"The dude in the dumpster"
A Bones and NCIS crossover.
A/N: This is my first fanfiction, so I really would appreciate some reviews, good and bad. English is not my first language, so there will probably be some mistakes. I'm working on finding them, but it's really hard, they keep slipping trough. This is a casefic, but I basically know absolutely nothing about navy ranks, so if there's something wrong about them please tell me. Oh, and the time line is NCIS season seven, Ziva is already a special agent, and Bones season five.
Disclaimer: everybody writes these, so I guess I should too. I don't own Bones, or NCIS, and really I don't think I ever will.
Chapter one.
Tony was staring absentmindedly at the almost empty bullpen. It was Friday night and it had been a boring week, without any dying marines, or navy personnel, so they were forced to work cold cases. That meant loads of paperwork. Tony hated paperwork. He looked around. McGee was gone, he had no idea where. Probie-Wan-Kenobi couldn't have a date, could he? He realised he hadn't had a date himself in weeks. Mentals note: He should work on that. Gibbs was nowhere to be found, probably on a coffee run. That man basically lived on coffee, and as Ziva had already mentioned, Gibbs' guts were probably coffee brown. Speaking of Ziva, she was still at her desk, staring at her computer screen.
"Found something interesting?" Tony asked.
"Shut up, Tony" Ziva responded. She had enough on her mind already, she couldn't handle Tony's childish jokes at the moment.
"Ooh, is our little Ninja-Assassin cranky?"
"As a matter of fact, Tony, yes. I am cranky because my flight was cancelled." Ziva said.
Tony couldn't remember Ziva mentioning a flight, but then, he had been a little off lately.
"Your flight? Where were you going? You have a boyfriend? Is he from Israel?" Tony asked
"No, I do not have a boyfriend, I was going to Israel to visit my father."
"Ah, you were going to daddy Mossad? That reminds me of a 1995 movie by…" he was interrupted by Gibbs, who slapped him in the back of the head.
"Grab your gear, we've got a dead marine." Gibbs said. "Where's McGee?"
"Probably getting slaughtered by some leprechauns who were offended by our very own Elf Lord" Tony said. Ziva rolled her eyes, and told them that McGee went to a conference for writers.
"Aha, so Thom E. Gemcity won't be joining us today?" Tony asked in a very.. well, a very Tony voice. Gibbs gave him a look, and Tony quickly responded.
"Shutting up, boss."
In the Jeffersonian museum, only a couple of lights were still on. It was pretty late, and most people had already gone home. Of course, Temperance Brennan wasn't like most people, and she was still in her office, finishing up some paperwork from their last case. It was a very personal one, a foster child that had been abused ran away from home. She was found dead six months later, and they solved the case. It turned out she was killed for money. The girl, who was seventeen, had just started a new life, and found a job and had a boyfriend who loved her. But all that had been ended brutally for just a couple hundred dollars. Brennan then realised she was crying, and quickly wiped the tears away. She just finished her paperwork when her partner, FBI special agent Seeley Booth, walked into her office.
"Hey Bones, we have a case!" Booth said. "Some junkie found a decomposing body in a dumpster, let's go!"
"Booth, why are you in such a hurry?" a confused Brennan asked.
"Because we have to be there before NCIS does."
"Who is NCIS?" Brennan asked.
"Not who, what. NCIS stands for Naval Criminal Investigative Service. They investigate murders and kidnappings involving marines or navy personnel. Our dead guy wore navy dog tags. Now, let's go."
When they arrived at the crime scene, Gibbs immediately began shouting orders.
"Ziva,"
"Crime scene photo's. On it." Ziva responded.
"DiNozzo," Gibbs barked.
"Bag and Tag, got it, boss."
"McGee," Gibbs started, but then he realised that McGee was still at his writer's conference. "And DiNozzo" he added "call McGee."
Just as he began bagging and tagging, Tony saw a black SUV and a vehicle that looked like an ambulance approaching.
"Who the hell are they?" Gibbs said. At that moment, Ducky arrived.
"I'm sorry, mister Palmer got us lost. I really think we should…." Ducky began, but he stopped as soon as he saw the vehicle with on it the logo of the Jeffersonian.
A good looking woman with auburn hair and wearing a jumpsuit that said 'Jeffersonian Museum' stepped out of the car. Right behind her stood a man wearing a suit that clearly belonged to a federal agent, but with a red tie, and a belt buckle that said 'Cocky'. Gibbs didn't like it, joined operations were never his favourite. The man approached, and introduced himself.
"Hello, I'm special agent Seeley Booth, with the FBI, and this is Dr. Temperance Brennan."
"I am perfectly capable of introducing myself, Booth!" the woman said. Gibbs' face stayed emotionless, but on the inside he chuckled. The woman, however, was clearly not interested in formalities, because she immediately asked if she could examine the body now.
"No, Bones, let the man introduce his team." said Booth. Gibbs wondered if he had heard something wrong, or if the man really called this Dr. Brennan 'Bones'.
He started introducing his team as well. "I'm special agent Gibbs, these are special agents DiNozzo and David.". He pointed to Tony and Ziva, who were now standing next to him. "Our other agent, McGee, is on his way."
"Nice to meet you all, but are we going to do a joined operation or what?" Booth said.
"Well, since the victim was a marine, and we investigate the death of marines, why would the FBI be involved?" asked Gibbs.
Ducky answered that question. "Because, Jethro, this body is so far in decomposition that I can't identify the remains."
"And Doc can?" DiNozzo asked.
"I am right here, Mr. DiNozzo, and yes, I can identify the remains. However, they have to be sent over to the Jeffersonian."
"The museum?" asked Ziva.
"Yes, the museum. But, it's not only a museum, we also have a crime lab." Brennan responded.
"Where did agent Gibbs go?" Booth asked.
Gibbs had walked away, and was now very furiously talking with director Vance. Ziva could hear parts of his conversation, and she had to admit, today she was glad she wasn't the director of NCIS. An angry Gibbs was not on the top of her wish list. Then she noticed another angry voice. The FBI agent, Booth, was calling somebody, and by the looks of it, it was his director. Then she heard Gibbs saying that if Vance needed to talk to the FBI, he should call them. Gibbs started walking in Booth's direction and said that his director wanted to talk to him. Booth then replied that his director wanted to talk to Gibbs. So, they held their telephones together, and let the directors talk. After a wile, Booth and Gibbs both grabbed their phones again and listened to their instructions. Then they both hung up.
"Looks like we're stuck with the FBI." Gibbs said.
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