I got this idea after watching the Crossing Jordan season finale last night (Sunday, 10pm on NBC, 5/7). You'll have to know what happened to get the story. This is a crossover between Crossing Jordan and Bones, which I got because Bones is set in DC, and Jordan went to DC at the end of the episode, and besides, Temperance and Jordan are both pretty stubborn, hot-headed, and independent. I though they'd get along.

Spoilers: Crossing Jordan season 5 finale.

Disclaimer: Obviously, I don't own them. I wouldn't be posting here or be in school if I did.

Note: This story is as of yet untitled. If you've got any suggestions, please let me know!

Chapter 1

Temperance Brennan rubbed the back of her neck as she walked up to her apartment door. It'd been an exhausting day at the Jeffersonian. All the same, her alertness hadn't diminished. The hairs at the back of her neck prickled as she felt more than heard the presence of someone behind her. Stopping in front of her door, she suddenly brought her elbow back and heard the satisfying "OOUF!" of the air being driven out of the would-be burglar as her elbow sank into his stomach. Whipping around, Temperance shoved the stranger against the wall and cocked a fist.

WHOA! Whoa! Hold up!" he wheezed, in a decidedly female voice.

Temperance blinked in sudden recognition.

"Jordan?"

"Yeah. It's me."

Finally catching her breath, Jordan looked up and Temperance got a good look at her face. Jordan looked absolutely exhausted, and her expression was haunted and angry.

"Sorry. I though you were a burglar or something."

"No harm done. Really." Jordan managed a weak smile.

"What brings you here?"

"Guess you haven't heard the news?"

"I've been at the lab all day. Why don't you come in and tell me about it?"

Jordan nodded, and Temperance unlocked the door. The two women entered and Temperance offered Jordan some water, which she accepted.

Jordan Cavanaugh, a medical examiner with the Boston M.E.'s office, had met Temperance Brennan, a forensic anthropologist during a case that they had worked on together. The women bonded over their mutual hard-headedness and kept in touch after the case was over.

Settling down on the couch, Jordan told Temperance about being framed for Pollack's murder, confronting the bartender, her suspicions about Judge Gordon, and being a fugitive. Temperance stared at her, stunned.

"Wow. I can't beat that one."

It has been an ongoing joke that they compared escapades, as both women had some outrageous experiences due to their stubborn independence.

"I think I've even outdone myself." Jordan said wryly.

"So what's next?"

Jordan sighed. "I don't know. It was all spur of the moment you know, I was just so angry that I went and confronted that bartender without even thinking about it, and then when he was gunned down in front of me and the gunman started shooting at me, I just ran. The first thing I thought of was to go down to DC and get a gun and find that sonofabitch judge and make him confess, and I got to the gun part, but I finally calmed down enough to realize that won't work at all, and the only place I could think of to go to was yours and …." Jordan was going a mile a minute and was getting close to hysterical.

"Hey, hey, Jordan! Slow down! I'm sure we can think of something." Temperance put a hand on Jordan's arm to calm her down.Both women sat in silence for a while.

"Maybe I can get Booth to help us, check into this Judge Gordon or something…"

"NO! I mean, he's an FBI agent and I'm a fugitive wanted for probably two murders now and I've crossing state lines, so he'd probably arrest me."

"I trust Booth. And believe I won't let him arrest you. Plus, he's the only one that can get access to the files we'll probably need."

Taking a deep breath, Jordan nodded. "All right. We can talk to him."

"Do you have a place to stay?"

"No. I hadn't thought that far ahead."

"You can stay here for the night. Take my room, I'll sleep on the couch." Temperance offered.

"No, I couldn't take your room. I'll just camp out here on the couch."

Knowing Jordan was in no state to argue, Temperance acquiesced and went to get some sheets for Jordan.

Having showered and dressed in a borrowed t-shirt and shorts from Temperance, Jordan lay in her makeshift bed and pulled the blankets over herself. Resting for the first time in hours, Jordan finally broke down. The reality of the situation overwhelmed her and the tears started to fall. Seeing her friends shoulders shaking under the blanket, Temperance sat down next to Jordan and held her hand, comforting her until she fell into an exhausted sleep. Quietly, Temperance slid her hand out from Jordan's and padded back to her bedroom to ponder the bizarre set of circumstances that had led Jordan to DC and her apartment and how she was going to persuade Booth to help her.

Hours later, Temperance was awakened by a scream.

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