So...here's my next fic...not much else to say here. I think disclaimers are useless. If I owned them...I would just write an episode, not a fic. lol.

A young woman drove down an icy road, the first winter storm had just hit and the University was shut down for the day. She was looking forward to getting home a day early, she hadn't seen her parents since school had started and she decided she couldn't wait until thanksgiving to go home.

She reached into her purse for her cell phone with one gloved hand while the other steered her car. It only took that split second when she glanced away from the road for chaos to ensue.

A small boy on a sled slid out into the road at the same time as the garbage truck the girl was starting to accelerate past hit a patch of ice.

When she looked back at the road the truck was beginning to tip over in it's attempt to swerve away from the child, she jerked the wheel hard to the left. She immidiatly overcompensated for her sudden reaction and sent her car into a spin. On it's second turn around the girl's scream turned blood curdling when a human skeleton landed on her windshield. Then all went black.

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Temperance Brennen and Camille Saroyan got out of the truck, Brennen couldn't have been happier to be out in the open air again. Being alone with Cam was one of the most distressing experiences of her life and the ride over from the lab had been painful and not physically. They approached FBI agent Seeley Booth who stood with his hands on his hips directing the crime scene unit.

"Seeley." Cam said, the agent turned around and smiled, pulling his coat closer around him. Even though the snow had stopped the wind was still blowing and he had forgotten his gloves.

"This way ladies." He led the women, collection kits at their sides, toward the wrecked car, the whole front end smashed up against a tree causing it to be about half it's normal size.

"There was a car wreck early this morning. Looks to be an accident. Just wrong place at the wrong time." He pointed to the drivers side where the car door had been pried open. A pretty young woman with an orange coat and black hair hung limply out the door, held inside by her seatbelt.

Cam knelt next to the body. "Any other casualties?"

"No. A little kid and the driver of the dump truck are a little shook up but they'll live."

Brennen looked at the body and then at Booth. "Booth why am I here? These remains are fresh." She nodded at the body, keeping her hands in her pockets.

"No Bones, that body is for Cam. I got you your own since I know how much you hate to share." He smiled teasingly at her and led her to the other side of the car.

"That's more like it." Brennen muttered to herself and knelt down next to the remains and Booth watched her intently. She scanned the body carefully from head to toe, taking note of every detail. Even in the cold DC winter weather Brennen stared unblinking at her bones. He pulled himself out of his admiration and listened to Brennen make her preliminary anaylisis of the bones, jotting down quick notes and nodding when she paused.

"Caucasian. Female between her late twenties and mid thirties. She seems to…" Brennen stopped short.

"Bones?" Booth looked up at her, she wore a confused expression as she rocked on her haunches for a moment.

Then she leaned in closer to the body and inhaled deeply. Booth thought he would gag,

"Why would you do that Bones?!"

Brennen stood and started yelling orders. "I need these bones bagged now! Send them to the Jeffersonian ASAP!"

Booth followed Bones as she started to go back toward the trucks and she pulled out her cell phone. "Zack, I'm having some bones sent in take samples of all organic material, have Hodgins take pictures and start cleaning the bones as soon as possible."

"Bones are you gonna tell me what's going on?"

She whirled around and almost ran into Booth. "The bones were saturated in some sort of decomposing agent, I'm guessing bleech or lye. It was to make the body decompose faster, those Bones are less than a week old but as long as they go uncleaned the chemical will continue to eat away at them and we'll lose more evidence." She thrust her hand out toward the scene.

Booth started to say something when there was a high pitched voice behind them.

"Daddy can we go? Hi bones!" Parker hung out the passenger side window of Booth's SUV waving his mittened hand at the pair.

"Parker roll the window up, I'll be over in a second." Booth called to his four-year-old son, who, noticing the seriousness in his father's tone, immediately obeyed.

"You brought Parker with you?" Brennen furrowed her brows, it seemed a bit strange to bring a child to a crime scene.

"Yea, his mom's out of town for the week so he's been with me. I was taking him to school when I got the call so we swung over here." He looked at his watch and cursed. "He's gonna be late, I've gotta go can you handle this?"

"Yea, I've got it. We're all set up here now. We'll be back at the lab." Brennen turned toward the truck where Cam was waiting. The pathologist hadn't found anything interesting on the girl. Just a typical accident victim, she felt bad for whoever had to inform the family though.

"Oh, hey Bones, I forgot." Booth jogged up to Brennen and took her by the shoulder and turned her to face him. "Can you do me a favor?"

Brennen narrowed her eyes at him. "What kind of favor?"

Booth noticed the way the wind was making her cheeks redder than usual and fought to keep his hand from cupping and warming her cheek.

"The Head Honchos have set up a training on night surveillance from six tonight until six tomorrow morning. It's mandatory attendence, so I was wondering if you could watch Parker for me."

Brennen moved her lips from side to side as she mulled it over and then glanced at Parker, who was dragging his face up and down on the window, making his nose look long like an old man, and then short like a pigs snout. She laughed and Booth looked over at his son.

"Aww Parker! Cut it out." But he was smiling too, then turned back to her.

"Please Bones?"

Brennen sighed. "Okay."

"Great! You're the best. I'll drop him off tonight at around five and then you can take him to school tomorrow."

"Sounds good." She headed back to the car and smiled when she heard Booth saying something about Parker getting his 'nose prints on the window'.

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The silence in the car was deafening, but Dr. Brennen didn't mind. She was trying to think of what she would do with Parker that evening. An idea had just hit her when Cam started talking.

"What?" Brennen blinked at her boss.

"I said 'have you always been interested in science'?" Cam glanced at the woman beside her in the passenger seat. She'd pulled rank on her to gain the keys, and she knew Brennen was none to thrilled about it, so she was trying to make peace.

"Um, yes. Ever since I was a child." Brennen furrowed her brows trying to figure out why Dr. Saroyan wanted to know that. "Why do you ask?"

"Curiosity Dr. Brennen. I was making small talk."

"Oh." Brennen had never liked small talk. Not only was it pointless but she was never very good at it. "Um, have you always been interested in…dead people?"

Cam cleared her throat. "No. I've always been interested in human anatomy. I just kind of fell into the whole coroners gig."

"Oh." Brennen shrugged and looked out the window and they finished they're drive back to the lab in a silence both women were thankful for.

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