Disclaimer: I don't own Bones! I have bones, but I don't own the show.

A/n: The idea is a bit like what dreams may come but a lot of it is all mine!

Chapter 1: Zach

Beep… beep… beep

The alarm beeped at him from the night stand. Zach didn't move from his cocoon of blankets. He didn't want to move, so he wasn't going to.

Beep…beep…beep

Zach turned and looked at the alarm for a moment, willing it to shut up, but it didn't. He was about to reach out and smack the annoying contraption, the only technology he didn't like, when another annoying sound drew his attention.

Knock…knock…knock

Hodgins. He banged on the door a few more times before shouting.

"That's it, if you're not up in ten seconds; I'm coming in, Zach!" Zach groaned and dug a deeper hole in the blankets. He waited a moment and sure enough, Hodgins unlocked the door and walked in. He didn't look at Zach; he just hit the alarm button and walked off. As he left the room, he yelled back.

"I leave in ten. If you're coming to work, be ready!" He then proceeded to slam the door and storm off towards the cars hidden below Zach's suit. He heard a car start, and somewhere in the back of his head he knew he should call Hodgins back to get him, but he hurt all over and he didn't want to move.

Music…

In the distance, his cell phone rang. He didn't bother getting it. He knew it was Brennen, wanting to know where he was. He considered what had happened the night before. He'd been on date, with one of the interns. Grace James Dougherty. She was a nice enough girl, twenty-one years old, attending one of the local colleges. He had no idea why he was in so much pain. All his muscles burned and he didn't want to move at all. After his cell stopped ringing his landline started to ring. He burrowed even deeper into the cocoon of blankets as the answering machine got it.

Zach Addy's house, leave a message or call my cell. Thanks.

"Zach, its Dr. Brennen. We're a little worried about you since you didn't come to work today. Give me a call when you're feeling better, alright? Thanks, bye.

Zach poked his head up from under the blankets and stared at the clock. 8:05. He quickly slid back under the covers and went back to sleep.

Tick… tick… tick…

The clock on the wall behind Booth counted the seconds of the day. He was doing paper work, and he really hated paper work. In his mind, whoever had invented the need to spend hours filling in reports on the computer was the antichrist of the FBI.

Tap…tap…tap

He tapped his pencil on the desk a couple times before tossing it across the desk and leaning back. Coffee, he needed coffee. He grabbed his jacket off the back of his chair and was halfway out the door with his jacket half on when his phone rang. And not his cell phone, his office phone. He gave an exasperated sigh and grabbed the phone.

"Booth."

"Hey, Booth, it's Denny," said the loose tenor voice of Jason Denny, Booth's 'partner'.

"Hey, Denny. I was just heading out for coffee, is there something I can do for you?"

"We got a call from Garcia's Restaurant about ten minutes ago. Someone set their Garbage bin on fire last night. The fire department put it out, but didn't worry too much about it, it's the sixth time in two weeks someone's lit it up. But this morning when they went to put out the trash they found a skeleton in the bottom. Thought you might get that Bones Lady and her team down here to figure it out."

"Why didn't the fire department find it last night?"

"Figured someone threw a cigarette in there or a hot batch of grease. It's a restaurant, it happens."

"Alright, I'll call the 'Bones Lady' and be down there ASAP."

"Thanks, Booth."

"Welcome, Denny." He hung up the phone and grabbed his badge and gun. "So much for coffee," he said as he left the office.

"Bones! Can you-"

"Don't call me that, Booth!" Dr. Brennen yelled over the line at the FBI agent. Booth smiled.

"Sorry, Dr. Brennen. Can you meet me down at Garcia's Restaurant?"

"Why?"

"I've got a skeleton in a dumpster."

"Why is it an FBI case?"

"I…don't really know. But it is a case you'd like. So either work with me or with local PD, either way you're gonna end up down here sometime today."

"Fine. I'll meet you down there."

"Are you gonna bring Addy? If you are I'll make sure PD doesn't send CSI."

"Zach's not feeling well today. Send CSI, but tell them to wait for me."

"Got it, Bones."

"Don't call me that, Booth."

AN: Hey! Hope you like it, it'll get better, R&R, no flamies please!