Hey all! I had this idea hit me on my long drive home from my vacation. It is a crossover with Sue Thomas FBEye. This will be centered around Jack and Booth both being snipers before the FBI. I know not everyone knows the Sue Thomas show, so I try to make things clear and of course will be doing flashbacks and incorporating how Booth knows Jack. You might remember my story crossover of these two shows with Booth and Bobby that I have renamed The Gamblers in the FBI where I did the same type of thing. I hope you enjoy!

Quick facts before we get started: Sue is deaf and can read lips and sign and has a hearing dog, Levi (in this story, it will be a new dog named Sam). She and Jack very obviously had feelings for each other during the show, which was cancelled after only three seasons (!) much to our disappointment. I changed her decision about New York in this story. Jack also was a sniper like Booth before joining the FBI, but since they don't delve into that much in the show, it will be AU from my perspective. The rest of the team from the show is Tara, Bobby, Myles, Dimitrius (a.k.a. D), and Lucy. If you haven't seen the show already, go watch it. You won't be disappointed (aside from the fact it is only three seasons)!

I won't keep you with my babbling any longer!

2027

Sue looked down at her watch and wondered what her son, James, was doing. It was the first day of school, and he was starting grade 10. She worried about him a lot even though he assured her he was fine, that he had one year of high school under his belt and was looking forward to another.

"He's good," Jack said to her, noticing her anxiety. She gave a small smile.

"He texted you?"

"Yea."

"He hasn't answered me."

"That's because he knows you're gonna fire off a million more with questions," Jack laughed. She bowed her head slightly.

"I can't help that I worry about him."

"You don't worry about Jess as much," Jack pointed out.

"That's because she is still in grade seven, and she isn't deaf," Sue pointed out.

Jack had no response to this. He worried about James too at times. Sue had done well to teach James to both sign, lip read, and speak like she could, but she worried about bullies. He had some trouble in public school with some tormentors, but thankfully they went to a different high school now.

"I just can't help but have a bad feeling," Sue said.

"He'll be fine," Jack promised. He rubbed her shoulder and went back to his desk. They had been together for 17 years now. Jack had thought he had lost Sue when she had taken the job in New York, but after a few years apart, she had returned, and he had had his chance to tell her how crazy he was about her. Two years of marriage later and James was born. Jess came three years later. They had lost Levi a few years ago, so Sue's new hearing dog, Sam, was the newest member of their family. James wanted one when he was finished school, and Sue promised to get him one when he graduated.

Sue went back to her case, but her mind was still thinking about James.

...

James did his best to be alert at all times, but sometimes people still got the jump on him.

"Hey," Christine said, tapping his shoulder. He jumped. "Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry!"

"It's all right," he said, laughing. "I was lost in thought."

"So, history, huh?" she said, raising a brow. "That was fun."

"I like history."

"Sure."

"It defines us," James went on. Christine rolled her eyes.

"I prefer biology and dissecting stuff," she said.

"Of course you do. Your mom works with dead bodies every day."

"That has nothing to do with it," she sniffed.

"I'm sure it doesn't," he smirked. She smiled. James knew sometimes Christine had a difficult time with her mother. He hadn't met Christine's parents, just like she hadn't met his. No one knew they were dating, and they preferred to keep it that way. He touched her cheek softly, the only form of affection he would do in public. She smiled again.

"See you in English," he said. She threw her head back in mock anguish while he laughed.

...

Booth was looking at the file in front of him and felt tired. He was ready to retire, and even though he and Brennan had tried a few times to quit, they both seemed to migrate back to their jobs. He was just past his mid fifties, though, and he was ready to quit for good. He wanted to try something different for a while. Maybe he'd be a private investigator. Christine was in high school now with Hank not too far behind. Maybe it was time to do a safer, quieter kind of job.

"Are you listening?" Brennan asked, cutting into his thoughts.

"Huh?" he said. She was standing next to the body in front of him. He closed the file in his hands.

"I said cause of death was blunt force trauma."

"Okay."

"That wasn't very enthusiastic," Brennan noted. She cocked her head at him. "Are you all right?"

"I'm just tired, Bones."

"From lack of sleep or tired of this job?" she asked.

"You know me well," he smiled. They had been together for 16 years at that point. He thought she still looked amazing at 51.

"I've been thinking that maybe it's time to quit again too," she confessed. "But it's hard when we are so good at what we do and bring answers to those who have lost someone."

"It's just a thought for now," Booth told her.

"I fear Christine is going to take my place," Brennan said. He chuckled. They both knew how well Christine was in science and biology and how she loved hearing about solved murders they had done in the past.

"Well, who better than to replace the best than with the best's daughter," Booth teased. Brennan gave a grin back.

"Of course."

"So, blunt force trauma?"

