JAG'ed Bones in the Casckett wanted a sequel or epilogue to my story 'To Everything There is a Season' and he gave me a prompt. Seemed pretty interesting, so here it is. I hope you like it. This story is rated T for foul language.

If you haven't read 'To Everything There is a Season', I recommend you read it before you read this story.

I don't own Bones.

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FBI Director Robert Drake was a busy man and he tried to run a tight ship. His agency had a lot of responsibilities and his job was to make sure that everyone in his agency did their job and did it well. He'd only been in his position for two years and he'd made a few adjustments to his various departments that increased efficiency and he was proud of that.

He'd been a little put out that Seeley Booth had refused to move up and take the position of Executive Assistant Director for Criminal, Cyber, Response and Services Branch, but he'd thought if the man was pushed he'd buckle and take the position. Booth had too much valuable experience with the FBI to sit in the same position forever. It had been the Director's hope to promote him to Executive Assistant Director and then after a couple of years move him to Assistant Deputy Director. He was grooming Booth to take over as Director someday, but the man had refused to go along with the program and had retired instead.

Now he had two holes to fill in his organization and Drake was furious that his plans had been thwarted like that.

Tina popped her head into the office and coughed. "Director, may I speak to you for a minute . . . it's important."

Surprised that Tina was interrupting him, Drake beckoned for her enter the room. "What's up?"

After the Director's secretary entered the room, she closed the door behind and walked across the room to stand in front of his desk. "I just got off the phone with the Director of the Jeffersonian. He wants you to call him as soon as possible . . . he was angry and he wouldn't explain what he needed to talk to you about."

Drake knew Philip Foor very well and he wondered what bug he had up his ass. "Okay, Tina. I'll call him in a few minutes." Closing a file on his PC, he waited for Tina to leave the room before he called Director Foor.

Director Philip Foor.

"Phil, I was told you needed to speak to me."

"You're damn right I do, Robert. I don't know what the hell you people use for brains over there, but Dr. Brennan will no longer be working with the FBI. She came to me and told me you forced her husband to retire and she refuses to work with anyone else at the FBI.

"What do you mean, Phil? She has a contract with us. She has to work with whoever we tell her to work with."

You're only partially right about that, Robert. Her contract has a clause in it that states that if she cannot work with Seeley Booth then her contract is terminated. That little nugget has been sitting in her contracts for at least ten years.

Shocked, Drake sat back on his chair and glared at the window. "I wasn't Director ten years ago. If I had known that clause was there I would have never authorized it."

Well, whether you knew it was there or not, Dr. Temperance Brennan no longer has a contract with the FBI and I have to tell you, forcing her husband to retire seems like a pretty crazy thing to do. He and Temperance have the highest solve rate in the country. You made a mistake . . .

"Don't tell me how to run my agency, Phil." Director Drake felt his temper rising and fought to keep his words civil. "Seeley Booth should have never been allowed to sit that long in his position as it is. He should have been moved up years ago. He was wasted in the field and as for Dr. Brennan it's probably a good thing that she doesn't want to work for us anymore. As far as I can tell, her husband was practically the only one that wanted to work with her as it is. I talked to Agent Aubrey and he has agreed to work with her, but he's the only one. She's very temperamental and quite the martinet when it came to crime scenes. I've had agents in the Assistant Director's office on the verge of tears because of her attitude."

Oh my God, Robert. She's brilliant and she's a perfectionist. She expects everyone to do their jobs and do them well. Now I'm sorry if she's hurt some of your agent's feelings, but tough shit. Now I've given you my news. I hope you don't regret what you've done.

"No one is indispensable, Phil." Drake was furious, but he knew yelling at the Director of the Jeffersonian would get him nowhere and why make unnecessary enemies? "Seeley Booth had to move up in the ranks and since he refused he was asked to retire. Dr. Brennan had to know that she couldn't work with him forever. That isn't how it's done in the real world. The Jeffersonian has a contract with the FBI, so I expect you to provide us with an accredited Forensic Anthropologist when we need one."

