I thought I would try to write a sequel to "Castor and Pollux". You do not have to read that story to read this one. The only information you need to know is Seeley Joseph Booth and Leroy Jethro Gibbs are second cousins (or to be technical, first cousins once removed). Hank Booth and Jackson Gibbs are identical twins. "Castor and Pollux" showed you how Booth and Gibbs reconciled some family differences and became friends.
A/N: this story is AU and takes place after The Nail in the Coffin and before The Recluse in the Recliner.
I don't own Bones or NCIS.
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Stepping up to the ATM machine located in an alcove in front of the National Capital Bank on Pennsylvania Avenue, Tony was relieved to be out of the rain even if it was temporary. The blue awning overhead prevented most of the rain from pounding on him for which he was grateful. In no hurry, the NCIS agent pulled his wallet out of his slacks pocket, retrieved his debit card and inserted it into the reader. After requesting sixty dollars from the automated banker, the machine thought about it and opened a small slot, presenting three crisp twenty dollar bills for his pleasure. Taking the money, he was waiting for his receipt to print when his body was assaulted by a blast of heat and broken bricks. Thrown back onto the sidewalk, Tony barely registered the rain soaking his body before he passed out.
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As he arrived at the crime scene, Booth was aware of the controlled chaos playing out around him. After parking across the street from the bank, he hurried across the grassy median trying to dodge the trees planted in the center dripping water on his head and shoulders. Entering the street in front of the bank, he walked carefully, trying to avoid the broken bits of brick and wood strewn about. As he got closer, he heard Cam calling to Hodgins who was standing near the Jeffersonian's mobile lab, parked in the driveway leading into a parking lot next door.
Following the sound of her voice, he found the coroner and Brennan studying the charred remains of a car resting in the drive-thru lane next to the bank. The damage to the building next to the car was quite extensive. A hole gaped in the building where the drive-thru used to be. The damage extended to the ATM machine located just a couple of feet around the corner from the drive-thru.
Careful of his footing as he moved closer, Booth observed that the ceiling above the drive-thru had extensive damage and one of the columns across from where the drive-thru window used to be was also damaged. Pointing to the column and then the roof, Booth voiced his concern."Don't you think it would be wiser to have this area shored up before you mess around in here?"
Hodgins glanced up at the mess while he approached the charred car. "It should be safe enough. I looked it over and most of the damage is to the ceiling right above the car, the tellers area and one of the columns was damaged. Everything that was going to fall on the car already has. It should be okay for now. Everyone in the building was evacuated."
Slowly checking his notes, Booth read out what he'd written so far. "It was reported that the two bank clerks in the drive thru teller area were killed. The driver obviously was killed, one bank clerk and one customer were killed in the lobby of the bank with three injured customers there and four people were injured outside the bank."
Grimly, Cam looked at the agent. "The driver was alone in the car. We're trying to extract the body now. Once that's done, we'll have the car prepared to be taken to the Jeffersonian. They want us to work as fast as possible. A building engineer took a look at the damage and he isn't very happy with the damaged column contrary to what Dr. Hodgins says."
Booth nodded his head and pointed at the crispy corpse. "So Bones, cause of death was being blown up . . . right?"
Shrugging her shoulders, Brennan continued to study the body. "Since the body has been dismembered and is scattered throughout the car it makes inspection of the body very difficult."
Slightly irritated, Booth tapped a pen against a note card. "Come on Bones . . . bomb . . . body in bits, he was blown up."
Unable to prevent it, Cam rolled her eyes at his impatience. "I'd hazard a guess that that is what killed the victim, but we'll probably know for sure once we get the body to the lab and run some tests."
Aware the everyone hated to jump the gun, Booth had to accept that they wouldn't commit to cause of death now. Amused, he shook his head and made a few notes on his cards. His name being called from the front of the bank, Booth turned to see Agent Shaw standing in front of two NCIS agents out near the driveway entrance. Curious, he moved away from his team and back out into the gentle rain. "What can I do for you?"
Pointing at his chest, one of the agents introduced himself. "I don't know if you remember me, Agent Booth. I'm with NCIS, Agent Timothy McGee." Pointing to the agent standing next to him, McGee continued, " This is Agent Eleanor Bishop. We work for Agent Jethro Gibbs."
Well aware who he was, Booth glanced at Bishop and then back at Tim. "I remember who you are, Agent McGee. What can I do for you?"
A little nervous, McGee licked his lips. "NCIS wants jurisdiction. One of our agents was hurt in the blast and one of the fatalities inside of the bank was a Lance Corporal in the Marines."
"Not going to happen McGee." Booth slowly shook his head. "I can't let that happen. The car that carried the bomb is registered to the personal assistant of Congressman Winters. This is not a Navy case."
Confident he was right, McGee looked around and then back at Booth. "A marine and an NCIS agent makes it an NCIS case, Agent Booth. You're people need to step aside."
Booth pointed down the street. "Nope . . . I'm going to have to ask you and Agent Bishop to go back to your van and go home. The FBI has jurisdiction, it's our case."
The thought of backing down didn't settle with Bishop and she knew her Boss wasn't going to back down. With a slight grin, she pointed up the street. "Agent Gibbs will probably insist on jurisdiction, Sir."
Glancing back up the street, Booth saw his cousin rapidly approaching. "He can insist all he wants. This is an FBI case."
Silent, McGee and Bishop remained where they were. Booth, waiting for Gibbs to arrive, watched his partner crawl out of the car and attempt to wipe a piece of soot from her cheek, spreading it across her face and towards her ear. Amused, Booth watched as Cam pointed towards Brennan's face and watched as his wife tried to wipe off the soot only to make it worse.
"Booth, I'm claiming jurisdiction." Angry, Gibbs glared at the FBI Agent and pointed at the ATM machine. "One of my agents was hurt when the bomb went off. I have a dead marine in the bank. That makes this my case."
Amused, Booth shook his head. "I'll see your agent and Lance Corporal and raise you with one Congressional personal assistant and several bank employees. My case Jethro."
Frustrated, Gibbs complained fairly loudly. "Bullshit, my Agent is the high card, Booth. This is my case. Stand down . . . now!"
Annoyed, Booth shook his head once more. "This isn't a pissing contest, Jethro. Until I hear different, this is my case. NCIS is not needed." Waving to two agents standing near the drive-thru, Booth called out to them. "Please escort these fine NCIS agents to their van. They're leaving now."
As he watched the agents approach, Gibbs made a promise to his cousin. "This isn't over, Booth."
Shrugging his shoulders, Booth smiled at his irate cousin. "Oh, I know." He watched his cousin and his agents escorted away, sighed and walked back over to where the contested car was. "Okay, we need to hurry as fast as we can without compromising evidence. We need to get the car and the body back to the Jeffersonian as fast as possible. NCIS is trying to claim jurisdiction."
Annoyed, Brennan pointed to the charred corpse. "This is clearly an FBI case."
He agreed with her one hundred percent. Booth glanced towards the front of the bank and then back. "Yeah, you know that and I know that, but Jethro doesn't. He's going to try to grab the case so if we have the body and the car at the Lab it will make it harder for him to do it."
Whistling, Cam waved over several FBI techs and gave instructions to have everything moved as quickly but as carefully as possible to the Jeffersonian.
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