I'm sooo sorry people! I know that I already wrote this, but when I read this, I realized that I totally messed up on one of the chapters! Sorry! I know now that this story seemed a bit confusing, so I fixed it!
Okay, so this is a Bones/Angel crossover. This takes place after Angel season 5 and during the (almost) beginning of Bones season 3. I hope you can enjoy this!
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"Oh, bullocks," Spike got out of bed and slipped on his shirt. He saw a light from the other room of the abandoned building in which belonged to Illyria.
"What are you doing, pet?" He asked rubbing his eyes as Illyria clicked the mouse of the computer.
"I am trying to locate where Angel might be by using this box as a resource." She answered, still not keeping her eyes off the screen.
Spike rolled his eyes. It has been almost four complete years since the great battle in L.A. He and Illyria survived through it, but there was no sign of Angel anywhere. Spike checked if he had a heartbeat, which he didn't, and cursed.
"Stupid ponce got away with my humanity!" Spike growled as Illyria searched for Angel under any demon body parts.
"He should be here if you don't have a heartbeat, I assure you." Illyria said after she dropped an arm of what seemed either human or demon.
Injured, Spike tried to take an arrow out of his left side. "The bleeding bastard's not gonna get away with it. I'll find Captain Forehead and rip his heart out. It's just not fair!"
"Stop whining. The last thing I need is a British vampire crying over what has been an oportunity lost." Her blue eyes scanned the surface and a flash of memory of Wesley came back.
"I am not finished greiving. I wish to do more damage."
"Now, hold on, pet. I don't think I can afford another arrow on me. Let's just find a place we can stay and maybe we'll find Angel another time. I'd like to give him a piece of my mind." Spike gestured Illyria, who reluctantly gave up and found a place to stay in the meantime.
Four years and no Angel. Illyria seemed to forget that in this world, it is easy for someone to die. Spike closed the laptop. "Illyria, we need to talk, love." She stared at him for a while and nodded.
"I don't think the ponce made it. Angel-- I mean. It's been four bloody years!"
"You clearly have forgotten the meaning of 'champion', Spike. Angel did not condemn me...at the end...and so now, I do not give up on him now." She opened the laptop again and surfed through the web. Spike walked out of the room and went to the "kitchen" which was just a spot in the corner with a fridge and a cooler. He opened the cooler and took out a beer. The faint memories of 2004 passed by. Gunn. Wesley. Cordelia. Lorne. Fred...And last but not least...Angel. He hated the vampire as much as the next guy, but part of him missed him. He missed the way they used to bicker and how Spike would always get a good come-back on Angel. Come to think of it, they haven't even settled on their arguement of the year. Who won anyway? Cavemen or astronauts? 'Oh well. I guess I'll never get the chance to say that cavemen won.' He thought. Then he looked at Illyria and sighed. 'Fred. Sweet, innocent Fred. Look what happened to you. You are now a demon with memories.' Then he remembered Gunn and Wesley. Gunn was a really independent man and he gave him props for that. Wesley was almost the same in the end. He used to be geeky and awkward, but he later evolved into a strong-willed British man. Just like the once cheerleader of Sunnydale. Cordelia turned into a much more matured person after all she's gone through with Angel. Lorne left without a saying to the whole group, but Spike knew that Angel was aware of it. Lorne wasn't a fighter. Everybody knew it. Which is why he left. All the Champions were gone except for the ones who where the last to join. Spike and Illyria.
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Seeley Booth woke up in the morning with a headache. 'Oh, I shouldn't have drunk too much with Bones!' Last night, Booth and Temperance Brennan, who he nicknamed "Bones" because of her being an anthropologist, drank alchohol beverages after their hard day at work. He had had a conversation with her about how much he knows about her. Her favorite color was turquoise, she loved dolphins, and her favorite planet was Jupiter and favorite flower was a daisy. It all came a surprise to her when she tried to change her password and Booth knew every single try she attempted. He and Bones didn't drink enough to get drunk, but it sure gave them bad headaches in the morning.
Booth got out of bed and checked on his son, Parker, in the other room. He was sound asleep and he would most likely have to wake up in half an hour or so to go to school. Booth went to the kitchen and made some coffee. He looked at the time and figured to drop Parker off at his mom's since it was her turn to take care of him. He woke his son up and made him get ready. 'This is gonna be a long day.' He thought as he took an Advil and got ready for work.
