Burn Notice/Bones. I hope I'm allowed to post crossovers here but good news is that it's slash so…
Zack watched unbelievably as the girl stood in front of him.
"So, the reason I'm here is to tell you we need your help. Immediately." Kennedy smiled hopefully.
"Of course I'll help. Will Michael allow it?" Zack said nervously, walking out of the building with her.
"Absolutely! We need help when it comes to bodies. Bad news is the bodies have already been confiscated. They don't know if it's murder or not. That's where you and I come in. We break in and examine the bodies to make sure this is murder and if this mysterious man killed them."
"How do we know if this man killed them?"
"Like an artist he leaves his initials on every kill. We need to look for XX."
"Fantastic." Zack said sarcastically as they drove off the lot.
"I know, it'll take forever won't it?" Kennedy exited onto the highway, headed back to Miami.
"Depends. But most likely, yes it'll take forever. You know…, maybe I could use my Jeffersonian ID card to get in. That'd make it so much easier." Zack added.
"By the way, should we call? Say you'll be gone for a couple of days?" Kennedy asked.
Zack shook his head, "No. Most likely they won't even notice I'm gone."
Dr. Brennan walked in the lab the next morning, meeting eyes with a confused Booth and Hodgins.
"Something wrong?" She asked as she walked up the stairs after running her card through.
"Zack wasn't here this morning…" Hodgins informed, "Not like him. I even went up to his room and checked the whole place."
Brennan joined in on the confusion, "Like you said, that's not like him. Booth, do you think he's okay?"
Booth shrugged, putting his hand on his hip, "I could have someone check the surveillance tapes. Maybe a family emergency?"
Hodgins nodded with that theory, "That's a very possible explanation. He'd do anything for his family. But it's still odd that he didn't tell us." Hodgins met eyes with Brennan.
"We shouldn't let this get in the way today. Booth let's go. If you hear anything from Zack let us know, okay?" Her and Booth left the area, chatting about a new case.
"Hey," Angela greeted as she entered the lab, "what's going on?"
Hodgins ran a hand through his curls, "Zack's missing."
"Oh, sweetie." Angela frowned and gave him a hug, "It'll be fine. Probably a family emergency. That boy loves his family."
"You think?" Hodgins questioned.
Angela nodded, placing kiss on his lips, "Relax honey," she rapped her arms around his waist, "he's a strong kid."
"Zack, wake up." Kennedy shook his shoulder gently.
His eyes flung open, startled, "What?"
She chuckled, "Calm down, we're here."
"Really? That was fast." Zack exited the vehicle, leaving his blue lab coat there.
"Probably because you slept the whole seventeen hours." Kennedy grinned. Together they walked up the rusty steps.
"Did I really?" Zack asked, shocked.
"Yup, you must've been tired." Kennedy added.
"Well, I didn't get much sleep the night you called." Zack said.
Kennedy frowned, feeling guilty, "Oh, I'm sorry."
"No, don't be. Guilt would be a useless emotion here because the reason I put off resting was because I was elated." Zack grinned, "First time I get to have a good break in a long time. Honestly their big words have gotten to me. I can't speak normally more than a sentence."
"You're doing better already." Kennedy flung the door open, waiting for Zack to step inside. She followed after him, quickly walking to the fridge, "Want a water?"
"Yes please." He caught it, downing the entire bottle.
"Hey Zack,"
Zack turned around slowly, taking in Michael's appearance. Michael grinned from ear to ear, inviting Zack in for a hug. Zack squeezed his friend tightly before letting go.
"I'm Zack," he said to the female beside Mike.
She smiled warmly, "Fiona. It's nice to meet you."
"You too." Zack threw his empty water bottle back to Kennedy so she could throw it away, "Where's Sam?"
"He's coming soon. But about the case. I'm sorry we had to drag you into it." Michael told him, "But we really do need help when it comes to this."
