"Buried Dreams" prologue

By Rita Widmer

Disclaimer: I don't own "Bones" or the book series.

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: Booth and Brennan

Summary: When the CIA wants Dr. Temperance Brennan to work a case for them. Where will it lead? Can one body really change the world and history as we know it?

Author's note: This is my first attempt at "Bones" fanfic, and could be part of a series if people enjoy this one. I got the idea originally from a "Bones" fanfic writer who tried to tell me in her story that basically Brennan's work is boring unless she is working with the FBI. Being a historian, I couldn't let it go. This is my story of one old dead body that will lead the gang down a very mysterious and maybe dangerous road.

Feedback: I love it, and keep me going. Constructive criticism is welcome, but no character bashing please.

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Temperance Brennan's hand clasped tightly around her recorder as she spoke out loud her original findings on the body that lay out before her. There was nothing out of the ordinary about the body that she could find, but nothing could have been further from the truth.

"Caucasian male, approximate age between 25-35 years old, damage to left knee possibly from a gunshot wound. Surgery on wound looks poorly done probably not a professional. Signs of starvation and claw marks on bones across the body meaning he wasn't originally buried. I'm still unclear on the cause of death."

"Cam says you are going to owe her," said Booth, interrupting her.

"I'm allowed three deviances a week. This was my first one," smiled Tempe.

"And the week only began."

"If I have it my way, she won't be around."

"I thought you two were getting along."

"As long as she stays out of my way."

"Bones, give her a chance. She's good at her job, and she's not a bad person."

"Because she agrees with you. Now what did you want?"

"We aren't going there," said Booth, handing her a case folder. "I need you on this case."

"Can't. This body will be taking up all of my time. Ask Cam to help you out. She'll be free for awhile."

"Who cares about some 500 year old body when we've got a murderer?"

Before Tempe could speak, they were interrupted. "I thought after 9/11 the CIA and the FBI were supposed to be communicating," asked Jack.

"Unless I've been transferred to counter- terrorism department, I stay out of the CIA's way and they stay out of mine. What has the CIA got to do with this old body anyways?" When he stopped waiting for an answer, he realized the snake-eyes were out and directed at Hodgins.

Turning to Booth, Tempe said, "You already know too much. Now you need to leave, Booth."

"I'm going to find out what's going on here. I'll be back."

He never heard her whispered, "Good."

TBC…(Next part is already written, review and let me know you like it to get it sooner)