A/N: SPOILERS for Season 10 of Bones and Season 6 "The Hole in the Heart." You've been warned!

Disclaimer: I don't own Fringe OR Bones, but that won't stop me from writing about them!

It was an ordinary morning for Dr. Temperance Brennan, world renowned forensic anthropologist. As normal as it could be when one of her closest friends and FBI Psychologist, Lance Sweets, had been beaten to death in a parking garage the previous week while attempting to help them catch the people who framed Booth several months ago and had him rot in prison until his wife blackmailed the prosecutor into letting him go just the day before that.

She walked into the kitchen of her expensive and expertly decorated home to prepare breakfast for her daughter Christine. She smiled when she spotted the toddler already dressed and sitting at the table waiting to be fed.

"Good morning, mommy!" her daughter exclaimed happily.

It never ceased to amaze her how much the innocent smiles her daughter constantly offered made her feel better over the last week. Before Christine and her husband, FBI Special Agent Seeley Booth, she hadn't dealt with her emotions well. Having been essentially abandoned by her parents and her brother causing her to live out the remainder of her youth jumping around between foster homes had taken its toll on the anthropologist.

Then, that fateful day happened. Her intern, Vincent Nigel Murray, was shot in her lab by sniper Jacob Broadsky in his attempt to kill Booth. The English intern had bled out and died in her arms. Unable to cope with the loss, Brennan found herself in the arms and bed of her work partner and friend, Seeley Booth, and subsequently learned of her pregnancy with his child several weeks later.

That was almost three and a half years ago. Now the product of that union sat at the table waiting for her mother to make her something to eat. Brennan's heart swelled with pride as she leaned down and kissed the top of Christine's head.

At that moment, her husband stepped into the room. "Good morning, ladies." He smiled softly.

"Hi, daddy!" Christine jumped up from the table, ran over to her father and hugged him tightly.

"Hey there, Princess." He picked her up and she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek.

"I love you, daddy! Can I have some breakfast?" She asked innocently.

He gently kissed her on the forehead. "I love you, too, sweetheart! Of course you can have some breakfast."

Brennan was already at the cupboard pulling out a bowl and pouring some Cheerios into it. After pouring in a generous helping of milk, she grabbed a spoon and set the bowl on the table in Christine's spot. Booth let her down and she ran to the table. "Thank you, mommy!"

"You're welcome, Christine."

Brennan walked over to Booth and straightened his tie. "Good morning, Booth. You never came to bed last night." She stated. She was becoming increasingly worried about Booth's new sleeping habits, or lack thereof.

Booth leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to her lips. "Please don't start in about that again, Bones," he pleaded.

"Booth, you need to get some sl-"

He interrupted her, "No, Bones... we're not going to have this discussion now."

Their phones decided to simultaneously erupt in obnoxious ring tones at that moment, pausing their argument, which Booth was sure would continue on the drive to what he was sure to be their latest case; if the offending phone calls were any indication.

"Booth."

"Brennan." They answered in unison.

After receiving what little details were available to them, they ended their prospective phone calls and looked at each other. They didn't even have to say anything. They had this unspoken bond between them, and they both knew it was time to discover another grisly set of remains and attempt to identify them so they could find the killer.

A short while later, after dropping Christine off at daycare, Booth pulled up at the crime scene and looked over to his partner and wife in the passenger seat. To Booth's surprise, Brennan never made another comment about his sleeping issues. He was sure the argument wasn't over, but if he knew Bones the way he thought he did, she would bring it up again soon enough. They could both become rather stubborn when it came to worrying about the other.

"Ready to do this, Bones?" He asked.

Stirring her from her thoughts, she looked at him and nodded.

They exited the vehicle while Booth went off to speak with the local officer who responded to the call. Brennan retrieved her kit from the back of the black FBI standard issue SUV they borrowed from the local Boston field office. Instead of driving eight hours to get there, the essential members of the team had been loaded onto a private jet that made the trip in a half hour. Brennan headed towards where she assumed the body was, judging by the gathering of police, medical personnel and local FBI agents.

When she arrived to the small gathering of people, a tall and slender black man stood in her way. "I'm sorry, but this area is off limits," he boomed as the sun that was currently peaking out from behind clouds shined off the top of his bald head.

"I'm Dr. Temperance Brennan; I'm here to examine the remains." She flashed her Jeffersonian credentials.

"Right, you're the anthropologist who identifies bodies that have been badly decomposed." He paused and extended his hand to her, "I'm Phillip Broyles, Special Agent-in-Charge with the Department of Homeland Security."

Her eyes slightly widened at his introduction. What interest would Homeland Security have in a badly decomposed body? She accepted his proffered hand and shook it. "Where is the body?" She asked as she tilted her head in question.

"It's in there," he pointed to the dumpster behind him.

She craned her neck around him and saw the blue trash bin. Sidestepping Agent Broyles, she headed towards it. "What interest does Homeland Security have in this case?" She asked him over her shoulder.

"It's classified," came his reply.

At this, Brennan turned around and eyed him suspiciously. "If we're going to be able to cooperate fully in this investigation I need some details," she threw back to him.

"You're not even FBI, why should I trust you?" He asked.

Booth chose this moment to step up beside Brennan and responded for her, "Maybe for the same reason that you trust him?" Booth nodded towards the old scientist hovering over the rusted, blue dumpster. "He doesn't exactly look like he's FBI, or any other agency, for that matter."