Zack shook his head, "No problem at all. I'm more than happy to help. I really needed a breath though, so thanks."
Michael chuckled, "So how's the job?"
"Job is great. The people… are okay. They seriously know how to change your brain though. Sometimes I feel like I'm actually Zack Addy. Not Zack Weston." Zack added.
"Is it everything you pictured?"
Zack shrugged, "Sometimes it's more. Hell, sometimes I feel like I'm still a spy. We work with the FBI a lot. Only thing that sucks is that Zack Addy is a smart little squint that doesn't communicate well. Zack Addy doesn't do well with weapons and bends under pressure. While I'm exactly the opposite. It's so hard sometimes to hear them speak about a case and I can't help."
Michael's eyebrows rose comically, "Seems challenging. Where are you staying?"
"Above one of the scientists' garage. It's really nice." Zack smiled at Kennedy as she sat down, "He's rich. Which I didn't know when I got the apartment. I'm also not allowed up to the main house."
"Hmm. Sounds interesting. I'm guessing you've already done a background check on the guy?" Michael asked.
"Yes, sir. Just a rich kid that doesn't want the other's to know. And then there's Temperance Brennan and Seeley Booth. Booth is an FBI agent working with Dr. Brennan, the head anthropologist. So much sexual tension there, you wouldn't believe. Most of the time it's entertaining.
And then there's Vincent Nigel-Murray and Lance Sweets. Vincent is an intern and Sweets is one of the youngest psychologist that no one takes him seriously that I almost feel bad for him. Him and Vincent are secretly together.
And then there's Jack Hodgins, the rich kid, and Angela Montenegro. Angela is way to emotional when it comes to this stuff and Jack is always there looking for a quickie. But I think this time they're serious."
Kennedy chuckled from the seat next to him, "You said "and then there's" a lot."
He chuckled with her, "You can't blame me. I also haven't finished yet. There's also Camille Saroyan. Her and Brennan don't get along very well. Either because their jobs are pretty different, their views many situations are different, and that Saroyan used to sleep with Booth."
"Damn. This is like a real life soap opera." Michael added, showing a toothy grin.
"Well, enough about their lives. How about you guys?" Zack questioned, looking them both in the eye.
Michael spoke first, "Me and Fi are back together. Uh, Mom's doing good. You know, my life compared to yours is pretty boring."
"Yeah, I know right? Mine sucks in comparison and my life is still pretty exciting… wait. Did that make sense?" Kennedy tilted her head to the side, rethinking her words.
Booth entered the lab, avoiding the new body on display. He held up a tape, looking extremely happy with himself.
"Do you need something Booth?" Cam questioned, a hunk of flesh in her right hand.
He involuntarily gagged, "Looks like you guys two in one deal, huh? Half the body is flesh and half is completely rid of it…. But anyway, I have stuff on Zack."
Jack jumped out of his chair, almost running over to Booth, "Really? Like what? Is he okay?"
"Simmer down Hodgins. I only have video of him leaving with some girl. Like I said, family emergency." Booth rolled his eyes, "So any idea how our victim was killed?"
Zack embraced Fiona in a tight hug, "It's good to see you again." He pulled away smiling, moving to Sam.
"Boy you've grown Zack." Sam chuckled.
Zack rolled his eyes as they broke apart, "It hasn't been that long since we've meet."
"I know, I know. You really matured though." He chuckled, affectionately squeezing the boys shoulder.
"Thanks. But when should we start on this? Kennedy and Michael have already informed me on most of the stuff. I'm ready when you are guys are."
Sam smiled, "Let's get started..."
"Get your butt out of my face." Zack whispered to Kennedy.
Kenned chuckled, "There's not much I can do about it."
Zack coughed slightly, brushing a cob web out of the way. He crawled further down the air vent, trying his best not to make to much noise. The dust was nearly unbearable, but the smell of mold beat everything.
"This can't possibly be healthy. Imagine how much bone dust could be in here." Zack harshly whispered.
