I don't own Bones. Never have. If I ever do, Bones and Booth will live happily ever after and Hodgins and Angela will have the cutest quarter-asian/half-Hodgins baby in the world.
I don't own CSI. Never have. If I ever do, Gil Grissom will return to the show and be the most attractive man on television and Sara Sidle (hyphen Grissom?) will be the coolest vegetarian on television (like she is now, so no change there.)

Vegas

Doctor Albert Robbins looked down at the body on his table. He was never happy to see a "patient" in his line of work, but the lovely woman that lay peacefully awaiting autopsy made him especially somber.

She was a Jane Doe found starved to death in a nice hotel room on the strip and he couldn't think of what he found so troubling about her. He tried to tell himself that she was just another model that had taking her anorexia too far but he knew that wasn't it. It was true, she was beautiful but not in the hard, cruel way that was the style these days. She had a clean beauty. There was no evidence of plastic surgery. With only a clear coat of polish, her nails gave no impression of being professionally manicured. Her face was so familiar. He knew that he'd seen her before. Who was she?

"We got a match on her fingerprints." Doc Robbins started. He'd been so deep in thought that he hadn't heard his friend enter the morgue. He looked up at Dr. Gil Grissom and drew his eyebrows together.

"Who is she?"

"I had an excuse not to recognize her," Grissom said, "but I'm surprised at you. The most brilliant forensic anthropologist the world has yet to know and you didn't?"

"Dr. Temperance Brennan is on my table." It wasn't a question. He looked down at her and felt the need to sit down. He grabbed the cane that was ever present and asked Gil to follow him to his office. Once in his chair he opened a drawer and pulled out one of his prized possessions- an autographed copy of "Bred in the Bone" by the very woman in the next room. He opened the cover and ran his fingers along her signature and, as Grissom watched, turned the book over and looked at her photograph on the book jacket.

"You never told me that you'd met her." Grissom said, surprised.

"I haven't," Dr. Robbins replied. "I sent away for this a couple years back. I don't know why I didn't recognize her, Gil. Dr. Brennan is one of my heroes. She's- she was half my age and three times as brilliant. I had better finish her autopsy."

Gilbert Grissom watched his friend put the book back in the drawer and take out his Polaroid. Robbins shut the drawer and stood up.

"Are you going to be okay, Al?"

"Hmm? Oh. Of course. It's just a shock is all." He went back to where he'd left the body of the brilliant anthropologist. "I just don't get it. How'd she let herself… ?" He sighed and shook his head. "Never mind. Just find out what happened, okay?"

Gilbert Grissom was surprised to see his friend so affected by the young woman on the autopsy table. He'd seen the man whistle, sing, even play the air guitar over a body. It was eerie to see the man so obviously shaken. "Of course I will," he promised. As he left the morgue he heard his friend sigh as he picked up his camera and took a picture of the brilliant scientist for his celebrity album.

Washington D.C.

Special Agent Seeley Booth sat at his desk with his head in his hands. It had been a month since he'd told his partner, Temperance Brennan, that he wasn't in love with her anymore. Since that night, "Bones" seemed to have disappeared completely. Agent Booth slammed his fist onto desk for what seemed like the millionth time in the past thirty days. Where the hell is she?, he thought to himself. He ran through the events of that night again.

She'd been acting out of character- worried, anxious, emotional. They had been working on a case about a murdered doctor and Bones had been getting too emotionally attached to the victim, finding unsettling parallels in the lonely life led by the victim and her own. She'd even forced Booth to stare at the doctor's picture insisting that it was her in the picture. Booth had seen a slight similarity but when he said that to Temperance she'd just stormed out of his office frustrated. He found her in the rain and grabbed her just in time to prevent her from being struck down by a car in a bad neighborhood. She was frantic, she'd discovered the circumstances of the doctor's death and explained it to him in a rush. In the next breath she confessed to him that she did care for him.

Booth shook his head and cursed at himself. You idiot. She loves you. Why won't you let her love you? Hannah. He thought of his ex. He'd told Brennan that he loved Hannah Burley, his reporter girlfriend, and that he wasn't going to leave her. Brennan cried. Bones cried. Bones is never supposed to cry, he thought to himself. The next day she was gone. When he came to the Jeffersonian to check on her and she wasn't there he just supposed she had taken a day off. He hunted down her boss, and his ex-lover, Dr. Camille Saroyan. She was inspecting the bones of a Bronze Age hunter when she looked up and saw him. The smile that she gave him disappeared when he asked her when he asked where Bones was.

"What? She's not with you? When she didn't show up an hour ago I figured you'd taken her for coffee or something."

He fought the urge to shout. "She hasn't been here at all today and you didn't do anything?"

"Whoa, Seeley. Just calm down. She left the report for the dead doctor case on my desk so I just assumed… Wait. What happened?"

"What's going on? Brennan's not answering her phone and I've called like three thousand times…" Angela Montenegro's voice trailed off as she saw the expressions on the faces of her coworkers. She paled. "Oh no. What's happened? Is Temperance all right? Has there been an accident?"

Booth walked over to Angela and put his hand on her shoulder. "No, Angela. There's been no accident." He explained the past night's events to the women and his worries that Bones had taken it the wrong way. When he finished his story Angela reached over and pinched him.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"You ass! She finally worked up the courage to tell you how she feels about you and the best you could come up with was that Hannah's 'not a consolation prize?' What is wrong with you?"

"Calm down, Angela," Cam soothed. She turned to Booth and her eyes flashed. "She's right, though. You could have handled that differently. Let's not worry about that now, though. We have to find her."

They didn't find her. It had been weeks and there was no trace of her. They'd gone to her apartment that day and she didn't answer the door. Fearing the worst, Booth broke down the door only to find her apartment immaculate as always. Her clothes, toothbrush, and a suitcase were missing but that was all. She hadn't taken her car but a taxi had been ordered for her earlier in the morning and it had taken her to the airport. Unfortunately, if she'd flown anywhere she'd not used her credit card to pay for her ticket.

For the next two weeks, Agent Booth had been so worried Dr. Brennan that he'd been blind to his own deteriorating relationship with Hannah. She left him and went back to Pakistan where she had things to actually report.

Booth thought about Hannah and didn't feel particularly beat up about her absence, He thought about what his Dr. Sweets had said when he'd talked to him about the exchange between him and Bones and Hannah's leaving him. Sweets had said that maybe Booth had never loved Hannah to begin with. That he may have just thought he had because he found Hannah so soon after Bones' rejection. A rebound, he'd called it. He suggested that his rejection of Bones might have been a subconscious revenge. He'd hurt her because Bones had hurt him. Booth told Sweets that he was an idiot and left his office but he knew that Sweets was right.

Just as Booth admitted to himself that he had been an ass and that he had to make it up to Bones his desk phone rang.

"Special Agent Seeley Booth."

"Hello, this is Gil Grissom of the Las Vegas Crime Lab. I'm calling about Dr. Temperance Brennan. Do you have the phone number of her father, Max Keenan?"

Booth's heart pounded in his ears and his hands began to shake as he informed the man on the line that he was Dr. Brennan's partner. "Has something happened? Is she in trouble?"

"I'm sorry to tell you this over the phone, Agent Booth, but I'm afraid we found Dr. Brennan's body last night."

A/N: As I wrote this story "Won't Get Fooled Again by The Who came on the radio and even though it's the wrong CSI, I was still tickled pink.
Please review and tell me if I should keep going.