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Chapter One
Dr. Temperance Brennan was working on their latest skeleton, a young female in her late teens or early twenties. Her neck was broken, along with several deep stab wounds. An obvious homicide. Booth walked in and smiled at his favorite squint.
"Hey, Bones, we have a new case, a possible Gormogon homicide," he told her, looking at the body in front of him.
"Where is the corpse?" she demanded. He touched the back of his head awkwardly.
"Here's the thing, Bones, the victim is a marine, so we have to share jurisdiction with NCIS," he said, preparing for her reaction.
"He was a marine, Booth, he is deceased." He rolled his eyes and held out his car keys. Jack Hodgins ran over.
"Hey, are you two going to NCIS? Can I come collect the forensic evidence?" he asked. Booth nodded.
"Fine, you can come, but I'm driving," he said.
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Bones looked around the bull pen, observing every person that walked by. Booth was talking to the director of NCIS, Director Vance while Jack wondered off.
"Can I help you?" A voice asked. She turned and saw a handsome man standing by his desk. His charming smile reminded her of Booth.
"No, my partner…" she started, but Booth had disappeared, "I'm Dr. Temperance Brennan from the Jeffersonian institute. Can you help me find my partner, Agent Seeley Booth?" She asked. He nodded.
"I'm Agent Anthony DiNozzo, is your partner with the FBI?" he asked, his hazel eyes glistening.
"Yes, can you bring me to the corpse, I'm pretty sure that is where my partner is," she said, looking around him.
"Sure, he's probably with Dr. Mallard," Tony said. This girl is different than any girl I've ever met. She's so serious, he thought, leading her into the elevator.
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Jack Hodgins knocked on the glass door of the lab he had been directed towards. It opened on its own and he stepped in, looking around.
"Gibbs, I…" a voice started. A Goth-looking woman stepped out of the darkness, "Who are you?" She asked. She was beautiful, different looking, but so beautiful.
"Jack Hodgins, an entomologist from the FBI, here to collect evidence from that latest case," he introduced. She nodded, and stuck out her hand with a glovette on it.
"Abby Sciuto, forensic scientist. It doesn't sound as flashy does it? It's over here. Hey, does the FBI have as cool of a lab as I've heard?" she asked, handing him the tubes and containers. He put them in his case.
"Yeah, it's pretty cool, but we have more scientists. We have a forensic anthropologist, well; we have two, a forensic pathologist, me, and a forensic artist," he finished, counting on his fingers. She laughed.
"Over here, it's just me, the medical examiner, and his assistant. I had an assistant once, Chip, but we fired him." She said simply.
"Why did you fire him?"
"He tried to kill me."
"I'd say that's grounds for firing someone." She laughed again.
"You should probably come see Ducky, the medical examiner," she said. He nodded and happily followed her.
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Booth stared at the body. He knew this was what Cam did, but he had never heard someone describe an autopsy with as much detail as Doctor Mallard.
"Thanks for leaving me, Booth," Brennan said sarcastically. He looked a little nauseous.
"Sorry, Bones, I thought you were following me," he said. She rolled her eyes.
"Dr. Mallard, I am Dr. Temperance Brennan. I am here to take the body back to the Jeffersonian and remove the flesh to compose a full inspection on the bones," she announced. Booth's stomach rolled.
"Bones, you don't have to tell everyone," he groaned. She shrugged.
"Is anyone else disturbed my occupation?" she asked. Nobody said anything, not even Tony. His mind was too occupied with Temperance. Jack walked in with Abby, holding the case with the evidence.
"Ready to go," he said. Dr. Mallard zipped up the body bag, as a few men walked in with a gurney to transport the body to Booth's car. Officer Ziva David walked in, her curly dark hair streaming down her back.
"Who are they?" She asked in her Israeli accent.
"FBI," Tony answered, "She's my partner." He told Booth.
"Okay, you, you, and your partner, come with us back to the FBI," Booth instructed, pointing to Tony, Ziva, and Abby.
"Bones, you'll work with him, I'll work with her, and you, the scientist, and you go with Hodgins to the lab and confirm this is the work of Gormogon." He said. Ziva looked confused. Why are we switching partners, she thought.
"But Booth, I have to work with the bones and confirm cause of death," Brennan protested. Who put him in charge, she thought.
"Do that first, take him to the lab with you, while she and I work on leads. Then, when you're done, work a different angle. We can cover more in less time, ok Bones?" he said, exasperated. She nodded, walking over to Tony.
"I guess you and I are partners," she said.
Should I continue? I know this was a little confusing, but it was necessary, if I continue, the next chapter will be better!