It was a sad day for everyone working at the Jeffersonian, Lance Sweets was dead brutally murdered just a few hours ago. While everyone was mourning the loss of their friend, a man was seated in a cafe on the other side of Washington D.C, a pair of dark sunglasses covering his eyes, he looked up when a man sat down across from him. "It's done the whole world believes that you Lance Sweets is dead" the man said observing the believed to be dead Lance Sweets who removed his glasses "are you sure that it had to be this way?" Sweets asked "Daisy and I we were having a baby" the man merely rolled his eyes and scoffed. They always acted like this whenever this happened "yes it did have to happen, you discovered something that should've never been discovered, therefore you had to disappear through death" reaching into his bag he pulled out a folder "this is your new identity, your name is Marco Jones, a high school teacher, that lives in San Fransisco. Your parents names were Laura and Frank Jones, your father died when you were only six and your mother during your freshman year at college. You have a cat by the name of Sekhmet, this is your new cell phone with a new number, this is your new credit card and bank account with two grand in it and these are your identification papers keep them close. Your all set your plane leaves in two hours and you start your new job on Monday" he said giving the former Lance Sweets everything he needed "just a little problem, I don't have any teaching qualifications" Sweets grabbing everything on the table "don't worry the principal of the school your going to be teaching at is a member of our organisation and he will be keeping a very close eye on you and don't try and all anyone from Lance Sweets' life if you do then you will wish you had died" the man said sweetly before getting up and walking out of the cafe. Sweets stared at the drivers licence that held his new name and sighed, it was time to leave and start this new life as Marco Jones, he was going to miss Daisy and everyone else. Sighing again he picked up everything and left the cafe.

That was the day Lance Sweets died and Marco Jones was born, a high school teacher in San Fransisco.

This was something that was floating around in my head for a while, if anyone wants to take this and turn into something they can.