A/N: this story is AU and takes place after Bones episodes, The Nail in the Coffin and before The Recluse in the Recliner.

I don't own Bones or NCIS.

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In the hospital room waiting patiently, Gibbs watched as Tony was examined by his physician. His left cheek displaying a deep bruise, a cut over his left eyebrow and the way the younger man held his left arm stiffly at his side told him that Tony was hurt, but not as badly as they had first suspected.

Pleased that the injuries weren't worse, Dr. Gray patted Tony's right shoulder and smiled. "Well, for someone caught in an explosion, you're a very lucky man. You have a concussion, lacerations on your forehead, left cheek, the left side of your body . . . mostly on your upper torso, a dislocated shoulder and two fractured fingers on you left hand and a severe bruise on your upper back. Really, all in all the damage could have been much more serious."

With a sheepish grin, Tony glanced at Gibbs. "Lucky me."

Relieved that Tony was going to be alright, Gibbs turned towards the doctor. "So he can go home now?"

Still concerned about Tony's injuries, the doctor turned to face Gibbs. "Yes, but I'd like him to take it easy for a day or so. He also needs to see his own doctor about the fractured fingers and the concussion. He is injured and those injuries are not to be dismissed."

Sliding off of the bed, Tony looked down at his gown. "Um . . . If someone will give me my clothes back that would be great."

Gibbs picked up Tony's garments from the side table and handed them over to his agent. "I'll take you home. Your car is still at the crime scene."

In pain, Tony grunted as he took the clothes from the older man. "Is my car alright?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Gibbs smiled. "I really don't know. The FBI took over the crime scene and they wouldn't let me stay."

Angry at that turn of events, Tony erupted. "The FBI? Someone tried to kill me . . . damn it, that's our case."

"Not according to Agent Booth." While Tony inspected and then threw his blood soaked shirt in the trash can, Gibbs explained. "A congressional aide is dead at the scene. Booth thinks that trumps the death of a Lance Corporal of the Marines and your involvement."

"Booth? Seeley Booth?" Zipping up his pants, Tony grabbed his blood splattered jacket and slipped it on.

Gibbs walked over to the door and opened it. "One and the same."

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When he arrived at Deputy Director Stark's office, Booth was waved into the inner sanctum. Once the door was open, Booth was not surprised when he saw his cousin sitting in the office across from the Deputy Director. His face a mask, Booth closed the door behind him and moved over to the other empty chair in front of his boss's desk and sat down. "You wanted to see me, Sir."

His hands clasped on the desk in front of him, Stark flashed a small smile. "The Director of NCIS contacted me and talked to me about the bombing at National Capital Bank. I know that you're working on that case and it most definitely is an FBI case but because a Lance Corporal of Marines was killed in the blast and an NCIS agent was hurt, he'd like NCIS be involved in the case. I don't have a problem with that so Gibbs and his team will be assisting you and your people on the case."

His face wooden, Booth nodded his head. "Yes, Sir."

Start realized that his head of Major Crimes was probably pissed. "If you don't want to be involved in the case directly, I can assign Agent Fornell to the case."

Slowly shaking his head, Booth gave the deputy director a feeble smile. "That won't be necessary, Sir. I've worked with Agent Gibbs before."

Relievd that Booth was going to be a team player, Stark leaned back on his chair. "Good." Turning towards Agent Gibbs, Stark studied the silver haired man. "Agent Gibbs, Agent Booth will be taking the lead since this an FBI case but you will be allowed access to the case. I'm sure we'd all like to wrap this case up as quickly as possible."

Standing, Gibbs turned and smiled at Booth. "I'm sure we will."

With no other choice but to cooperate, Booth stood up. "My people have the car at the Jeffersonian right now and they're going over it for evidence. We also have what's left of the body of Clent Gilbert, Congressman Winters' personal assistant at the Jeffersonian. Dr. Brennan is working on verifying that the body is Gilbert's and that he died in the blast."

Pleased that the case was progressing, Stark nodded his head. "Excellent. Let's get this taken care of as quickly as possible. Congressman Winters has called me twice already this morning."

