A/N from Wolfy: This fiction is the brainchild of Goldpiece and myself. I will be doing the majority of the writing, although the ideas are from both of us. And when we say 'Star Trek' we are referring to the original, although at the convention there will be people representing all spin-offs (Star Trek: the Next Generation, Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, Star Trek: Voyager, and Star Trek: Enterprise). Also, the Klingon language that is spoken within is a true language called Klingonese (or tlhIngan Hol in Klingon) with it's own words and grammar. We have tried to the best of our ability to write this language correctly. If you speak Klingon and you find mistakes, please tell us.

Title: The Body at the Convention

Full Summery:

When a Vulcan is found half skinned at a Star Trek convention, Booth, Brennan and the whole Squint Squad is pulled into the strange world of Klingons, star ships and bad clichés. Will they be able to solve the crime before the convention ends and all there suspects leave? Will Booth escape his new admirer? And what happens when there are two Bones?

Rating: T (for now)

Disclaimer: WE don't own BONES, Star Trek or any characters that you recognize. Nor do we own or even know William Shatner (Capt. James T. Kirk), Leonard Nimoy (Spock), DeForest Kelley (Dr. Leonard H. "Bones" McCoy) or James Doohan (Montgomery "Scotty" Scott). We are not making any money from this fiction.

We do, however, own the story line of this fiction.

The plot and all characters that we have created are all

© Wolfmyjic and Goldpiece 2006

Space, the final frontier. These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise. Its 5-year mission: to explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go where no man has gone before.

-Captain James T. Kirk, Star Trek Introduction

Special Agent Seeley Booth walked through the halls of the Jeffersonian. A manila folder in his hands and an amused grin on his face. He strolled through the sliding doors into the lab, and gave a slight wave to Angela, who stood talking to Hodgins. Booth continued his journey through the lab toward his partner, Dr. Temperance Brennan's open door. He stopped at the doorway and watched her fingers fly across her keyboard. When she looked up from her computer screen she saw Booth standing there. His right hand raised up, palm toward her, fingers making a 'V'-thumb, index and middle finger on one side, his other two fingers making the other side of the 'V'. "Live long and prosper," Booth said with a smile.

"I don't know what that means," Brennan replied, her forehead creased with confusion. Booth dropped his hand and shook his head.

"Doesn't surprise me," he told her, coming into her office. He took a seat across from her. "New case. A body was found at a… convention."

"What does that have to do with me?" Brennan asked, dropping her eyes back to the screen.

"Considering that the body was almost completely skinned."

"Skinned?" Brennan quickly interrupted, returning her gaze to Booth.

"Yeah, you know. When the skin is removed from the bone with a knife. Sorta like a rabbit."

"I know what skinned means. What kind of convention?" Booth's smile grew as he reached over and dropped the folder on Brennan's desk.

"A Star Trek convention. Apparently it's the 40th anniversary of the show and there's more than a normal number of gatherings this year."

"Star Trek?"

"Oh, come on Bones, you have to know the show." When Booth was met with a blank look, he threw up his hands. He reached over, took the folder back. "Anyhow, like I was saying, a skinned body was found at a Star Trek convention." He opened the folder and began to read. "A Vulcan body was found with what appears to be a Klingon knife called the Daqtagh. Which is a personal knife that is compact, about 16 inches overall length and quite deadly. It has a primary blade, 9 inches long and 3.25 inches at the widest point, with a complex fore-guard area and a spring-operated secondary blades, which are 3 inches long and 1 inch wide, that acts like a guard." Booth looked up from reading and found Brennan looking at him with an utterly confused look on her face. "Questions?"

"Are you even speaking English any more?" she asked. "I mean, what are you talking about?"

"Just giving you the facts, Bones," Booth said. "Isn't that what you like?" Brennan blinked rapidly at him, making him laugh. "Don't look at me like that, I was just reading what they sent over to me."

"Back to the body, Booth."

"The body was found under a table of Vulcan artifacts. Over half the skin had been removed. The knife was found next to the body."

"Is the body being shipped to us?"

"Not exactly," Booth said. "The local morgue is holding it for us. So, get your stuff, your team and be ready to go in the morning. We're heading out to Virginia."

"The team?" Booth nodded.

"Yup, I want everybody on this and everybody with us."

"We'll be ready."

"Good," Booth said, standing. "Oh, and Bones, let's not tell them what kind of convention."

"Why?" Booth smiled.

"It'll be more fun this way." Brennan watched him leave.

The drive to Virginia was long. Angela, Hodgins and Zack were squeezed into the back of Booth's SVU. Brennan and Booth causally talked about past cases, while the other three argued about space. Finally it got too much. "Okay, kids," Booth scolded. "If you three don't knock it off, I'm going to come back there."

"Yes, Father," Hodgins and Zack replied.

"Really?" Angela asked, earning her harsh looks from the two men beside her. "Will there be spanking too?" Booth threw her a glare and then turned his attention back to the road.

"I knew there was a reason why I don't normally bring the whole Squint Squad out in the field."

"So why did you bring us?" Hodgins asked.

"A few different reasons," Booth started. "But mainly I thought you three would enjoy some fresh air."

"We're not prisoners," Angela shot at him. "We do leave the lab. We do have lives." Booth looked at her in the rear view mirror. "Okay, most of us."

"You didn't have to come."

"Yes we did," Zack said. "Dr. Brennan told us we had to." Booth glanced over at Brennan who suddenly looked out of the window. He gave a low chuckle while he slowed the SUV and turned left onto a side street. After about five minutes, he turned into a parking lot and found an empty spot.

"Everybody out," Booth said. "And follow." Booth and Brennan led the way into the convention center. As they all came to stand by the partners, it was Angela who spoke first.

"Oh, look at all the guys in spandex," she squealed as a large woman in a red jumpsuit caught Booth's attention. The woman gave him a wink before turning the corner.

"They shouldn't make that material in those sizes," Booth said with a shake of his head. "I think I need a drink."

"You know it's all a conspiracy, don't you?" Hodgins said. All around them were men and women and…aliens. Dressed in various colors and uniforms.

"It's the 40th anniversary of the show," Zack told them excitedly.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Booth said. "Welcome to the Star Trek Convention of Virginia."

"Tell me there's a body." Hodgins said. "Tell me you didn't drag us all here for the hell of it."

"Yup," Booth flashed him a smile. "A Vulcan body."

"Really?" Zack asked. Booth looked over at him with a raised eyebrow.

"You're a little too excited," Hodgins said, placing a hand on the younger man's shoulder.

"Like I was saying, a Vulcan body was found yesterday morning."

"And this involves us, how?" Angela asked.

"It was skinned." Everybody let out a soft 'o'. "Excuse me," Booth said, as a tall man with dark skin walked by. The man turned to look at the agent, who took a half step back.

"HIja'," the man said. Booth took in the man's face with its large black eyes and ridges across the fore head.

"Do you know where the Vulcan artifact table is?"

"HIja'," the man said again. Booth drew his brows together. He was about to say something when Zack stepped forward.

"nuqneH," Zack said. Booth watched and listened as Zack had a conversation with the man with the strange words. Finally, Zack turned and looked at Booth. "He's a Klingon," Zack informed the agent. "He says that the Vulcan artifact table is roped off by the police but if we follow him, he'll take us there."

"How do you know that?" Booth asked. Zack blushed.

"I speak Klingon." Booth rolled his eyes.

"Great, a Trekkie Squint."

There you have it and we both hope you like it.

There WILL be BB action later on in this fic. We aren't sure how much, but we know there will be SOME!

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Wolfy, Goldpiece, and Branwen