and did so.

"Have a seat." He said. Booth nodded and sat in a seat that was directly in front of the Deputy Director's desk.

"What is it sir?" He asked.

"Yesterday at nine pm, Agent Marcus Langdin's body was found in Colombia. He was working in an undercover operation, trying to break up a cocaine smuggling ring." Cullen said. The news came as a shock to Booth. His friend and fellow agent was dead.

"How sir?" He asked.

"We believe that Langdin's cover was blown. I just thought you should know, since he was a friend." Cullen said.

"What about his wife, Mary, and their two kids?" The G-man asked.

"I'm going to go to their house and tell them the bad news." The Deputy Director said.

"Can I do it, sir? Marcus and I were very good friends and I want to be able to tell them." Booth wondered. Cullen gave him a look. He wasn't sure if he should let Booth do it but he trusted the agent and gave a nod.

"You can't tell her any of the specifics. We don't need the entire two-year undercover operation to go up in smoke. I know it sounds cold but if we don't stop these guys, more innocent people are going to get hurt." He said.

"Yes, sir and thank you." Booth stood up and left the room. He had no idea how he was going to break the news to Mary and the two kids.

The Langdin House, 11:00 am

Booth pulled his big black SUV up to the curb in front of the house. He had no idea how he was going to break the news. The FBI Agent always hated having to tell someone their loved one was dead and it was made worse by the fact that he hadn't come to terms with his friend's death either.

Getting out of the government–issued vehicle, Booth closed the driver's side door and slowly walked up to the front door of the house. The Dodge Grand Caravan was sitting in the driveway and Booth realized that the kids were probably at school. He stood in front of the door and pressed the doorbell.

Inside he heard Mary shout that she was coming and then walk to the door. He could hear her trip over something and mutter under her breath.

"Seeley, what are you doing here?" She asked as she let him in. The five foot four woman brushed her chestnut colored hair from her face. Booth opened his mouth but the words wouldn't come. The look on his face must have betrayed the bad news he had to deliver.

"It's Marcus, isn't it? Is he ok?" Mary asked. Booth finally swallowed hard and answered.

"I'm so sorry, Mary." He fought back his own tears as he stopped her from collapsing to the floor. Carefully, he helped her to the living room. She screamed and cried as Booth tried to comfort her. He felt so helpless as all he could do was say he was sorry. When she finally calmed down, she looked at Booth.

"How am I going to tell the kids?" Mary asked.

To Be Continued…