Hey! So this is our first story writing together, hopefully it will be great with our joint writing skills :). Please stay with us throughout the fic and we'll try to update as regularly as possible. We might write other stories on our own accounts so go check them out too – links can be found on our profile.

This fic is a cross between Bones and Back To The Future... it sounds like an unlikely cross but actually we think it's a pretty good story line. So.... there's a murder (obviously) and Dr. Emmet Brown finds the body. The best murder investigators – Special Agent Seeley Booth and Dr. Temperance Brennan – get the case. Doc gets made a suspect so with the help of Marty he decides to do some investigating himself. Doc and Marty get caught while Booth and Brennan find things out that will blow their minds away!

Summaries rubbish but please read anyway! Unfortunately we don't own anything to do with Bones or Back To The Future; if we did we wouldn't be sat here... We'd be on a plane ready to travel around America!

Beth and Emma x

So there's this man. He's not your average man. He's doesn't work nine till five, five days a week. He doesn't have a colleague with the same job title who he can call if his kid gets sick. He has to go in to work whenever he's needed – no questions asked. He doesn't get to choose when he has time off or decide whether he wants to go on another business trip. He hasn't got the nicest boss in the world... but his boss isn't the worst. It's a hard job; most people would hate it but for him it's the best job in the world. He works when he's needed – sometimes it's for days on end and other times he has weeks off to spend time at home. At home with his family. Yes he has a family; a wife and three beautiful children – two daughters and a son. A family who didn't think that, that morning would be the last time that they saw their beloved husband and daddy.

It was a little after eleven. The sky was black and only the moon shining down accompanied by a few twinkling stars. A man walked through an old five story car park which looked ready to crumble beneath his feet. Most of the lights were either smashed or in need of a new bulb however there was a few that flickered not making that much of a difference. The man walked slowly to his car. He wasn't scared or paranoid like most people would have been while walking through an abandoned car park because that's what it was; it was an abandoned car park. Nobody else parked their cars in it, not when there was brand new one just down the block. And that's exactly why the company employees parked their cars there. Nobody would hassle them, nobody would follow them. Why would they want to?

But tonight somebody was following the man. Another man dressed completely in black hiding in the shadows. Silently waiting for him. He watched him as he walked up to his car. There weren't many cars in the car park but that was normal for any time of the day – there weren't many employees at the company. It's easier to trust a handful of people than it was to trust a hundred people.

The man in the shadows smiled to himself as he saw the man nearing the car that was his. Everything was going perfectly. No security camera would catch it... they were out of range for all seven cameras. He knew about the company the man worked for; he knew what it did and who ran it. And that's exactly why he was here to kill the man tonight.

As the man neared his car he heard footsteps behind him. Now he started to get scared. Most of his colleagues had gone home and those that were left were going to be there for a very long time. No one else should have been in the car park with him but there was. He cautiously turned around pulling a gun out of his jacket as he turned. But the poor guy didn't even have a chance. Before he even faced his killer he was shot – straight through his temporal bone killing him instantly.

The man died instantly but the killer decided to stay. Not out of remorse or guilt but because he needed to do a few more things before he could go back. Back to where he needed to be. First thing he needed to do was take away the brief case the man was carrying before he was killed. He had to do it slowly and gently so that he didn't cause any security gadgets to be set off and risk ruining what he'd come here for. He pried the dead man's fingers from around the handle; one finger at a time so not to jolt the case. Then he lifted the case away slowly making sure that he made no sudden movements or sounds as they too could set something off. He was now holding the case with both his hands a metre above where the dead man lay. He walked over and put the case in the passenger seat of his car which was about three yards away. Again he didn't rush it, he couldn't ruin what he'd come out here to do. And anyway only employees used this car park and everyone was still inside working or at home. Once he'd put the case in his car things started to happen a bit faster.

He jogged over to where the dead man was laying still not making a lot of sound so that he wouldn't catch anyone's attention from inside. He put the bag which was on his back on the floor and took out a plastic clear bottle. Inside was some sort of yellowish liquid. This was how he was going to get rid of the body. Nobody would be able to recognise him or that's what he believed – he didn't watch the news or read the paper very often. If he did he would have known about the best murder investigators in Washington DC.

He doused the body entirely in the yellow liquid, not leaving any part dry. Afterwards he threw the bottle to the side not caring where it landed. He didn't need it again now and even if the police found it there'd be no fingerprints to trace back to him – he was wearing gloves which he'd bought from a small store on the other side of town earlier in the week. Then he took out a small silver lighter from the front pocket of the bag. The light from the moon bounced off it as he held it up to inspect it for the millionth time in his life.

He'd marked out a path with the liquid earlier when he was soaking the body that led away from it so that he wasn't close when the body was alight. He stood at the end of the path for exactly thirty seconds. Five seconds so that he could feel remorse for the man he'd just murdered and twenty five so that he could look at his 'handiwork'. Once those thirty seconds were up he bent down and lit the end of the path watching as the fire travelled down it. He tucked the lighter into his pocket – he wasn't just going to throw that away. That was the only thing he had left of his father.

He looked at the dead man once again who was now engulfed in bright orange flames before turning to leave.

He ran back to his car with a huge grin on his face. He'd just accomplished what he'd set out to do. Now he was prepared for everything and anything. What he didn't know was that what he was looking for wasn't in the brief case. No it was in the man's jacket pocket. The same man he'd just killed and burnt.

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Thanks for reading,

Emma and Beth xx