AN: Next chapter will be all Bones and NCIS, sorry it's a bit slow in the beginning, I just need to get the background info down, but after all this is a casefic. Don't expect another update for a month. School is really piling on the homework. Hope you enjoy and please review. Also thanks to my beta, Dreamweaver Mirar.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, I am a poor student. This applies for all chapters, past and previous.
Alynne sat in a chair outside the principal's office. It was her senior year but she couldn't stay out of trouble. Her uncle was currently talking to her principal, trying to get Alynne out of getting suspended. The principal's door opened and her uncle, John, came out, giving her the same look she always received when she got in trouble at school. He escorted her out of the building before turning to face her dead on. It didn't look like she would be getting out of this easily; he had his cop face on, the one he used to scare criminals into talking.
"Look, I can explain." Alynne hastily said before he could lecture her. John gave her a look that said 'I'm listening' and she continued, "Some kids started making fun of mom and how she, well, you know, left me. I tried to keep my temper under control and stop getting so angry, but it just exploded out of me after he shoved me," she blabbered, "and…then…I defended myself," her uncle shot her another look, "okay, okay, I used my talent for martial arts to kick his butt." she admitted sheepishly.
"And?" he asked.
"And..." she sighed, "that was wrong, martial arts are only for defending yourself when you're in danger. Sorry."
"I want you to apologize to him after your three day suspension is over. Also I think you better find some way to control your anger, meditation or something; otherwise you're going to have to take anger management control classes."
"No," she gasped, "Uncle John, if it got out that I was taking anger control classes, I would be the lamest person at school. I promise I'll do meditation. I'll stop getting into fights."
"You'd better," he stated as they headed toward his car.
In a huge police conference room, people from NCIS and the FBI were gathering to discuss the facts of the case.
"Booth, I still do not understand why my presence is necessary here. There are no bones present so my expertise is not needed." Brennan said, standing in a corner of the room with her arms folded. She felt that standing in the conference room and talking was a waste of her valuable time, it could be spent working on other cases.
"Just be patient Bones. We have to work with other people on this; it's a huge case." Booth replied.
"Excuse me, everyone," Don said loudly, trying to get everyone's attention, "I just wanted to get started by introducing myself and my team. We will be leading this investigation. I'm Special Agent Don Eppes with the Los Angeles FBI. This is my team: Special Agents Reeves, Granger, and Sinclair," Don said, gesturing with his hand to the people standing next to him, "and this over here is my brother, Dr. Charles Eppes. He's our math consultant." He paused, looking at the people around him, "So, let's go around and introduce the rest of yourselves."
Hotchner stepped in front of his team and began to speak, "We're from the BAU, I'm SSA Hotchner, and these people beside me are SSAs Prentiss, Rossi, Morgan, Dr. Reid, Jareau and our tech analyst Garcia."
"I'm Special Agent Booth and this is my partner, Dr. Brennan, a forensic anthropologist." Booth announced with Bones standing impatiently at his side.
A gray haired man spoke next, "I'm Special Agent Gibbs from NCIS, and this is my team: Special Agents DiNozzo and McGee, Officer David, Dr. Mallard, our medical examiner, and Abby Sciuto, forensic specialist."
"Now that we have introductions out of the way, let's get to work, I want to catch this guy. BAU team, do you need to see the crime scene to create your profile or will pictures be enough?" Don asked. He wanted to delegate jobs to everyone with speed so that they could get on with finding the killer.
"Pictures will be enough, though we will also need all the info you can give us on the victims and the way they were murdered." Rossi stated.
"Agent Reeves told me as much, the files are on the table over there next to the cork board. NCIS, Agent Booth, and Dr. Brennan will go to the crime scene. My team will stay here reviewing the old case files to make sure that we don't miss some vital clue. Also could Ms. Sciuto and Ms. Garcia please follow Officer Weston, he will take you to a separate room where you can set up your stuff," Don added noticing Garcia clutching a laptop in her arms like it was her most prized possession. "It has some lab equipment and computers. Any questions? No, then let's get working."
The NCIS team, Dr. Brennan, and Agent Booth left to go to the crime scene, while Megan walked over to the table where the BAU team congregated.
"Hey Megan, it's great to see you again, how's life in the regular FBI treating you?" JJ asked her with a big smile on her face. Megan had worked with the BAU back before Elle had joined the team.
"I love it with the FBI." she responded earnestly. She had fine tuned her profiling skills working with Reid, Hotch, JJ, and Morgan. Don came over to join them and he was briefly informed of Megan's relationship with the team. Morgan studied their interaction carefully, the way they laughed, talked around each other. He could immediately tell that they had an excellent partnership together, that they had been through a lot.
"I wanted to ask, how are we planning to handle the media on this case?" JJ inquired as the media liaison.
"Just prepare a statement listing the basics, and that the case is currently under investigation." Rossi told her as JJ nodded and left to do just that. The rest of the team turned to face the files on the table.
"Hey, Hotch, Don, would you mind if I worked on the profile too, since that's sort of a main part of what I help you with anyway." Megan asked. Both Don and Hotchner consented.
In another corner of the room, David and Colby were manning the tip lines, they had set up earlier. Charlie stood in front of a blank board, his face deep in thought. Suddenly he moved toward his brother Don, who was still standing by the BAU team.
"Don," he said urgently, "if you get the information on the victims, I can gather some variables and set up an algorithm to see if there are any other commonalities between the victims; I won't bore you with the details."
Reid stood up and quickly added before Don could respond, "Could I help you with that?" looking to Hotch for agreement. With Hotchner's slight head nod, he continued, "I have a PhD in mathematics so I'm not under qualified and it's been a long time since I had a chance to work on such a project." Reid was actually rather informed on Dr. Eppes worked and had read all of his papers and books.
Charlie agreed, "Sure, I would love your help, especially since both of my friends, Larry and Amita, are out of town right now."
"Go ahead Chuck, do your math magic." Don replied, affectionately tousling Charlie's head.
Charlie's hand came up and slapped Don's away, "Don't call me Chuck!" he glared. Both Reid and he walked away to the blackboard, discussing their degrees and interests.
"Two geniuses, having a conference in their own world." Morgan smirked.
Don left to go help David and Colby, Hotchner started giving out orders, "Prentiss, Megan, start the geographical profile. Rossi and I will read through the files and do victimology."
