OK…new story…I don't own Bones or any of the related characters…even though I love David Boreanaz to the core of my soul.

Chapter 1

"Bones! We've got a case. Special request."

Seeley Booth strode the Jeffersonian Medico- Legal Lab with a purpose: to find his partner, Temperance Brennan. He was in the doorway of her office when she looked up.

"What is it?"

"I'm not sure actually. Cullen asked to see us. Didn't give details."

"That's odd."

"Yea, it is."

"Come on then. Can I drive?"

"No, Bones."

"Booth, Dr. Brennan. Glad you could make it."

"Of course, sir."

"Can I ask what this is about?"

"Bones!"

Sam Cullen chuckled. The lady doctor was very blunt and he had to admit he rather liked that about her. Occasionally she could be a loose-cannon and seemed like more work than was necessary but her and Booth's success rate had been the clincher in the decision to choose this particular team for this particular assignment.

"It's alright, Booth. I'm handing a case over to you…it goes outside your normal parameters but you're basically the best team we've got and this needs to be handled rather delicately. It was posed that just Booth would handle this since you, Dr. Brennan, are not technically FBI but I didn't think it would be good to split up this team."

"Umm…thank you, sir."

"OK…here's the logistics of it. The Manccini Family. Big mafia group in DC. One of their own is willing to turn state's evidence to put away the head of the family as well as half of the major players, maybe more."

"That's rare, sir, if I can say so."

"It is…but I think this may run a little personal."

"What can I do exactly?"

"Well, doctor, it would seem that the murders we suspect Manccini of were improperly examined. The coroner who examined all of them was being paid by the family to lie in the reports and keep Manccini out of suspicion. This may actually run into the Bureau and you know how that pisses me off."

They both remembered the debacle with Agent Kenton the previous year.

"We need you to reexamine all of his suspected victims and see if you can give us more to work with."

"And me, sir?"

"You're gonna have to handle some of the personal side of this case. We have a team working the actually 'mob' angle…but this runs a bit deeper. The informant needs to be protected…and we also need to know why she's turning them over to us to make sure this isn't all just a load of crap."

"'She?'"

"She. Her name is Sophia Manccini."

"A direct relative is turning him in?"

"A neice. And this is the kicker. She's a trained hit-man."

"Hit-woman."

"Hit-person, actually."

"Whatever the proper pronoun, we need to know what's going on. We can't have her copping out of this at the last second. Booth, she's a pistol. Attitude sharper than a double-edged sword. And, despite her age, she's got a lot of brains."

"How old is she?"

"Almost 20."

"She's a teenager!?"

"A very unique teenager, Booth. Don't underestimate her."

"No, sir. But she's 19?"

"Yea. Would you like to meet her and see what I mean?"

"Umm…alright. Bones?"

"Count me down."

Both men chuckled.

"'In,' Bones…you mean 'in.'"

"Oh."

Cullen led them to one of the interrogation rooms but opened the door into the observation room instead. They looked at him questioningly.

"I don't think it would be wise to go in there without seeing what you have to deal with first."

"Sir, all due respect, but she can't possibly be as bad as you're implying."

"Well, Dr. Brennan, that's a matter for debate…Booth, you know Agent McDonnell, right?"

"Yea."

"This girl got him to completely lose it."

"Whoa."

"What does that mean?"

"Bones, McDonnell is kinda well known for being extremely level-headed and calm. He's never lost it in an interrogation before."

"I see."

Cullen opened the door wider and gestured for them to enter.

"See for yourselves what I mean."

They entered the small room and looked through the glass.

A guard stood at the door, his posture stiff and visibly tense. Sitting at the table was a young woman. Her feet were propped up on the table and she was leaning back on the chair until it was on two legs. Her head was down and she appeared to be sleeping. Across from her was an agent who was getting more and more frustrated by the second as she ignored his questions.

"He's the fifth agent that's been in there with her…he's been there for 5 minutes, tops. Lasted longer than the last one though."

"But…she's just a kid…"

"Booth, if it weren't for her possible history I'd want this girl on the payroll. She's got some untapped skills that would make her an incredible agent."

A frustrated shout from the interrogation room made them look back at the glass. The agent was storming out of the room mumbling furiously. As the door slammed behind him they saw the corner of the girl's mouth twitch in something resembling a smile before looking up at the glass.

"Next, Director Cullen?"

AN: I hope my faithful readers will accept this as an apology and everyone else will enjoy it as well.