A/N: Goldpiece and I would like to say how happy we are that this fic is going over so very well. There are more Trekkies (which I have been told, now prefer to be called 'Trekkers') than we thought. So, again we would like to say, if you find a mistake in this fic about Star Trek then it's all Goldie's fault. Just kidding, if you find a mistake, please let us know. We have doing the best we can.
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Damn it, Jim, I'm a doctor, not a miracle worker."
-Dr. Leonard H. "Bones" McCoy
Zack looked nervously to his right where Booth walked, his hands shoved in his pockets. The FBI agent didn't look happy. The Klingon that offered to take them to the Vulcan table lead them through a maze of spandex and tables. "So what did he say his name was?" Booth asked Zack through clenched teeth.
"Thopok," Zack answered leaning toward the agent.
"Right." Thopok stopped in front of a door marked '#47'. He turned to Zack and spoke. After Zack nodded the tall, strange man left.
"He said the table is in this room." Booth looked after the man and then stepped into the doorway. Inside where tables filled with odd pieces of weaponry, stone and metal. He could see a table in the back corner that was roped off with yellow crime tape. A man in a dark suit waved him over. Booth glanced over his shoulder at his team and then walked through the crowded room.
"Agent Jerry Timlin?" Booth asked the man as they approached. The older man held out his hand.
"Agent Booth." Booth nodded.
"This is my partner Dr. Temperance Brennan," Booth introduced. Timlin smiled and shook her hand. "This is her team, Dr. Jack Hodgins, Angela Montenegro and Zack Addy." The older agent nodded to each one before turning back to Booth.
"The body is waiting for Dr. Brennan at the local morgue, it was found here, under this table."
"And was it really a Vulcan body?" Zack asked and then felt the heat creep into his cheeks under Booth's glare.
"Yes," Timlin answered. "As you can see, people here take Star Trek very seriously. They tend to take on the characters." Booth had already come to that conclusion.
"Who found the body?" Booth asked.
"Leo McCoy." Booth and Zack exchanged looks.
"As in Dr. Leonard McCoy?" Zack inquired. Timlin smiled.
"Yup."
"And his real name is?" Booth prompted.
"Leonard McCoy," a voice answered from behind the group. They all turned around slowly. "Convention administrator."
"Mr. McCoy," Timlin said. "Agent Booth and his team." Booth stepped forward and shook the man's hand.
"Can you tell me when you found the body?"
"Indeed, Agent Booth. At about 4:47 yesterday morning."
"And why were you in here at that time?"
"As you'll learn this convention goes late into the night and starts back up at 5 in the morning." Booth nodded.
"Timlin, can you take us to the body?"
"Absolutely."
"Good."
"Hodgins," Brennan started. "Start collecting samples, anything from around the table, you know the drill. Angela, I want you to start sketching some of these…people," she said with a wave of her hand. "It might come in handy."
"I think Zack should mingle," Booth put in. "He's one of them. See what you can find out."
"Yes, sir, Agent Booth." Booth nodded toward Timlin to tell him to lead the way. At the door, Booth noticed that Brennan was still talking to Angela.
"Come on, Bones," he called out.
"That joke gets old, Agent Booth," Leo McCoy answered. The whole team became quiet and looked at the man.
"Um, I was talking to Dr. Brennan."
"It's an annoying little nickname he calls me," Brennan said, shaking her head.
"Oh," Leo said. The man's face turned red as Booth, Timlin and Zack all began to laugh.
"What's so funny?" Brennan asked walking up to Booth.
"I'll explain on the way," he said, placing his hand on the small of her back and leading her from the room.
The ride to the morgue was filled with explanations. Timlin explained the case to Booth and Booth explained what was so funny back at the convention. "I still don't see how that's funny," Brennan said. Booth turned in his seat to look at her.
"Come on, Bones, how can you not see the humor in it?" he questioned. "There's a character on the original Star Trek name Dr. Leonard McCoy, who Captain Kirk calls 'Bones'. Are you with me that far?" Brennan nodded. "Okay, so the guy back at the convention center is named Leonard McCoy in real life, ok?" Again she nodded. "Well, he gets lots of jokes about his name, one being people calling him 'Bones'."
"After the character?"
"Right. So when I called for you, he thought I was teasing him. Get it?"
"I still don't think it's funny." Booth let out an aggravating sigh and turned back around in his seat. Agent Timlin glanced over at him with a smile.
"I thought it was funny," he said. "So tell me, Agent Booth. If Dr. Brennan isn't a Star Trek fan, which I first I thought she was because of your nickname for her, why do you call her 'Bones'?"
"I've been trying to figure that out myself, Agent Timlin," Brennan said from the back seat.
"Simple," Booth started. "About a year ago, I was talking with her and her boss, Dr. Goodman, trying to get Bones to agree to work a case with me."
"I remember that case. I really didn't want to work with you, no offense."
"Anyhow," Booth continued looking over at Timlin. "Our good doctor here really didn't have much of a choice. And at one point she looks over at me and says 'Agent Booth, I'm a doctor and not some FBI lackey' to which I responded with the first thing that popped in my head 'Okay, thanks for that Bones'. Referring to Star Trek." Booth shrugged. "And the name just stuck."
"So you're comparing me to some character?" Booth again turned back to look at his partner.
"Not just some character, Bones, one of the best on Start Trek. And no, he didn't really like it either."
End of chapter A/N from Wolfy: The above talk where Booth is explaining why he calls Brennan 'Bones' is from 'How Brennan Got Her Nickname' by Goldpiece. I thought it fit in, and it was that fic that sparked us to write this one.
A Star Trek reference off of Criminal Minds:
Garcia: You know how on Star Trek, Captain Kirk asks Bones to do something and Bones says, "Damn it, Jim, I'm a doctor, not a miracle worker?"
Special Agent Derek Morgan: So what are you telling me? You can't do it?
Garcia: No, I'm saying I'm not a doctor.
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