AN-

Natalie- Ello! Welcome to the grand opening of our epic MR/Bones XOver!

Adriana- Oh yes. It's the very epic and incredibly well planned out fic written by the both of us. It involves messed up and confsing romances, and dead people and.. well, if I keep going, I might give way the plot

Natalie- We wouldn't want to do that now, would we? This first chapter, written by moi, is introducing the case, so it's mostly Bones characters.

Adriana- And I'm writing the other one, which is more MR centered. We'll switch off every other chapter, so we both have an equal share. Except for the epilogue, which I think we should noth do together. What to you think, Nat?

Natalie- I certainly agree, Ana. Since you know more about MR than I, and I'm more Bones centered, the epilogue should be intermixed. Thats a job for the both of us!

Adriana- Okay. So, without further ado, we introduce our crossover, Fallen Angels!

Natalie- drum roll please.....

Oh, and before we forget-

DISCLAIMER- We do not own either Bones, or the Maximum Ride series. Other than the merchandise given out by either publishers/Fox company, which of both we own plenty. :D

Chapter 1-

"Bones, we got a case!" Booth announced as he entered Brennan's office.

"Alright, where are we going?" Brennan questioned, logging off her computer.

"Middle of nowhere, just on the outskirts of D.C. Sounds fishy doesn't it?" Booth answered raising his eyebrows playfully.

"If it is a homicide, obviously they didn't succeed in concealing the body if we are about to leave to examine it." Brennan replied rolling her eyes. "Can I drive?"

" Nope! My car, so I get to drive!"

****

"Wow, that's kind of small, isn't it?" Booth asked Brennan as they approached the remains at the crime scene.

"I'd have to say approximately eight to ten years old, male, and about four foot five judging by the height of the femur," Brennan rattled off while Booth took notes in his black book. "The rate of decomp. suggests he's been dead about a year…….something's off about this skeleton….."Brennan's voice trailed off and a look of disbelief an interest appeared on her face.

"What's wrong?" Booth asked. She ignored him and pulled a brush out of her bag. She carefully, but quickly brushed off all the excess dirt that surrounded the remains.

"Booth, you're not going to believe this." Brennan said slowly, shocked.

"What?" He leaned closer to get a better look the victim to see what Brennan found so interesting. In her fingers was a decomposed but still very recognizable white feather, seemingly connected to a strange array of bones

'Wings."

******

Hodgins, Cam, Angela, Dr. Brennan, and Wendell were all gathered around the silver autopsy table, examining the remains.

"Angela, the skull is in tact so it shouldn't be hard to do a facial reconstruction. Booth needs an ID as soon as possible." Brennan stated.

"Of course Bren, I'll get right on it." Angela said studying the skull, sketch pad in hand.

"There's not that much tissue left, but I found air sacs." Cam announced puzzled.

"Air sacs, like in birds?" Wendell questioned.

"These bones are definitely human, but much less dense than they should be, consistent with Avian skeletons. Also, these 'wing bones' extending from the Thoracic Vertebrae in-between the T1 and T12 are like those of a Hawks." Brennan explained pointing at the remains.

"That's not all; when I pulled particulates, I found white and brown feathers." Hodgins added.

"There's no clear cause of death, but lots of evidence of previous breaks and injuries, none professionally treated. It appears the victim was tortured before time of death. Wendell you can clean the bones now." Brennan instructed.

A lab tech walked onto the platform and handed Cam a file. "It's the results emergency blood test I ran. This victim isn't completely human…."

"Well, obviously. I mean, the kid's got wings." Booth said with a slight incredulous tone.

Cam rolled for eyes at Booth and turned back to the report. "The victims blood shows that he's only 98% human. The other 2% is Avian."

Booth turned to the squints, who were still digesting this new information. "Great. Looks like we have a fallen angel in our hands."

****

Wendell finished cleaning the bones. He and Dr. Brennan began their more intensive examination of the remains.

"This is an amazing specimen." Brennan stated in awe as she went over the wings.

" I've never seen so many injuries on a child this young before. Or wings of course. His wingspan had to be at least eight to ten feet wide. It appears this child was caged for many years, suffered many broken bones, some broken several times, and there's also signs of malnourishment." Wendell observed.

" I concur. Do you see these dimple marks here and here." Brennan asked Wendell pointing to said marks on the humorous.

"Yeah, they're like tiny puncture marks. About the size of a needle."

"Precisely. I believe the Victim was injected with some kind of poison or toxin. The needle was pushed in so deep, it punctured the bone. Some of them have been there longer than others. I believe this one here," Brennan explained pointing out the anomalies as she went, " was the most recent. We need to have Cam do a tox screen."

" But why would someone want to kill an eight-year old half boy-half bird kid?"

"Because it's a government cover-up!!!!" Hodgins exclaimed.

"Jack, you think everything's a government conspiracy theory." Angela interjected.

"Think about it! The government is performing secret, off the radar experiments in genetic engineering. One of their little experiments goes wrong…and here we are." Hodgins raved.

"You know, he may have something." Booth added, a little unsure.

"Ha! Someone finally agreed with me!" Hodgins gloated holding up his hand to high- five Booth.

"Whoa, hold on, I said 'may'; don't get all crazy squinty on me." Booth quickly stated backing away.

"I have a face." Angela announced holding up he sketch pad. The eight year old boy had a round face. He was cute, yet had a slight sense of maturity.

The sliding glass doors whooshed open. The squints and Booth turned to see the what all the commotion was. A middle-aged man with somewhat graying brown hair, black rimmed glasses, and a mustache was quickly making his way towards the platform. When he saw the sketch pad, he stopped dead in his tracks.