OOM: Flashback
Vasili Gregarin
There's a blast from the past. A name Booth hasn't heard in years. Doesn't mean he hasn't thought of Gregarin, though. Doesn't mean he's forgotten.
He leans back in his hospital bed, and wonders what the hell this means.
Booth was barely more than a rookie, but he got involved in this case through sheer perseverance. Gregarin was number two in a group of Russian mobsters, their U.S. leader, and Booth, who was investigating the death of a John Doe found in Brooklyn, found himself in the middle of a task force to catch the guy.
Before that, though, he was part of the massive fuckup.
Ten years ago
It was never supposed to happen the way it did. It was supposed to be a routine John Doe case, but once he realized that Alexei Andropov had worked for Gregarin - and Andropov wasn't a good guy, by any stretch of the imagination. He'd done horrible things in service to Gregarin, but Andropov had come to realize just how horrible, had turned to the Feds to get him out.
Andropov had a family, and now his family was left alone.
Booth took that kind of thing to heart, even then.
So he forced his way into the investigation, and tried to figure out how to catch the bastard.
Unfortunately, the bastard found him first.
Threatening notes were the start, but things got worse quickly. Slashed tires. Dead animals.
And finally, a confrontation on a dark road as Booth finished his morning run.
He'd thought he'd killed the other man - had hoped. But a few weeks later, a letter had arrived, and Booth knew he was wrong.
Gregarin swore he'd never return to the states until Booth was dead, until he could attend the FBI man's funeral.
In the intervening years, Booth had followed reports of Gregarin, talking to friends from that time in his life. Gregarin ran a dangerous gang in Russia - one with ties high in the U.S. and Russian governments. He dealt in drugs, sex slavery and - most worryingly - nuclear arms trading. Rumor had it that Gregarin had worked with Abdul Qadeer Khan, the Pakistani scientist who sold nuclear secrets to the highest bidder.
Gregarin had only gotten more dangerous in the intervening years. The chance to catch him wasn't one Booth could easily pass up.
He just hoped that Sweets told Brennan what was up soon.
(( Later.))
There's a blast from the past. A name Booth hasn't heard in years. Doesn't mean he hasn't thought of Gregarin, though. Doesn't mean he's forgotten.
He leans back in his hospital bed, and wonders what the hell this means.
Booth was barely more than a rookie, but he got involved in this case through sheer perseverance. Gregarin was number two in a group of Russian mobsters, their U.S. leader, and Booth, who was investigating the death of a John Doe found in Brooklyn, found himself in the middle of a task force to catch the guy.
Before that, though, he was part of the massive fuckup.
Ten years ago
It was never supposed to happen the way it did. It was supposed to be a routine John Doe case, but once he realized that Alexei Andropov had worked for Gregarin - and Andropov wasn't a good guy, by any stretch of the imagination. He'd done horrible things in service to Gregarin, but Andropov had come to realize just how horrible, had turned to the Feds to get him out.
Andropov had a family, and now his family was left alone.
Booth took that kind of thing to heart, even then.
So he forced his way into the investigation, and tried to figure out how to catch the bastard.
Unfortunately, the bastard found him first.
Threatening notes were the start, but things got worse quickly. Slashed tires. Dead animals.
And finally, a confrontation on a dark road as Booth finished his morning run.
He'd thought he'd killed the other man - had hoped. But a few weeks later, a letter had arrived, and Booth knew he was wrong.
Gregarin swore he'd never return to the states until Booth was dead, until he could attend the FBI man's funeral.
In the intervening years, Booth had followed reports of Gregarin, talking to friends from that time in his life. Gregarin ran a dangerous gang in Russia - one with ties high in the U.S. and Russian governments. He dealt in drugs, sex slavery and - most worryingly - nuclear arms trading. Rumor had it that Gregarin had worked with Abdul Qadeer Khan, the Pakistani scientist who sold nuclear secrets to the highest bidder.
Gregarin had only gotten more dangerous in the intervening years. The chance to catch him wasn't one Booth could easily pass up.
He just hoped that Sweets told Brennan what was up soon.
(( Later.))