"Here we are." Kennedy informed, lifting up the dust-covered vent. She lowered her head cautiously, making sure no one was in there. She turned on her walkie-talkie, "Are we good Michael?"
"You're good Kennedy." Michael's voice came over, "Now hurry up."
She jumped down, waiting for Zack. He skillfully put his hands on both sides, slowly letting himself down.
"Calm down Sparky. We're working on it." Kennedy turned it back off, placing it in her jean pocket.
"Where's the body?" Zack asked.
"Right here," she pulled on the silver drawer, revealing feet bones. She grimaced but pulled on the metal slap the bones lay on. "Let's get to work, eh?"
Zack nodded, pulling on a pair of rubber gloves. First thing he went to was the skull checking every crevice he could. "Nothing on the skull," he informed as he continued on.
About half an hour later Kennedy checked back on the walkie-talkie. "Michael, how much time do we have left?"
"Not much. One is coming back for something. Hide."
Kennedy's eyes widened in horror as she pushed the bones back in. Frantically, the looked around for a good hiding spot, but nothing came to mind.
"Wait," Zack snapped his fingers, "get in the freezer." Zack quickly opened two doors, helping Kennedy in hers. Then climbed into his, immediately shutting the door.
"Now where did I leave my phone…" he heard the person mutter outside. Nearly five minutes later the person successfully found it, screaming "'bout fucking time!"
Zack sighed with relief as the door to the morgue finally closed. Climbing out, he hurried over to Kennedy.
"I never want to be in there again. Ever." She rubbed at her cold arms, then at Zack's, "Fuckin' cold."
Zack chuckled, "Yeah, but right before he came in I think I found it. On the wrist bone." He picked it up delicately, showing her the marks. "And look here. A hair. Could be from the murderer. We'll have to look into it." He picked it up and tossed it in an evidence bag.
"That's certainly it. Let's cover our tracks and go."
"No, I know that's no one in his family." Hodgins argued.
Booth sighed angrily, "Doesn't matter, they look as if they know each other. Hugs and all. She defiantly doesn't strike me as the dangerous type. I doubt she even knows how to hold a gun."
Hodgins stubbornly replayed the clip as Angela and Brennan looked on. "No. I don't care. We need to find him. I know he's in danger."
Booth chuckled dryly, "Has anyone even tried to call him?"
Everyone looked at each other, expecting something. Booth's mouth dropped open in disbelief.
"I can't believe you guys!" Booth chuckled, this time with a little humor.
"Fine, I'm calling him right now." Hodgins gulped and pressed the green phone.
"Yeah, so we found the X's-" Zack stared, confused, at his phone. It was actually ringing. That thing hadn't rung in the longest time, and it was only ever Michael, Fiona, Sam, or Kennedy.
"Who is it?" Kennedy asked, trying not to sound nosey.
"It's the rich kid. Hodgins. Should I pick up?" He asked, almost nervous.
"Hell yeah! Put it on speaker." Kennedy hurried over, putting her hands on the back of Zack's chair.
"Michael?" Zack asked.
"You don't need my permission." He added with a giggle.
With that Zack pressed down on the green phone hurriedly, then granting Kennedy's wish by putting it on speaker.
"Hello?" Zack gulped, slipping into Zack Addy.
"Zachary Addy, you are in so much trouble. First of all where the hell are you?" Hodgins sighed.
Zack began to wonder if that was relief. Nah, can't be. No one's ever been relieved about hearing from Zack Addy.
"I-" Zack was interrupted once more, this time by four gun shots.
"Was that gun shots?" He heard Angela ask from the back.
"Fi!" Michael called after her, knowing she was testing a new weapon, "Enough with that gun already!"
"Am I on speaker?" Zack quickly questioned.
"Yeah, you are. Answer the question Zack. Are you in danger?" Booth questioned sounding… worried?