It's your agency. Just be prepared.

Surprised, Director Drake wasn't sure if that was a threat or not. "What's that supposed to mean? Prepared for what?"

You'll find out, Robert. Good luck.

The call ended, Drake placed his phone down on his desk and shook his head. "Good luck my ass."

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With a lot of work to get through, Director Drake decided to eat at his desk while he plowed through the load on his desk. Sipping his tea, he was trying to get through a budget report when his phone buzzed. "Yeah Tina?"

The Directors of the CIA and Homeland Security are here to see you Sir.

Surprised, Drake glanced at his watch and shrugged his shoulders. "Okay, I'm available."

Two fairly angry gentlemen stalked into the room and Director Drake knew that his day had probably just got worse. "Tom . . . Mark what can I do for you?"

Marching across the room, both men stood in front of the Director's desk and glared at him. Thomas Manning, the Director of the CIA broke the silence. "What's the idea of forcing Agent Booth to retire Robert? Are you out of your damn mind? Do you know what you've done?"

His cheeks flushed red, Director Drake stood up so that he wasn't being loomed over. "What's the idea of walking into my office and talking to me like that? What I do with my agency is my business."

"When it affects our agencies then we have every right." The Director of Homeland Security glared at Director Drake and shook his head. "We've lost the expertise of Dr. Brennan because of you. Do you know what that means? She's done vital work for us in the past and now we've been told that her husband has been forced to retire, so she will no longer do field work for us. Right now we're trying to negotiate with her to at least do special cases for us, but she's balking and it's because her husband is no longer able to aid her in her work. We may have to settle for her working in the Lab after we bring the bodies to her. That's inefficient and it will cut down on her solve rate . . . our solve rate. She and Booth worked magic in the field . . . magic!"

Director Drake wasn't sure why that was his problem. "Doesn't she have a contract with your agency?"

Hands on hips, Director Goddard nodded his head. "Yeah, but when it comes to field work, its contingent on her working with her husband Seeley Booth. He's been her partner for years. How were we to know you'd break up the best investigating team this country has? Are you insane?"

Director Drake had had enough. "I offered the man a promotion and he refused to take it. It's up or out and he's out. No one is indispensable . . . no one. The FBI has a contract with the Jeffersonian and they will provide my agency with a forensic anthropologist. I imagine you have the same contract. We don't need Dr. Brennan and Seeley Booth. There are plenty of qualified people out there that can do the work."

Exhaling deeply, Director Manning broke into the conversation. "You have to be kidding me. Dr. Brennan is the best forensic anthropologist in the country, hell in the world and she's done things for us that no one else has been able to do . . . You don't replace someone like that. You just don't. We were counting on working with her and Booth for a few more years while she trains her students. She has some gems working for her, learning from her, but they're young and green and it's going to take time. Now we're screwed and it's because you're insane."

"Enough!" Drake had had enough. "No one is indispensable."

Slowly shaking his head, Director Goddard stared with sadness at the Director of the FBI. "I hope you remember those words and find comfort in them . . . because the shit's going to hit the fan and you're the one who's going to get a face full."

"I think we're through here, don't you?" Director Drake glared at the other directors.

With a quick glance at each other, Goddard and Manning nodded their heads. As they moved towards the door, Goddard called out. "Good luck Robert. You're going to need it."

After they left, Drake walked over the office door and spoke to his secretary. "I'm not talking to anyone else today, Tina. My door is closed."

On the phone, Tina placed her hand over the mouth piece. "Sir, it's the President and he wants to talk to you."

Hurrying to his desk, Drake called out. "Put the call through." When his phone rang, he answered it. "Sir, it's good to hear from you. I . . ."

What the fuck are you doing over there Robert? Why the hell did you get rid of Seeley Booth? Are you insane?

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There will be one more chapter of this story. Yes, Booth and Brennan will make an appearance in the next chapter. Let me know what you think of my sequel. Thanks.