AN: You know who you are. Are you going to write that crossover or not?
Seeley Booth scowled at the corps. Or what was left of it. The bones looked gnawed on. The tooth marks looked like something right out of a horror movie. Most animals in the area didn't come with teeth that big. Bones was doing her thing and muttering some science mumbo jumbo that went right over Booth's head. Now there was some sort of commotion near the crime scene perimeter. Looked like someone wanted to get in. The uniforms were arguing, and loosing. The man that stepped through looked like someone out of bad movie. Some sort of military coat flapping dramatically behind him and perfectly styled hair. Following him was a brunette in a leather jacket. Booth thought she was hot.
"Hello, I'm Captain Jack Harkness. Thank you for your work so far, but I'm taking over now. Good bye." Booth gaped.
"Yeah? I'm with the FBI. This is my case. I don't care who you are, but I am staying." The look Harkness was giving him made Booth nervous.
"Sorry, but you really have to leave. Say, are you free later on? I now this great bar and you look like someone who knows how to have fun. Bring that nice doctor of yours as well. There's always room for one more." Booth was speechless.
"Stop flirting and get to work, Jack." Hot leather jacket said.
"Aw, come on Gwen, let me have some fun." Harkness whined.
"We don't have time for this, and I think you just broke the nice FBI agent's brain." Gwen replied.
Booth spluttered. Gwen took his arm and led him to the crime scene perimeter. Booth was too flustered to protest much.
The next thing he noticed was Bones driving his car.
"That guy tried to pick me up!"