"Uh, yes that was gun shot. Uh, technically I'm not in danger." Zack smiled at Kennedy, who'd taken Michael's seat, holding in her laughs.
"Zack, what do you mean by technically?" Jack asked this time.
"It's quiet hard to explain…" Zack added, distracted by watching Fi and Michael fight over a gun.
"Well try." Jack said bitterly.
"Eh, what was the question again?"
"This isn't like you Zack. What's going on?" Hodgins seriously sounded worried. Odd.
Zack's eyes widened at Kennedy, silently asking her what the hell to do. She swirled her hand, motioning for him to tell them but leave out the juicy details.
"I'm helping out my older brother and my friends. Uh, with stuff. I'm a little distracted-"
Sam ran into the building calling for Mike, "Hey Mikey, got any new info on the mass murderer we're trying to catch."
Zack's forehead landed in his hands as Kennedy fell out of her chair, holding back laughs.
"What?" Angela piped in.
"Nothing. I have to go-"
"Zack, don't you dare hang up on me-"
Zack had already done so, throwing the phone across the room. It smashed against the wall, sending the pieces flying.
Kennedy chuckled and said, "Point of that was…?"
"Booth just might track me. I don't want that to happen. Anyway, that's go and figure out what to do next."
"Addy has balls." Angela chuckled.
"That wasn't Addy. No way. I'm the only friend he really ever had and that was not him." Hodgins ran a nervous hand through his hair, "We have to figure this out."
Booth bit his lip in thought, "Okay, okay. I'll work on it, I'll have to do a heavy background check on the guy. But all I want you guys to focus on is the case-"
"Already done. Like you already know the victim had died around four thirty in the morning on Tuesday. Half of the body had been removed of flesh and muscle. Murder weapon was a serrated knife. According to the indents on the bone it was a bread knife." Dr. Brennan informed.
"And since the flesh and muscle and other stuff were removed so expertly it had to have been a butcher."
"Robert Calver. We never even thought of him as a suspect." Hodgins added in, "So go work your magic Booth. We'll be waiting here."
Booth sighed tiredly, throwing himself down in the chair in Bones' office.
"Anything on Zack?" She asked, not removing her eyes from her computer screen.
"I didn't get time to do that background check. But I really don't need to. I doubt I'll find anything new."
Brennan spun around in her office chair, looking at Booth, "Okay. So did you catch Robert Calver?"
Michael entered their home that die, saying "Zack. We need to you to go back to The Jeffersonian to get this hair checked out. Kennedy will be going with you… but you'll need to go as Zack Weston, which means-"
Zack pouted with a sigh, "They can't know I'm there. That's going to be difficult."
"Not really. They're having an event there this Friday. I'll need you Zack to find out if they're making the employee's go."
Zack nodded, pulling out his phone, "No problem." Patiently, he waited, listening to the annoying ring.
"Hello?"
"Hodgins, hi. It's Zack. I need to know of there's an event on Friday…"
"Yeah, employees are being forced to go so you need to get your ass back here." Hodgins sounded hopeful.
"Okay, thanks. I have to go now, bye." Zack ended the phone call before Hodgins could say anything else.
"So how are we doing this?" Zack questioned, "Am I going to get fired! Believe it or not I do like that job."
Michael frowned apologetically, "I know, and I'm terribly sorry for that. I'll pull strings if I have too but this is important. Doesn't it feel good to be on the other side of a case though?"
Zack grinned crookedly, "Yeah, it does."
"Good, now you and Kennedy better hit the road."
"Let's go Zack-pack-pudding-pop." Kennedy grinned, wrapping a jacket around her arm after grabbing the keys to the car.
Zack giggled as he stood up, hugging his brother good bye. He jogged out the door with, jokingly demanding that she never call him that again. On the ride they talked about other names she could call him, but Zack never did hear one he liked.
Jack angrily messed with the formal wear he was in, "Hey Angela, do I look like James Bond?"
