Disclaimer: I do not own these characters; they belong to Kathy Riechs, Far Field Productions, Fox, and Josephson Entertainment.

She watched silently as the small white flakes danced through shafts of cool sunlight pausing only to land upon any object subject to their touch, the pale prisms reflecting in the clear blue of her orbs. Smiling she counted the flakes that fell into his tousled brown hair, his coffee steaming in the winter's air as he slowly adjusted to the morn's light and sounds. Stepping from the doorway she tapped the small thermometer that seemed to be frozen to the doorframe of the small lodge. Turning at the noise his deep green eyes met her blue, a nod of greeting his only gesture.

"Negative twenty-five degrees Celsius."

"Yeah, I know Bones."

"Good morning to you too." She smiled, her own cup of coffee warming her hands.

"Tell me again Bones, why you brought me along on this one?"

"Goodman requested the FBI's involvement to ensure the safety of the bones."

"Couldn't you have gotten, you know, someone who wouldn't freeze their ass off?"

"I just figured a man like you would be able to take it. Besides it may be a homicide."

He turned to catch the last glimmer of her smile.

"How old of a homicide Bones?"

Looking him in the eyes she did nothing but turn around, the swish of the blanket she held tightly around herself the only sound emitting from her direction as she re-entered the lodge, Booth hot on her heals.

"Bones?"

"Only a few years…"

"Bones…"

"Ok...maybe two hundred? But that's besides the point! A homicide is a homicide."

"No Bones, A two hundred year old skeleton is a research case; some guy stabbed to death by the psycho next door is a homicide."

"Well if I'm correct the definition of Homicide is the killing of one human being by another, and if my suspicions are correct about these bones this human being was killed by another."

Shrugging in disapproval he moved past her, his shoulder's visibly shaking under the blanket.

"You're a piece of work Bones."

Smiling she followed, shrugging her own blanket off of her shoulder's switching her steaming cup from hand to hand as she did so.

"I didn't know you woke up this early Booth, I saw you as the kind of person to sleep in as late as possible."

"Your right, I usually would be asleep right now, but having a frost-bitten ass doesn't exactly make for good sleep."

"Get…" she stared, abruptly stopping, her face contorting in thought, searching for the right words.

"Over it Bones?"

"Over what?"

"No, the phrase you're looking for is 'Get over it'"

"Whatever. Since your up so early we'll leave for the site in an hour, make sure your ready, and you might want to layer your pants so you don't," she made a face. "Freeze your ass off."

Side stepping him she walked past, taking up the forest green blanket that had draped her shoulders only moments before and stepped around a corner and from the room.

Two hours later deep brown boots met cold hard earth with an abrupt crunch as ice cracked beneath them. Bones was first out of the vehicle, hands shoved deep into the pockets of her coat; head up in observance of her surroundings. Joining her Booth huffed heavily into his gloved hands, his breath spreading into the air in small puffs. Before them sat a small rickety shack from which a tall spindly metallic tower sprouted. Flying from the shack a tall gangly looking man with jet black hair and even darker eyes rushed to greet them, his hair scruffy and at least four inches long, framing his face in random tufts and strands. Smiling as warmly as he could, a gesture which could have frozen a polar bear, he shook each of their hands.

"Dr. Brennan, Agent Booth, I'm so glad you could come out to see our bones!" his English was good though he possessed a slight French Canadian accent.

"It's our pleasure Monsieur Dumas." Bones shook his hand vigorously. "I'm very thankful that you called us in for this investigation."

"We only wanted the best." Another cold smile.

"And Agent Booth, Thank you so much for coming all the way up here to protect the bones for us! It's quite noble of you."

Booth nodded his head with a light grunt, his shoulders shaking with a chill.

"You'll have to forgive him Monsieur Dumas; Agent Booth is of a warm blooded Breed." She smiled at him, hers warm enough to melt his and the snow that surrounded them.

He only shrugged and motioned for them to enter the small shack.

Upon entering they took in the surprising largeness of the room that served as one of the many field work and research centers for the Centre pour les sciences enviromental du Canada; The center for environmental sciences in Canada. Sitting down at an old, beat up oak desk he began to type furiously on a laptop that sat nestled amongst thick layers of wire and cord, the room filled with tracking, surveying and information deciphering electronics. Mounted on the walls were flat computer screens two of which showed Mr. Dumas' progress. He began to pull op a GPS program that displayed huge black maps upon which locations were outlined in a lime green, red dots scattered about the mass of black. Then there was a spot of blue.

"The body's there, where the blue dot is. Its about twenty two miles out, about a two day hike if you stop for sleep and camp, but I've arranged for a helicopter to fly the both of you in and out of the location."

His finger stayed smashed onto the body's displayed location.

"The Helicopter should be arriving at any minute now, if you'll wait just a moment..." before he could finish the sentence the shack began to sway, the sound of fan blades beating loudly into the air. The Helicopter had arrived. Stepping from the tiny shack as Monsieur Dumas collected several GPS trackers and maps, Booth and Brennan Moved towards the black helicopter, each of them holding their hoods tight against there heads as freezing wind whipped around them, forced into motion by the helicopter's blades. Each shook the Pilots hand and climbed into the craft, hands shacking and teeth chattering. Behind them, just beyond the small shack Monsieur Dumas stood with his arm elbow deep into an old rusted metal trashcan, his fingers finally finding what they searched for. Pulling the old batteries from the ancient bin he removed a crisp handkerchief from his pocket, wiping the grim from their casing and replacing the batteries in a small GPS devise. Walking towards the air craft he held the tracker out to Dr. Brennan, his smile broad. Happy travels dear Doctor. He thought as she took the small devise from his grip.

"I'll meet you at the body's location later this after noon, I have some work to finish up here."

With that he signaled the pilot to take off.

A/n: I hope you enjoyed! There is most definately more to come! Best wishes, Qs