Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters used from Alias or Bones.
Chapter 1: A Crime Scene
Brennan and Booth are sitting in a car. Booth is driving as they discuss the case.
"It looks like we have some big case in L.A. Some freak torched a bunch of people in a secluded shed, just outside of L.A." Booth says.
"And you need me to identify the bodies." She says.
"Lets hope to God, that it isn't as bad as I was told." He says.
"If praying to an imaginary lord-like figure will help you in any-"she starts.
"Bones, please." He says closing his eyes.
They finally got to the destination. Brennan hops out of the car and immediately moves to the trunk of the car. She flips open her laptop.
"Zach, you there?" she says.
"Yes, Doctor Brennan, I analyzed those bone fragments from the Lake Michigan case." He says starring blankly at her.
"You can leave those fro now Zach, now I need you to standby until we find the remains." She says walking away.
Booth was already at the shed, the outside was charred. Ashes by the entrance. He walks forward and Brennan comes up behind him. They both enter through the door. Booth's jaw dropped at the site. He saw particular parts on the floor that were burned, by looking you couldn't tell, but these five burned pieces, were the bodies.
Brennan pulls out her latex gloves and runs towards the nearest corpse. She reaches into her pocket and grabs a Q-tip. Gently rubbing the surface of the skull.
"Male, middle-aged, I would say around 40." She says. Booth looks up. He was in disgust at the site. "Agent Booth, Dr. Brennan." A man says at the shed door.
They both walk out.
"The CIA, would like to take on this case and are dismissing you from this case." The man said.
A car pulls up and out steps a sharp dressed man. He had brown hair and good figure. He approaches them.
"Hi, I'm Agent Vaughn and the CIA has reason to believe that the person who did this was, an old friend of ours." He says.
"If he is known by the CIA, the FBI probably has his file, and is this necessary pulling us from the case." He says immediately turning to the man who called them out. Vaughn rolled his eyes.
"Sorry, but I'm going to have to see some ID or something to share case information with, protocol." Vaughn says smiling.
Booth flipped out his badge with ID under it. Vaughn studies it.
"His name is Julian Sark, ring a bell?" Vaughn says turning and starting to walk into the shed.
"Sort of…" Booth says. "Yeah, we had victim who had a small connection with him. He was in custody at the time." Booth says, quickly speeding behind him.
"Wait, what, who, Shark?" Brennan says following behind.
"My partner here is a forensic anthropologist, she was identifying the bodies, sex and age, but you guys sort of…cut in." Booth says.
"Well if you want to work on this as bad as you sound you do, then why not request collaboration from you superiors." Vaughn says, he wasn't really paying attention. Covenant, he mumbles.
"What did you say?" Booth says.
"Ohh, uh, nothing. So we are gonna need you to y'know, move out." Vaughn says. He was shooing them.
"Wait they can't just kick us out, can they?!" Brennan says, Booth practically had to drag Brennan out of there. She hated being ordered something or bumped from the case by a high authority.
"You know this wouldn't have happened if you didn't have to stop at that fast food place." Brennan said.
"What?" Booth replied. "What does that have to do with anything?" he continued.
"If got here sooner, I could have identified most of the bodies and sent the to the Jeffersonian." She says.
"Oh so this is my fault." He says laughing.
"Well yeah, sort of, and I wouldn't find that funny. I hate the CIA." She says.
"Well I can agree with you on that one, they always, just kick in the door and take the case, get all the glory." He says sighing and starting the car.
"Wait a minute, Booth! We do have a bigger connection to this case, the Gravedigger, he sent a letter to a Julian Sark. Remember when you left without me, to see him a second time. He had a letter." She says getting excited.
She opens the door and runs out toward the shed.
"Bones, wait." He says. He just gets out and runs after her.
He runs up to Vaughn and taps him on the shoulder.
"Hey you, CIA guy."
"What?" he says turning.
"A while back the FBI intercepted a letter to a Mr. Sark. It was from one of our common criminals that are at large. We examined the text he wrote to his first ransom note." She says. It was quite confusing and she could tell Agent Vaughn was lost.
"What?" he says starring blankly and confused at her. Booth finally caught up.
"I'm sorry about her, we are just leaving" he says smiling and grabbing her arm. He pulls and whispers Bones in an embarrassed tone.
"No, Booth, we can get access to the case, if we can at least get the chance to identify just one body, we can see if there was a ransom from the Gravedigger, he and this Sark guy have a history." She says.
"Bones, even if that was true, this isn't the Gravediggers style." He says.
"So what he disappeared and his last ransom came from L.A. We can finally catch him!" she says.
Booth knew after she was kidnapped she wanted to catch him more than anything. Another car pulled up and an older man walked out, also sharply dressed.
"Who these people, Vaughn?" CIA agent Jack Bristow said approaching the group.
"FBI and anthropologist. They are supposed to be off the case, but are insisting a collaboration." He says. Jack rolls his eyes.
He reaches his hand out for a handshake.
"Jack Bristow" he says.
"Seeley Booth." Booth responds.
"Temperance Brennan." Brennan says.
"Temperance Brennan, you wrote a book." Jack says smiling at her. "It was very good." He says keeping his expressionless face still.
"Yeah, I'm…I'm glad you enjoyed it." She says.
"Well, I'll inform Langley of the suggested collaboration. And we will send the evidence back to Marshal for analysis." Jack says pulling out his cell phone and hitting a speed dial.
"You can't take the bodies, we should send them to the Jeffersonian. We have a team of experts there." Brennan says.
"He doesn't mean the corpses, he means the satellite feed. This was no torching or bomb, it was a device that was stolen a while ago, given to a madman, and he is affiliated with a group called the Covenant, if your working with us that name is going to be at the top of your vocabulary." Vaughn says.
"Damn, they probably tested it on some poor souls." Vaughn says turning his head away from the shed.
It was going to be a long night they all thought, but they agreed to pursue the case, together.