"Walter Bishop, my father, is a consultant for the Department of Homeland Security." The reply came from a man who came up to stand beside Broyles. "I'm Peter Bishop." He offered. Calling Walter his father had left a bitter taste in Peter's mouth. The man wasn't his father, he was his abductor, but that information was classified so he had opted for the lie that was closest to the truth. He had been a con-man in his former life, and he knew the best way to lie was to use a lie that was as close to the truth as you could get because then it's easier to remember if the lie had to be retold.

Booth eyed both men cautiously. "I'm Agent Booth, and this is my partner, Dr. Temperance Brennan. She is my consultant."

"Very well," boomed the tall, dark man. "We are investigating the disappearance of one of my agents, Olivia Dunham. She works for me with Peter and Walter Bishop. A few days ago she was abducted outside of Harvard University. This case is a high-priority because of the nature of her work with Homeland Security," he explained.

"What does any of this have to do with the body in the dumpster," Booth demanded.

"There were was something found with the body that we think may lead to the person who abducted Olivia, and possibly her whereabouts," Peter responded.

Because of Booth's perceptive abilities, he didn't miss the hurt in the man's eyes as he spoke of the missing agent. He recognized that look, because he was sure the same expression had crossed his own features during times when Bones had disappeared. Peter Bishop was in love with his partner. The only question now, was were they actually in a romantic relationship? Booth knew who Peter Bishop was. Who didn't? He was very well known in Iraq, and had heard whispers of his name through contacts he still had in Iraq from his days as a sniper with the U.S. Army Rangers. He didn't trust the man, after all, he was an expert con-man. Why would the Department of Homeland Security let a known con help them on top secret investigations?

"Are you and Agent Dunham romantically involved?" Asked Brennan. She was just as perceptive as her husband.

"What?" Peter asked with a look of shock spreading across his features.

"You heard her," Booth responded.

"No, Olivia and I only worked together," he insisted.

Walter took that moment to make his presence known. "Anyone can see you deeply care for her, Peter."

Peter glared at him in warning, silently telling him to keep his mouth shut. It wasn't anybody's business how he felt about his partner, because there was nothing going on between them. Not that he hadn't wished something was going on. He'd thought about it more than once over the past two years. From the moment they met he knew she was unlike any other woman he'd ever known. She had out conned the con to get him back stateside, and though he acted annoyed with her, he had secretly been enamored by her. Every day he fell hopelessly more in love with her. The more he learned about her, the more he wanted to know.

Walter held up his hands defensively. "Son, I'm just pointing out that they can obviously tell that you care for her, otherwise they wouldn't have asked you if you were involved with Agent Dunham."

Peter sighed, turned on his heel and walked away to go look for Astrid. His obvious frustration with Walter was palpable.

Walter looked over to Booth and Brennan and apologized for his son's behavior. "He recently received some disturbing news and took off for about a week. He is obviously still in a state of shock over it; then to top it off, the day he returns home he finds out Agent Dunham has gone missing while she was searching for him. He feels guilty."

Booth had to admit, the scientist's ramblings about his son seemed to ring true with Peter's demeanor. He did appear to be guilt ridden, maybe that's why Booth had suspected he might have something to do with his partner disappearing. For a moment, Booth actually felt sorry for him. He understood how frustrating it could be when your partner vanished and you wondered if you would ever see them again. Booth had been there many times over the past ten years.

Broyles, Brennan, and Booth walked over to the dumpster as the anthropologist went to work looking for anything that might indicate cause of death. The body was severely decomposed. Only a few bits of flesh remained on the outer extremities. Most of the flesh the body contained was in the thoracic cavity, although it appeared as if something had been feasting on what was left of the internal organs.

"I'm surprised that doesn't make you sick." Booth pointed towards the badly decomposed remains his wife was examining. "Most people we come across have to find someplace to vomit."

"I could say the same thing about you, Agent," came Broyles' reply.

"We get a lot of bodies like this, so it's normal for us." Booth replied.

Peter returned to the group in time to hear the exchange. "We've seen worse."

Brennan made a few measurements of various parts of the corpse before speaking, "The body is female, age 28 to 32, and approximately 172 centimeters in length."

Booth scanned the notes in the file he held and looked up at Broyles. "That matches the description of your missing agent."

Peter steeled himself at those words. He hoped against all else that it wasn't Olivia lying in that dumpster. The thought alone twisted his stomach into knots of apprehension. Had he missed his chance to tell her how he really felt? He hoped beyond everything that Booth was wrong, but something told Peter that Booth wasn't usually wrong about these sort of things.

Broyles let out a sigh. "Let's just hope that's a coincidence."

Booth suddenly had the burning desire to know what led them to believe this case was related to their missing agent. He turned to Broyles and asked, "So what did you find on the body that led you to believe it's tied to Agent Dunham?"

"This," Broyles replied and handed over an evidence bag with blood smeared on the inside from the object in question, covered in a generous amount of blood. Booth took the bag from him and examined the contents. It was a cell phone. "It belongs to Agent Dunham."

A/N: ANDDDD! There is the first chapter! Whew, working through all of those characters without confusing myself was hard work! I just hope I did them justice and none of the characters seem too out-of-character!