Disclaimer: I don't own any show on Fox, ABC, CBS, NBC, USA or any other TV channel. I don't own any music. I do, however, own an iPod that has over 2100 songs on it, along with episodes from NCIS and NCIS: LA, House, Vampire Diaries, CSI: Miami and Bones, and the Twilight movie. Therefore, I win.

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"We have different ways of solving problems."

"Yes, you choose to ignore them."

~Æon Flux~

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Time's gonna warn you with a whisper

What it wants to let you know

You can't live in fear of the things that aren't for sure

So stay alive by playing dead

~Clockwork, Autopilot Off~

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There are three kinds of people in this city.

First, there are the people who could care less about logic if what they do makes sense to them.

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The squadroom was quiet in the early morning, just the four agents who were beyond exhaustion, trying to figure out why the Director had called them in so early in the morning – 04:00.

They got their answer a few minutes later, when Director Vance walked into the squadroom, leading a 20-something year old woman with ridiculously curly dark hair and blue eyes, and a deck of playing cards.

"Agent Gibbs, meet your newest agent. I want her to still be alive by the end of the day." Vance said, then walked away.

"Who are you?" Gibbs asked, looking at the young agent in front of him in confusion. She smiled.

"Elizabeth Michael. But you can call me Lacey. Everyone does." she answered. The other agents were surprised at the accent in her voice. "Director Vance assigned me to your team. Something about me being a probationary agent and experience and a whole lot of other crap that I didn't pay attention to."

"What's with the cards?" Tony finally got over the initial shock and spoke up.

"I'm borderline psychic." the girl stated, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Sure you are." Tony muttered, falling back asleep.

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Second, there's the people who think their logic justifies walking into their best friend's house at 04:00.

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Booth walked out into the living room, completely exhausted. He didn't know what time it was, and he didn't care. All he knew was that he had just heard someone at the front door and that he didn't want a random person stealing anything.

He walked around the corner, still struggling to stay conscious, and froze when he saw who was in his living room.

"Bones!" Booth shouted, startled that his best friend was sitting on his couch, reading, as if she lived there.

"What?" The woman in question looked up, confused.

"What are you doing here?!"

"The radiator in my apartment was broken." She explained, as if it was obvious.

"How did you get in my house?!"

"I used my key."

"Since when do you have a key to my house?!"

"Since my radiator broke."

Booth sighed, then walked back to his bedroom. Minutes later, he returned, dragging the blanket from his bed. He sat down on the couch next to Brennan and wrapped the blanket around her shoulders, muttering to himself all the while that this was all ridiculous.

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Third, there's the psychopaths.

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A/N: Crossovers… they worry me. But anyway, I hope you like this. It's gonna be hell to write. But since I have no life… anyway, I'm going to warn you now that I go off onto tangents with my writing. And I use a lot of music. And I haven't written for Bones before, so if I mess up on anything, tell me. NCIS… I've gone overboard. This is gonna be a long story. Joy.