"Yes," she nodded. She went back to looking at the body.

...

James was walking to English class when Christine came up behind him and got his attention. She pulled him into the janitor's closet for an undercover kiss.

"Have I told you how good you are at that?" James asked after, out of breath.

"Every single time," she giggled.

"We should get back to class," he said.

"Oh, I guess," she agreed, kissing him again.

Pop. Pop. Pop.

She froze, gripping James's arms and looking afraid.

"What?" he asked.

"Someone just shot a gun," she whispered. James frowned. That was one of the big disadvantages of being deaf. You couldn't hear danger. This was why he wanted a hearing dog like his mother.

"Where?" he asked.

"I don't know," she answered. "But it was close."

Screams echoed down the hall then, and Christine began to tremble.

"Don't move," James ordered. "And don't make a sound." He looked around for something to hide them in case the gunman opened the closet door. He found a tarp and gestured for her to get under it. He joined her and pulled it around them. She was shivering with fear.

"We'll be all right," James assured her. He didn't feel as brave as he was sure he sounded. He pulled out his phone and texted his father quickly. He hoped help would come fast.

...

Jack jumped up from his desk so fast his chair tipped over backwards.

"What's wrong, mate?" Bobby asked, looking at him.

"James is in trouble," Jack answered.

"What?" Myles said, overhearing. Everyone was looking at Jack now, including Sue.

"What's happened?" she demanded.

"James's school is under attack. We gotta go," Jack said. D, Myles, and Bobby jumped to attention with Tara getting her head set and control center ready. Lucy stayed behind to help her as well, but Sue was adamant to go.

"You shouldn't," Jack said.

"He's my son too, Jack, and I'm going," she said firmly.

"All right," he caved after a moment. "But you stay in the van."

Sue didn't argue in that moment because she knew it would waste time. She would ignore Jack's order later.

...

Booth leaped up the steps and pulled Brennan's ear buds out of her ear. She wore them when she worked sometimes.

"We have to go right now," he said.

"What? Why? I haven't gotten anymore from the body yet," Brennan said, confused. Hodgins looked up from his work, curious at the urgency in Booth's tone.

"It's Christine," Booth said.

"What happened?" Brennan demanded.

"Her school is on lock down. There is a gunman inside."

Brennan whipped off her gloves in lightening speed. Angela poked her head out of her office then.

"What's going on?" she asked.

"We have to go save Christine," Brennan answered, running after Booth.

"From what?" Angela called after her.

"There's a gunman! I have to go!" Brennan shouted over her shoulder. Angela looked frightened at this, and she shared a worried glance with Hodgins.

"What do we do?" she asked him.

"We wait until they ask for our help," Hodgins answered. Angela felt relieved that Michael Vincent was home sick that day and terrified for Christine. She couldn't imagine the fear Booth and Brennan must be feeling right now.

...

"Excuse me," Jack said, pushing his way through the crowd. News vans were scattered everywhere as well as police and EMS.

"Coming through. FBI," Bobby said, going behind Jack. They pushed their way to the front where the captain of the police was and the hostage negotiator.

"What's going on in there?" Jack asked. Sue watched the interaction carefully. She tried to see James through the windows of the school, but there was nothing.

"I don't really have answers yet, Agent," the captain said. "He hasn't called with demands yet."

"Hey, Lou, what's going on?" a voice asked. They turned to see a dark haired man approach them with a brown haired woman behind him.

"I don't know yet," Lou answered, annoyed.

"My daughter is in there," he went on.

"Everyone has a kid in there," Lou argued. "I'm doing the best I can here."

"Well, I'm FBI, so I'm taking this over," the man said.

"I'm FBI too," Jack interrupted. "And my son is also in there."

"You're FBI?" the man asked.

"Yea. Jack Hudson. You are?"

"Seeley Booth. Call me Booth."

"All right."

"I'm Dr. Temperance Brennan," the woman said.

"Sue Thomas-Hudson," Sue said.

"Bobby Manning," Bobby added because he felt left out.

"Okay, so what's the plan?" Booth asked. Before Lou could answer, the hostage negotiator beckoned them over.

"I have contact," he mouthed, gesturing to the phone. They all crowded in close.

"Okay," the negotiator, Steve, said. "All right. Hang on." He looked around at the faces in front of him.

"Seeley Booth?" he asked.

"Here," Booth said, holding up his hand.

"He wants to talk to you," Steve told him. Booth took the phone gingerly.

"Yea?" he asked.

"Seeley Booth," the voice answered. It was smooth and firm. "I told you we would meet again."

"And you are?"

"Your worst nightmare," the voice answered.

"A name would be better," Booth said.

