Booth groaned as he looked through the large stack of file folders on his desk early on that rainy Monday morning. Thirty open cases to reexamine, fifteen that needed protocol reviews, and ten to finalize, all by the end of the week. The FBI was in the process of converting from storing boxes of old paper files in the basement to storing information on the cloud, and the old case files had to be checked over thoroughly before they were converted to the new data storage system. All of this work was being done as quickly as possible to make their new director happy. "Thank you, Deputy Director Jamison," Booth grumbled, "for giving me this fun little chore, because I didn't already have enough work to do."

Booth swore under his breath again, thinking about his last meeting with Director Jamison. The man was a pompous jackass, making changes in office routines and procedures for no other reason than just because he could. As he picked up the folder on top of the stack to be finalized, Booth glanced through it, making sure everything was complete before adding his signature. "Special Agent in Charge, my ass. I'm just a glorified rubber stamping paper pusher." Disgusted, he signed the last page and looked over the next file in the stack. "And of course, we're in a hurry. I guess the cloud's gonna get full if we don't get this done quickly." He finalized the last of the files awaiting his signature, and began sorting the open cases to assign to various agents. He looked out at the bullpen and chuckled to himself. "I guess I'm gonna piss off everybody by the time today's over, but I suppose that's my job. I'll look like the no good bastard Special Agent in Charge, and Director Jamison, of course, will come up smelling like a rose. Yep, DC Major Crimes is gonna be a model of efficiency, even if it kills us." He picked up another file and began reviewing the protocol, making sure all the forms were filled out correctly and that the evidence had been handled correctly. He shook his head as he looked through the file. "Damn it. The chain of evidence looks like it was screwed up on this one...just wait until I see McCarthy. He's gonna have to fix this quick before it goes to trial…" Booth started a stack of folders to be corrected and picked up another folder.

Booth was so engrossed in his work he didn't really respond when he heard the knock at his door. He finally looked up as his visitor cleared her throat and addressed him nervously.

"Agent Booth? My name is Agent Stephanie Morrison. Do you have a few minutes? I need to speak with you, please." The slender, middle-aged woman stood timidly in the doorway, waiting to be invited in.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't hear you. I was concentrating on this stack of files." He nodded to one of the many stacks on his desk. "More busy work from on high, you know. But I don't mind taking a break. Please, come in. I don't think we've met before, have we?" Booth rose from behind his desk and came forward to shake the woman's hand. "What can I do for you this morning?" He motioned for her to sit in one of the side chairs as he took a seat opposite of her. "Can I get you something to drink?"

"No, thank you. I can't stay very long." Agent Morrison fidgeted in her chair, looking thoroughly uncomfortable. "I'm in cyber intelligence with the Domestic Terrorism unit. I worked with Hayes Flynn before his death..."

Booth sighed and looked away from Agent Morrison as he rubbed his chin. "I hated what happened to him. Hayes was a great guy..."

"He said the same of you, Agent Booth. He said you were a good man who could be trusted to do the right thing." She hesitated a minute before continuing, choosing her words carefully. "I was very fond of Hayes. I appreciated your efforts to prove that he wasn't in collusion with Christopher Pelant. I know you went the extra mile for him even though he was already dead, and I want to do something for you in return."

"That's not necessary…" Booth held up his hand to interrupt Agent Morrison. "Hayes was my friend, and I was not about to allow that bastard Pelant ruin his reputation by framing him. I felt I owed Hayes that much."

Agent Morrison nodded her head, leaning forward in her chair. "Yes, it is necessary for me to do this. I want to repay your kindness to Hayes by helping you avoid a possibly dangerous situation that may arise soon." She dabbed at her eyes with a tissue and exhaled slowly before continuing quietly. "I have some information you'll need to keep your family safe. What I'm going to tell you is very important, but it's also off the record. There are several people here at the Bureau who want this information to remain a secret. If anyone asks me, I will deny that I told you this information, and if they ask you where you got this information, you cannot mention my name. Please do not write any of this information down, either on paper or on your computer, and this information must be on a need to know basis only. The fewer people who have access to this information, the better it'll be for all of us. Failure to meet these conditions could have deadly consequences for both of us. Do you understand, Agent Booth?"

