The Serial and The Bones
(Bones and Criminal Minds crossover)
"Bones, what's up with all those packages outside your office?" asked Booth. He wasn't sure if Dr. Temperance Brennan had heard him. She was staring at the table filled with bones, waiting for them to talk to her.
"Bones?" asked Booth again. He stood right beside her, trying to understand why those bones were so magnificent.
"I don't like being watched and you know that, Booth!" said Brennan.
"Yeah, I know, but you didn't answer my question."
"Maybe it's because I'm busy, can't you see?" Brennan said, pointing the bones.
"So, I'm going to open those packages," said Booth, walking slowly to Brennan's office. Booth expected she will stop him, but nothing happened.
"Squints" said Booth in a very low voice.
"I heard that" someone said behind Booth. He turned around. It was Hodgins. He was carrying a tray with mud. Booth sighed.
"All of you are squints!" screamed Booth walking backwards. He was on his way out of the lab, but as he passed Dr. Brennan's office he couldn't help to feel a little curious about the packages piled up outside. Booth approached silently. The packages had arrived that day, but Brennan hadn't opened them. Booth thought she wouldn't mind if he opened only one. He bent down and began to tear the wrapping paper. Underneath was a wooden box, much like a coffin, for a moment Booth hesitated but he decided to open the box.
Booth gave a slight jump. Skeletons were common in the lab, but that one had something sinister in what remained of its eyes. Booth looked around; there wasn't anybody who could have seen the contents of the box. He closed it carefully and returned to where Brennan was.
"Hey, Bones, I think you would really like to know what's in those packages."
"Booth, I told you I'm busy" Brennan released with spite. Booth approached her and whispered:
"There are many more of those in the packages."
Brennan looked at him incredulous. She dropped the bone in her hand and ran towards her office. The packages were in sight of all anyone could have opened them.
"Were they opened when you saw them?" Brennan asked, as she removed her latex gloves.
"No, I opened them," answered Booth.
"Them? How many did you open, Booth?"
"Just one!" Booth exclaimed in defense.
Brennan stopped. There they were, cast aside in front of her office.
"Dr. Brennan, at last I find you!" Cam exclaimed in victory.
"Sorry, not now."
"What happened?" asked Cam to Booth.
"Those packages that arrived today. She hadn't opened them, so I took the freedom to do it for her, but they were coffins with skeletons inside" explained Booth.
Cam was surprised. She knelt down next to Dr. Brennan.
"What do we got?" she asked.
"It's male, mid thirties. The bones are extremely clean. I need to carry this remains to the table," said Brennan.
"Consider it done" Cam replied. "Booth, if you will?" she asked, pointing the coffin.
"You're not expecting that I…" Booth didn't finish Cam forced him to help.
"Hey Booth! You look really handsome carrying bones!" Hodgins said to him, laughing very hard.
"Shut up, Hodgins!" shouted Booth, dropping the bones.
"Booth! Could you please be more careful?" Brennan scolded him.
"I'm sorry, it's just I wasn't made for this."
"Dr. Hodgins, instead of laughing, go and bring more bones." Brennan told him.
Hodgins left reluctantly. Wendell made fun of him at the backs of Dr. Brennan.
"So do you, Dr. Bray," Brennan announced. Wendell sighed and followed Hodgins.
Brennan grabbed the skull and tied to analyze it. She turned it over in her hand trying to find something, but it was all clean.
"Cam?" Brennan called.
"Yes?"
"Check if you can do something with the dental records to identify the victim. I'll wait for the other bones to find out something."
"Yeah, I'll do what I can," Cam replied.
"Good."
"Dr. Brennan?" Wendell called.
"What is it?"
"We found a note" said Hodgins. Booth took it and opened it.
"Dr. Temperance Brennan, it's been awhile since one of your books. I hope this humble gift can make you recover the inspiration." Booth read. Brennan snatched the note from his' hands and read it, over and over again.
"There are two skeletons. I think this one is a female, in late forties," explained Wendell. But Brennan wasn't listening. She was barely listening. It was overwhelming. The guy who sent the skeletons was trying to say something to Brennan or he just wanted to have some fun. Brennan was completely sure that those skeletons weren't only for recovering inspiration. It was something else.