"Yes Sir." Moving over to the door, Booth opened it and waited for Gibbs to leave the room. Following Gibbs, Booth closed the door behind him. Wary he glanced at Stark's secretary and spoked quietly to his cousin. "You're a pain in the ass, Jethro. A fucking pain in my ass."

Amused, Gibbs moved to the door leading out in to the hallway. "I love you too, Booth."

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Entering the Lab, Gibbs walked rapidly towards the platform as Booth followed behind him. After he arrived at the staircase, he frowned and glanced impatiently back at Booth. The power his, Booth took his time, arrived a few seconds later and slid his card through the reader. Holding it up, he waved it in the air. "You're just a visitor, Jethro."

A little annoyed, Gibbs ignored his cousin's jab and followed Booth up the staircase and onto the platform. Booth moved across the raised floor and stopped two feet from the table where the body parts were laid out. "Good news everyone . . . NCIS is helping us with our case."

Surprised, Cam looked up from the various body parts on the table laying before her. "Why?"

His hands on his hips, Booth wanted to make clear the idea wasn't his. "A Lance Corporal of Marines was killed in the blast and NCIS Special Agent DiNozzo was injured outside the bank, so Deputy Director Stark wants us to share our case."

Her gaze moving from part of a scapula, Brennan commented, "I hope Agent DiNozzo is alright."

Pleased to see Brennan, Gibbs assured her. "He is Temperance. He did sustain two broken fingers, a dislocated shoulder, a concussion and some cuts and bruises in the explosion."

Astonished, Hodgins stared at the NCIS Agent. "If you think that means he's alright then you have pretty tough standards about what constitutes an injury."

Shrugging his shoulders, Gibbs stared at the body on the table. "He's had worse done to him."

Glad he wasn't an agent, Hodgins resumed studying some heavily burnt wires and the contents of several containers sitting on the table before him.

Returning their attention back to the body parts, Brennan and Cam each picked up a piece of the bomber and studied it.

Now that the bad news had been given to his team, Booth was eager to move on. "Can you tell me for sure if Gilbert was the one who died in the bomb blast?"

Shifting her gaze towards Booth, Cam nodded her head. "Yes, we're sure of that. Dental records confirms it's him. We are running DNA tests, but that's just to make absolutely sure. Oh, we can also say with certainty that he was the only one in the car too."

"Any idea what was used to blow up the car?" Fascinated, Gibbs watched Brennan slowly move her gloved index finger along the piece of bone she was holding. "Can you tell if it was something Gilbert did or not?"

Dropping some charred wires, Hodgins moved over to his PC and brought up several pictures and pointed to them as he showed them in a slow slideshow to Booth and Gibbs. "It looks like the trunk was packed with C4 plus boxes of nails, bolts, screws and for some reason staples. It looks like the switch for the bomb was controlled by the driver."

Air slowly blowing through his pursed lips, Booth shook his head in disgust. "So he wasn't interested in just damaging the building. Gilbert wanted to achieve maximum damage to people as well as the building. We need to find out how a congressional assistant had access to C4. Something seems hinky about this whole thing."

Stepping closer to the table, Booth studied the shredded corpse. "Was Angela able to access the video of the drive-thru?"

"Yeah, it arrived an hour ago." His gaze moving towards the staircase, Hodgins noticed one the FBI techs arrive with a package he'd been waiting for. "She said the cameras were destroyed, but the recorders were far enough away from the blast that she shouldn't have any trouble with the video."

Glad to hear about that good bit of news, Booth turned and walked over to the staircase. "Okay, I need to see that as soon as possible."

Following his cousin down the stairs, Gibbs trailed him down the hallway to Angela's office. "How's Hank doing?"

His steps slowing, Booth answered his cousin. "He's doing okay. He was complaining about pains in his joints last week, but besides that he's doing okay. How's your Dad doing?"

A sour grin on his face, Gibbs patted Booth on the shoulder. "Cantankerous as ever."

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