Author's note: Okay, this is kind of a case fic, but because there is undercoverness a lot of it is just fluffy nonsense. It's ment to be fun to read and I hope it turned out that way. It starts of kind of slowly, but please read to the end, because I promise it will be awesome. I will update regularly, or at least I will try to. I'm not sure when it's set, so you can pick, but it's got Zack, Cam, Sweets and Hacker, so it's sort of muddled up, but I like all those characters so... Anyway, read and review, because I know you love to.
Azalea Turner (Azzi . Turner)

Disclaimer: I do not own Bones, but I do own the first 5 seasons on DVD, therefore, I kind of do own it.

Brennan let her hands flap around her skirt as she impatiently waited for her partner, Booth, to arrive.

"Cool it, Sweetie," Angela said, grabbing her best friend's wrist. "What's got you so agitated?"

"I called Booth over an hour ago, he should be here by now," Brennan replied.

A look of concern crossed Angela's face, "You don't think some thing's happened do you?"

A shrug from Brennan made Angela even more concerned, Brennan was sure of everything. Brennan jumped as her phone vibrated in her pocket. She fumbled with it and flicked it open.

"Booth?"

"Don't you have caller ID, Bones?"

"Booth!" Brennan let out a sigh of relief and turned to Angela. "It's Booth."

Angela nodded, "I gathered."

Brennan turned her attention back to her phone, "Where are you Booth?"

"I'm in hospital," Booth replied calmly. "Someone crashed into the back of me on the way to the Jeffersonian."

"Are you okay?" Brennan asked quickly.

Angela shot her a worried look.

"Fine," Booth replied. "The paramedics wanted me to go to the hospital to get checked up anyway."

"Why didn't you call me sooner?" Brennan scolded.

"They wouldn't let me," Booth replied. "Can you come pick me up?"

"Why?" Brennan asked.

"Um, hello, Earth to Bones," Booth said. "Someone crashed into the back of me. The entire back half of my car crumpled. It ain't going anywhere any time soon."

"Okay," Brennan agreed.

She found out which hospital he was in and hung up the phone.

"What's happened?" Angela asked.

"Booth was in a car accident, I'm going to go pick him up," Brennan pulled on her coat. "Do you want to come?"

Angela shook her head, "You go ahead, Bren. Hodgins and I will meet you two at the diner for lunch?"

Brennan nodded, "Sure, of course. See you in about an hour then?"

Angela grinned and bounded off. Brennan pulled her keys out of her pocket and made her way to her car.

Booth kicked his legs out. He turned and curled into a ball. Stretched his torso. Frowning he sat upright.

"I agree," said an old woman in the chair next to him.

Booth stared at her, confused, "Agree?"

"Mmm," the woman nodded. "These chairs are really uncomfortable."

"Oh," Booth replied, standing up and moving away.

The doors the the waiting room swung open revealing Brennan, who didn't look very happy.

"Excuse me?" the old woman tugged on Brennan's sleeve. "Have you come to take me home, Agatha?"

"Agatha?" it was Brennan's turn to be confused. "I'm sorry, you must have me confused with someone else. My name is Dr. Temperance Brennan."

The woman pulled back, "Another doctor. No thanks. Please leave me alone."

Brennan side stepped the woman and headed towards Booth.

"Hey Bones," Booth grinned. "Let's roll."

"Roll?" Brennan asked.

"Let's roll, you know," Booth expanded.

Brennan shook her head, "I don't know what that means."

Booth sighed, "Let's go."

As they left the hospital the woman called after them, "Good bye Agatha! Good bye Gilbert! Don't forget to write."

Brennan pulled her car into a spot across from the diner. They both jumped out of the car and crossed the street. Neither Hodgins nor Angela were there yet so they took the booth in the window and ordered their drinks.

"How's Parker?" Brennan asked, trying to start a conversation.

"Good," Booth replied. "I've been teaching him to play hockey like his old man."

"Old man?" Brennan asked.

"Yeah, me, I'm Parker's old man," Booth explained.

Brennan furrowed her brow, "You're not old Booth, you are only five years older than me, and I know I'm not old."