When Booth got to work, Cullen told him that he could have the day off since there were no cases.
"Thank you, sir." Booth smiled and went off his way. He wanted to pay a visit to a special anthropologist of his.
Bones stood hunched over a skeleton of a female victim. The victim was age 20, caucasion, and loved to play tennis. Booth slipped in his Jeffersonian card and stepped inot the platform.
"Hey, Bones!" Booth greeted, flashing his "charm" smile.
Bones didn't look up to see it, but she knew it was there. "What do you want, Booth? Cullen called and said there were no cases today."
"He called? Oh, well, I'm bored. Wanna grab a bite to eat? Or should I bring tai fu?"
"Booth, we're going to get fat if you keep bringing tai over. Plus, I have work to do."
"Aw. Come on, Bones! You always have to do work! Take a day off!"
"You know I can't--"
"It's not going anywhere--"
" 'She' is not going anywhere."
"Have you found out what happened to her?"
"Yes--"
"Okay, then. You don't have to do anything else. Let Zach take care of it."
Bones was getting annoyed. "Booth--" Zach came in and Booth called out to him. "Hey, Zach! How about you take care of the victim for Bones here, hmm?"
Zach, who was very intimidated by Booth, nodded. Booth turned to Bones and smiled. "See? Now will you please come with me to have some lunch?"
Bones stared, but soon gave in. 'Damn that adorable charm smile.'
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Spike and Illyria have traveled all over the world in different spots when they could. Now, they were about to pick their next stop.
"Maybe we should go to Europe." Illyria suggested.
Spike stopped walking when he heard her say that. "Umm...how about Washington DC? I hear it's loaded with vamps."
"We'll see later. I want to go to Europe."
"But Illyria, I can't go to Europe!"
"Why not?"
"Because...Buffy's there. If she finds me, she'll slay me!"
"Then let her have fun. Spike, you must face your fear because we are going to Italy, whether you like it or not."
Illyria started walking and disguised herself as Fred to get tickets for them while Spike sat somewhere where there was no sun.
When she went back to Spike, she had a glum look on her face.
"What?" Spike asked.
"They were out of tickets for Italy, so I got some for Washington DC."
Spike smiled with victory. "Then let's get out of here, pet!"
A few hours later, Spike an Illyria arrived at their destination and they booked a hotel for them. Meanwhile, Spike decided to go around. Take a look at the place. He told Illyria that he will meet her at some diner nearby. He walked through the shadows ad shade, trying to avoid the sun and saw a newspaper stand under a tree. He picked up a newspaper and read it.
'Special Agent Seeley Booth and famous anthropologist Temperance Brennan found bone parts of different victims and now found one victim so far...'
Spike read more and then snorted. 'What kind of bloody name is ''Seeley Booth''?!' He looked up and saw Illyria coming towards him.
"Why aren't you inside the diner? Have you found something?" She asked.
"No, but look at this name. 'Seeley Booth'." He laughed as he showed it to her. Illyria didn't show amusement but turned the pages and almost gasped.
"What? Illyria? What--?" Spike looked at the shocked Illyria as she held onto the picture of Seeley Booth and Temperance Brennan.
"Angel..." Illyria stared at the picture of the man that looked like Angel. Spike, too, stared at it.
"What the bloody hell is going on? He must be a demon portraying on Angel's skin! I knew there was something funny about his name!"
"Where can we find him?" Illyria asked.
Spike's eyes trailed off into the diner. "I don't think we need to look for him any longer." He pointed at the window where the man, Seeley Booth, sat in the sunshine next to a beautiful woman with auburn hair. He was smiling and talking to her while eating a piece of pie.
"That is strange behavior. He is smiling and...talking...to another human being as if though he knew her a while! This is not Angel." Illyria squinted at the image of the man.
"Yeah. Angel's more of a brooding type. Talk about anti-social, too. It must be a demon. The woman must be her." Spike pointed at Temperance Brennan in the picture next to Booth.
"She doesn't know what she's getting into. We must save her before that demon gets to her." Illyria glared at the image Seeley Booth and Temperance Brennan at the diner.
