A/N: Hey, I decided that I should write a story involving Bones and NCIS, due to their similar purposes. However, i have not watched all of Bones so this story is set about mid 4th season, NCIS really doesn't matter. Anyway, I'm not really sure if I should finish this one or not, so give me some info. Hope you enjoy...
Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS or Bones
Chapter 1
Special agent Timothy McGee rolled over to look at his alarm clock. 5:11 AM. He hadn't been able to sleep well that night and decided it would be best to just give up and go to work a little early. He knew this decision would cause him grief from his co-worker and friend special agent Anthony Dinozzo, however he did it anyways.
McGee walked over to his kitchen and routinely poured himself a bowl of cereal and a glass of milk.
As he sat down to enjoy his nice bowl of sugar covered wheat, he thought about all he had been through during his time working for NCIS. He had at first not been part of Gibbs famous team, but to his surprise at the time, Gibbs took a liking to him and had made him part of the team.
He had had to deal with the death of one of his partners, and develop a new relationship with Ziva David.
Most of all he had dealt with being called "Probie" for about six years. Now all of that led up to him sitting at his dinner table eating cereal. It seemed to him that the last six or so years had been wasted on him. He was in the same position he was in five years ago with the exception of his promotion to actual field agent.
As he came to the end of his bowl of flakes he quickly drank the remaining milk, went over to the sink and washed it out. Then he grabbed his keys and headed for his car.
It was still dark outside as McGee threw open the door to his vehicle and started the engine. It warmed up with a loud pure. He then backed up into the street, switched the car into drive and started down the road.
The drive from his house to NCIS wasn't long and he would be there in no time, however he was in no rush.
McGee loved his job, don't be mistaken, but the fact still remained that he hadn't come very far. He had solved cases, sure. He had become closer with his co-workers, yeah, but he still lived in the same house with almost the same cash and the same car. He wasn't even seeing anyone, and when he did it normally didn't last longer than a couple of weeks.
McGee was going through a mid-life crisis.
"Great," he thought to himself, "I'm old now too."
FBI agent Seeley Booth woke up smiling. He just had a feeling that today was going to be a good day. He sprung out of bed and quickly got changed, the same suit he always wore with his multi-colored socks and his "Cocky" red belt buckle.
He then cooked himself a couple pieces of toast, and some eggs, humming to himself as he worked, which was a rare occurrence for the agent. After the eggs were done he settled down and took his time going about eating his breakfast.
It was going to be a beautiful day, the sun was rising and it cast its rays of light across the entire DC area. This warm sunny day welcomed Booth as he walked out of his house to his car. The birds were beginning to sing. Booth's mood grew even more as this scene was displayed in front of him.
He started up his car and went along his way to work, where surely Bones and her team would eagerly be dissecting human remains and/or waiting for him to bring them some human remains.
It was going to be a great day...