"Hm, well, I've heard you're good at figuring things out, so...figure it out," the voice said. "I'm also not alone in here, so don't even think about barging in to save the day. Oh, and say hello to Jack Hudson for me too. He should remember me too." Then he hung up. Booth threw he phone back at Steve, growling in anger.

"Who is it? What does he want?" Brennan asked.

"He wouldn't give me a name. He said he's my worst nightmare and that I'm to figure it out. He's not alone in there, and he also said to say hello to Jack Hudson."

"Oh, great," Jack said. He gripped at his hair. Sue was frowning, trying to understand what was happening.

"So he knows you," Brennan encouraged.

"Apparently."

"So we look into all your old cases and find out who he is," Brennan went on.

"I know his voice," Booth said. "I just can't place it." He wracked his brain. Where had he heard that voice from? He looked over at Jack then. He felt he knew him from somewhere too, but he couldn't figure it out. He was definitely familiar, and not just from being around the FBI building. There was more to it than that. Booth looked at Bobby too, who gave a slight nod but nothing else. They were in Gambler's Anonymous together, but they didn't act like they knew each other outside of the meetings for privacy's sake.

"He knows both of us," Jack mused. "That will narrow things down a bit."

"It is no coincidence he picked this school," Booth said. "Both of our kids go here."

"So it's revenge," Sue said. She felt terrified. Where was James? Was he hurt?

Booth was looking down at his phone, frowning.

"What?" Brennan asked.

"Christine said she is in a janitor's closet with a boy named James," Booth answered.

"She's with our son," Jack said, breathing a sigh of relief. Then his next thought was, why were they together in the first place? And in a janitor's closet no less? He caught Sue's eye and knew she was thinking the same thing.

"They were smart and hid in there when the shooting started," Brennan said, proud of her daughter. She was also a bit oblivious to some things. Booth didn't correct her. He shared a look with Jack, though. Had his daughter been dating without telling him? It kind of hurt. And who was this James person? Was he a good guy? And how did he know Jack? It was driving him crazy that he couldn't think. Fear did that to you, though.

"I told them to stay put," Booth said to them. "We gotta figure out who this guy is."

A shot went off followed by a scream. Shattered glass sounded, and a body was thrown out. Everyone shouted and screamed outside. Booth and Brennan raced over to the body followed by Jack and Bobby. Sue trailed behind a bit, feeling unsafe. There was a note pinned to the shirt collar of the teacher.

The longer it takes me to find your children, the more people die.

"We gotta move," Jack said, feeling sick.

"Take the body back to the lab," Brennan said. "This is what I do. I find evidence that leads to the killer. We will figure this out."

"It's James's favorite teacher," Sue said softly, gripping her side. Jack put his hand on her shoulder.

Booth was grinding his teeth anxiously. He was afraid for his daughter and for Jack and Sue's son. This guy was an animal, and he didn't want him to find the kids before Booth got them out of there.

"Call the public school," Jack told Bobby. "Tell them to get Jess out of class and that someone will pick her up."

"I'll get her," Bobby promised. He rushed off.

"We should get Hank," Brennan said to Booth. "I can ask Angela to pick him up."

"Call his school and Angela. Let's get moving," he ordered. "No one else is going to die today on my watch."

...

"I'm scared," Christine whispered. She had her light from her phone on under the tarp so James could see her.

"It'll be all right. Our parents are outside," he assured her.

"What if people are dying?"

"Don't think about it."

"I can't help it."

She heard footsteps outside the door then, and she gripped James's hand and gestured. They sat in silence while the door was pulled open. Christine thought she was going to pass out from fright. The tarp was yanked off, and a man sneered down at them.

"I got 'em!" he shouted. James stood and kicked the man in the knee cap, and he yelped. Christine pushed him hard as they shoved past him, and he toppled backwards. James grabbed her hand.

"Run!" he shouted. They skidded through the halls. James was trying to think of an exit. They approached the nurse's station, and he pulled her in there and shoved a chair under the door knob. He spied a grate in the wall and opened it.

"What are you doing?" Christine asked.

"Go," he ordered.

"What?" she asked.

"Get in and go," he said, pointing.

"I'm not leaving you," she said.

"I have to lead them away. Please, just go," he said. She was crying now, scared to leave him and scared he was going to die.

"Come with me," she begged.

"I can't. They'll catch us. This way, one of us gets out of here," he said. Christine knew arguing with him was pointless. He was a bit stubborn.

"Please come back to me," she said. He kissed her quickly.

"I will," he promised. She climbed into the air duct, and he put the grate back over it.

"Hurry," he urged. Christine crawled as quietly as she could, feeling terrified. She heard James go back out into the hallway, and she desperately hoped that he wouldn't get caught.

I hope it is intriguing enough. I'm always a little nervous when I post new stories, so let me know what you think and if I should continue :)