"Thanks Bones," Booth grinned at his partner.

Brennan's furrow grew deeper, "What for? I was only stating a fact."

"Just take the thank you and leave it," Booth replied.

"I don't kno-" Brennan began.

"Hey Booth, Brennan," Angela grinned sitting down. "How are you Booth?"

"Fine," Booth replied, with a big grin to demonstrate his fineness.

"I'm sorry man," Hodgins squeezed in next to Angela. "I heard your car got crumpled. That's the shits."

Booth nodded in agreement. Angela shook her head at them and turned to Brennan.

"Let the boys bond," she grinned. "Let's order, I'm starving."

The women stood and headed to the counter. Brennan ordered salad and chips for herself and Booth, as well as a pie for the latter. Angela got fish and chips for her and Hodgins. When they returned to their table Booth and Hodgins had changed the topic to cars. Brennan and Angela sat and tried to involve themselves in the conversation.

"I have a car," Brennan pushed in bluntly.

Hodgins and Booth turned and blinked at her blankly.

"Sure thing, Dr. B," Hodgins said slowly. "I know you have a car. It's a very nice car."

Brennan smiled, pleased how easily she managed to get herself involved in the conversation.

Angela put in her own bit of the conversation, "Random fact; the fastest time for removing a car engine and replacing it with a new one is forty two seconds. It was a Ford Escort in 1985."

Hodgins nodded, "Great random fact, Angie."

Angela mimicked Brennan's smile, causing the boys to laugh. A waitress arrived and handed them their food.

Booth grinned at the sight of his meal, "Thanks Bones, this is exactly what I wanted."

They had just started to eat when all four phones went off simultaneously.

"Booth."

"Hey."

"Brennan."

"Conspiracy Theorists R Us, how may I help you?"

They listened for a moment, hung up and looked at each other.

"We've got a case." they stated.

Brennan and Booth went to Brennan's car to head out to the crime scene, while Angela and Hodgins headed for the lab.

They arrived at the crime scene in good time. Brennan pulled out her kit and walked over to a large crowd of police officers. Booth followed her, trying to keep up.

One of the police officers signalled at the body, "Some teens doing the naughty found the body."

Booth smiled at the police officer, "Always the story. Dr Brennan and I will take over."

Brennan was kneeling next to the body, "Female, aged approximately 30-35 years, and, oh oh, Booth?"

Booth crouched down next to her, "What's 'oh oh'? I don't like the sound of 'oh oh'."

Brennan pointed at the abdomen, "Foetal bones."

"Shit," Booth stood up. "Right, let's get this body packed up to the Jeffersonian."

Back at the lab, Zack, Brennan, Cam and Hodgins leaned over the body, inspecting everything they could before they began taking it to bits. Hodgins took some scrapings and Cam took some samples. Deciding there wasn't enough tissue left for her, Cam allowed Brennan and Zack the body. Half way through their examination Booth arrived.

"Bones!" he called to her.

Brennan turned to look at her partner, "What is it Booth? I'm kind of busy right now."

Booth beckoned, "Come on, Bones. This is very important, I promise."

Brennan pulled off her gloves and walked off the platform to join Booth.

"Alright?" she said. "What?"

"Hacker wants to see us. He says it's a matter of national security," Booth told her, leading the way to the door.

Brennan smiled, "I'm sure he's just exaggerating."

When they got to Hacker's office they were slightly surprised to see Sweets there.

"Sweets?" Booth asked. "What are you doing here?"

Sweets shrugged, "Deputy Director Hacker asked me to come. Said it's important."

Hacker coughed to get there attention, "I assume you are all wondering why I called you here today."

Brennan nodded, "Yes, I am. I want to get back to my dead body."

"That girl you have on your examining table is part of a series of serial killings." Hacker said.

Booth ground his teeth. Brennan looked at him, she knew he hated serial killers.

Hacker elaborated, "Some sick bastard kills woman in their thirties, who are recently married and pregnant."

"That's sick," Booth murmured.

"The reason I have called you here is that you, Agent Booth, and Doctor Brennan are the best, there's no denying that," Hacker grinned at them. "And I need you to go undercover."