Booth was startled by her serious tone of voice. He paused for a few seconds, trying to decide what Agent Morrison could possibly tell him that would be worth of all this secrecy, but he felt like he had to find out what she knew. "I understand completely. You have my word...I'll keep my source a secret. Please go on."

"Domestic Terrorism and RICO worked together approximately 3 years ago to arrest and convict a man named Robert Riggs on a variety of charges related to racketeering, counterfeiting, prostitution, and other organized crime activities. Riggs died suddenly in the Leavenworth Federal Penitentiary three months ago. The coroner said it was a stroke."

Booth was confused. "Well, that's unfortunate for Mr. Riggs, but I don't know how this affects me."

"Riggs' wife Lisa seems to be emotionally unstable. She's convinced the federal government somehow ordered her husband's murder as a part of a conspiracy or cover up. Mrs. Riggs is also an obsessive fan of your wife's books. She's a member of several websites devoted to Dr. Brennan's mystery novels. Because her husband was in prison for organized crime activities, we've kept an eye on Mrs. Riggs. There's been some internet and twitter chatter about Mrs. Riggs trying contacting your wife to look into her husband's death. She's also mentioned it several times on her personal social media pages. She wants to hire your wife to assist her in proving that her husband's death was murder."

"I can assure you that my wife would refuse to take on a case of that sort. Dr. Brennan does contract work for the FBI, but she doesn't do freelance investigations into other suspicious deaths." Booth eyed Agent Morrison warily. "So Domestic Terrorism can use cyber forensics to track a person's activity on the internet? Don't you need some sort of warrant for that?"

Agent Morrison shrugged. "What we do is perfectly legal, according to the Patriot Act. If there is reason to think that a subject may be involved in planning acts of domestic terrorism we can do internet surveillance to find out what sort of websites they frequent. You know, we check on whether or not they frequent sites that tell people how to build bombs or where they can steal submarines...things like that. Mr. Riggs had visited various websites dealing with white supremacy groups and for some groups promoting various levels of anarchy in the United States." She chuckled nervously. "Nothing anyone does on the internet is completely private, Agent Booth. Big Brother can always find out what someone is doing in cyberspace if necessary. It's just a matter of knowing where to look."

Booth grimaced slightly. "That's a scary thought, Agent Morrison…."

"Perhaps...but we must be vigilant, correct? Prevention is easier than repair, at least in this case. Anyway, based on what we know about Mrs. Riggs from her social media commentary, she isn't a person to take no for an answer when it comes to Dr. Brennan investigating her husband's death. She is determined to contact your wife at all costs. The FBI considers Mrs. Riggs to be dangerously volatile, and capable of violence. She might threaten the welfare of your wife or family to get what she wants from Dr. Brennan. Mrs. Riggs might even go so far as to try kidnapping Dr. Brennan or your child. I thought you should know that this threat exists, even if it hasn't been officially acknowledged by the FBI." Agent Morrison stood to leave. "Remember, you didn't hear this from me."

"Right. Thanks. I appreciate it." Booth stood up and shook Agent Morrison's hand again. "I'm really sorry about Hayes. I know his death must have been a terrible shock for you."

"Yes, it was. We had become very close…." She wiped a tear away and gave Booth a small smile. "So now we're even, you and I. Thank you for your time, Agent Booth. Take care."

Booth stared out of his office window as he considered the unsettling information from Agent Morrison. It was hard to believe that someone would threaten his family so that Bones would look into a suspicious death, but he knew he couldn't take any chances. He and Bones would tighten their cyber security at home, and reevaluate their personal alarm systems for their house and cars, and he'd ask Cam for additional security at the lab. It was hard to imagine that someone would go to such lengths to get Bones to look at a case, but Agent Morrison seemed to have credible information, and he had no reason to doubt her sincerity. He hoped this threat wouldn't materialize, but he knew he couldn't take any chances. They'd take whatever steps were necessary to protect themselves from Lisa Riggs.