Angela hurried around the corner, Brennan behind hear. She wore a slimming navy blue dress and her hair up. Giggling, she shook her head no.
Brennan tugged on her dark purple dress, the fussed with her hair, "I'm not so sure about my hair up. Does it look okay Hodgins?" She turned in a circle, looking for approval.
"I think you look rather hot tonight Dr. Brennan." Hodgins smiled sweetly, walking up to Angela and wrapping an arm around her waist.
She blushed deeply, "Thank you-"
"I'd have to agree with him," Booth walked smoothly around the corner, "you look amazing." He held his arm out to her, walking everyone over to the event.
"Isn't Camille going?" Angela asked behind them.
Booth tilted his head slightly so he could talk to Angela, "Yeah, she'll be there."
"Oh, okay."
Zack pulled down on his black vest angrily, "Why does this have to be black tie?" He asked angrily.
Kennedy walked around the car, in black slacks and a black vest, just like Zack, "At least you don't have to wear the whole outfit. We are only waiters after all." She twirled her hair around her finger, then placed a hat atop her head. She threw the second hat to Zack and he caught it skillfully.
Zack flipped it around a couple times then placed it on his head, "At least we don't fit that stupid spy cliché."
"True my friend, very true." Kennedy chuckled, "Would you like to go now?"
The group met up with Camille when they go there, all chatting together. A few had champagne in their hand. The conversation was going good until Camille brought up Zack.
"So anything on the boy?"
Seeley shook his head no, "No, didn't really need too look into anything to much."
Hodgins nodded, taking in the room and the people in it. Everyone looked extremely clean and scary. It was an incredible night though, the gold light filling the room.
Suddenly music entered their ears as a crowd of people skipped to the middle of the room.
"A flash mob? At this event?" Hodgins yelled over the music.
Booth shared a confused look with him as they looked on.
They had already identified the hair, headed to the event to make sure everything was going good.
"I think I'll probably say hi, if that's okay." Zack questioned as he and Kennedy entered the room.
"I don't care-" Kennedy was interrupted by a song, Beyonce - End Of Time.
Zack and Kennedy looked on as the mysterious dancers began to move to the middle of the floor.
"This is not supposed to happen. Even if it was supposed to be a surprise we would know about it." Zack said, a little tightly.
"It's a distraction," Kennedy said, grabbing Zack by the arm and moving to the side of the flash mob, "they know about us. You watch my back and I'll watch yours."
Suddenly two men charged them, forcing them to jump over the table next to them. The enemies knocked the table out of the way but by the time it was out of the way Zack and Kennedy were on the other side of the room.
"Remind me again why we didn't bring weapons?" Zack whispered harshly.
"We thought we didn't need them, remember?" Kennedy added.
"Zack?" Someone asked besides them.
Zack's head flung to the unknown person, meeting Angela's eyes, noticing the group was with her. When he looked back the person was directly in front of him, throwing a punch. He moved his head to the right, successfully dodging it. Then the person threw another punch, this time he moved to the left, dodging it again.
He kneed the person in the stomach, then elbowed them in the side of the neck, knocking him to the ground. He moved to pull Kennedy to the exit but a foot hooked around his feet, knocking him backwards. He put his hands behind his head, rocking his body so he popped back up on his feet.
Zack straightened out, then kicked the male right in the face. This time he was out cold, lying helpless on the ground. When he glanced over at Kennedy he panicked a little to see she was slightly struggling with the large man.
"Hey, big boy." Zack held out the evidence bag holding the hair, "You can take it." He threw it, distracting the man. Kennedy took the chance and kicked him hard in the stomach, making the man double over in pain.
By now the cops had intervened, taking the two men away. Kennedy grinned as she bent down, picking up the bag and tossed it back to Zack. Zack caught it, putting it away in his deep pants pocket.
Walking forward, Zack began to leave. But Hodgins stepped in his path.