A/N: Criminal Minds and Bones are my two favorite TV shows and I'm so happy to bring them together for this story. I hope you all enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing it. I do not own Bones or Criminal Minds or any of the characters in this chapter.

Dr. Temperance Brennan and Special Agent Seeley Booth sat at their usual table at the Royal Diner, but it wasn't a typical day. There was no witty banter, no scarfing down chili cheese fries, and no friends meeting them there. They were working a case, but it was proving to be a difficult one. Booth knew without a shadow of a doubt that DC had a serial killer, possibly on the verge of a psychotic break. Brennan, or 'Bones' as Booth had nicknamed her, had found no evidence of the homicides being linked. She knew that Booth was sure about this, but with no evidence, she was at a loss for what to do next.

Booth finally spoke, interrupting the long silence. "I think we need some help with this one."

"What do you mean, Booth?" Brennan asked. "Who can help us?"

Booth stared off into space for a few minutes before finally answering. "I need to make a phone call."

Booth stood up abruptly and Brennan stared after him, thoroughly confused. She knew this was a rough case, but her partner was taking it especially hard. It hadn't helped at all that the killer (or killers) seemed to be taunting them specifically. This wasn't the first time that had happened, but it was the first time the team had gone a solid month without any leads. Bodies had been popping up all over the place, seemingly presenting themselves to Booth and Bones. Some were recently murdered and some had been dead for months. There were a total of twelve victims so far, and though they had found nothing tying the victims together, Booth was convinced these were serial murders. He even suggested that this killer was only preparing for his ultimate targets, himself and the team at the Jeffersonian. Brennan knew there was no way they could know that, but she still felt a bit uneasy about the whole situation. Maybe Booth was right; they did need help. But help from who? They were the best at what they did and everyone knew it.

Brennan's thoughts were interrupted when Booth came back to their table. He dropped a twenty next to the giant plate of uneaten fries and looked at Brennan.

"I'll meet you back at the Jeffersonian in an hour," he told her and headed for the door.

"Booth, wait!" she called after him, but it was too late.

She couldn't believe he had forgotten he'd driven her to the diner. Feeling slightly abandoned, Brennan pulled out her cell phone and called Dr. Cam Saroyan. The confusion in Cam's eyes was evident when she picked Brennan up from the diner, but the forensic anthropologist said nothing.

Some time later, Brennan was deep in thought in her office at the Jeffersonian when Angela Montenegro, her best friend, walked in.

"Booth is here," Angela told her. "He has a bunch of people with him."

Brennan gave Angela a confused look, but her friend just shrugged. She stood and followed Angela out of her office and down to the forensic platform.

"Dr. Brennan," a small blonde woman stepped away from the group to greet her, shaking her hand. "I've read all your books. I'm Agent Jennifer Jareau with the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit."

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