This week was a really good one for writing, I haven't had a great spurt of Muse like that in a while so here we go. as promised a new show added to our recipe of crossover. I think that brings it to five? Anyway. I tried to capture these characters as best I could, lemme know what you think.

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Dr. Lanie Parrish entered the morgue at seven forty five AM to find a tall woman with dark hair leaning over the body of the US customs inspector Mark Joseph. Anger filled her petite body as she realized that this person was not from the ME's office. She dropped her purse in her office and stormed into the autopsy room.

The doors slammed against the wall but the woman didn't jump, she merely looked up and Lanie's stare was met with haunting blue eyes behind safety glasses.

"Excuse me!" She yelled in a stern voice, "This area is restricted and you're tampering with a murder victim."

Her tone was distant as she returned to examining the body, "I would hardly call an examination to be tampering."

"This body has already been examined by an ME. Me!" Her throaty voice revealed her aggravation.

"You must be Dr. Parrish then." She said as she gently picked up the victims hand.

"I don't know you and I know all the ME's in New York City."

"I'm not a Medical Examiner." She said as she stared at the hack marks on the end of the forearm, comparing them with the marks on the unburned hand. "I'm a Forensic Anthropologist."

"Oh!"Lanie shouted, "And that makes it all better! Get the hell out of my autopsy room before I call one of my Detectives and have you arrested."

Without any apparent emotion she set the hand down and focused her attention on the forehead, "Neither you or your detectives have the authority to remove me." She adjusted the light and focused it on the head, "Since I didn't find it in your report can I assume that you were unaware that the victim received a periorbital ecchymosis before he was killed?"

Lanie looked at her and then down at the head, "How could you see that?"

She pointed at the crisp skin around the bottom of the left eye, "Right here. The condition of the skin, although heavily distorted by the extreme temperatures was significantly disrupted before being exposed to an accelerant and ignited. The damage could only be caused by blunt force trauma which compressed the tissue against both the Zygomatic and Maxillary arches. I am certain that a deeper examination would verify that the Periorbital around the frontal arch also suffered trauma. Such detail could further the investigation into his death. And be the fact that could lead to the murderer."

Lanie looked up at the woman who suddenly became almost passionate about the crime. She straightened up to her full 5'4" height which was augmented by three inch heels, although it didn't do much against the strange woman in front of her who was easily half a head taller. It was like looking up at Jane or Kate although she believed this woman was actually taller.

"You have a very keen eye but again, you're not authorized to be in this area and I'm going to have to ask you to leave immediately." She put as much authority as he had into her voice but again the woman was unfazed as her sea blue eyes returned to the body. Lanie watched as finely arched eyebrows pinched together slightly as she examined the cut on the charred forhead. She pulled a very bright penlight out of her pocket and shined it into the gash.

Lanie reached out to take it when a male voice called from the door.

"I wouldn't do that, Doctor."

Lanie looked over to see a government suit standing in the doorway. He was tall, over six feet with a strong build that had a few pounds of enjoyment on it. His dark hair was cropped within an inch of his scalp and his dark eyes reminded her of Jane. His demeanor screamed Fed, as did his suit. The only clash against that persona was the bright red belt buckle that held the image of a rooster with the word COCKY emblazoned over the fowl.

"I'm Special Agent Seeley Booth with the FBI and this is Dr. Temperance Brennan of the Jeffersonian Medico Legal Department."

She crossed her arms and Booth could have sworn her deep brown face had just gotten darker with anger. "I don't really give a damn who you are. You have no right to barge in here and start pulling bodies out of the freezer." She stuck her hand in her pocket and came up with a phone.

He smiled warmly, "I'm sorry for intruding like we did. Bones gets kind of…" He rubbed his chin with a thumb, "Exuberant when it comes to examinations."

She ignored him, "Beckett, you better get over here. There's a Fed and his own ME digging in your Customs guy."

Bones looked up at her, "I'm a Forensic Anthropologist." She said again as she moved the light around the face.

"Bring Rizzoli cause she's gonna need to be here to hold me back from kicking this haughty bitch's ass."

Again without looking up she commented, "That would be extremely unwise to attempt."

Booth raised his eyebrows in agreement, "That's the truth."

Lanie growled as she hung up. "Stop touching the body, you are both going to wait for Sergeant Beckett to get here."

Her eyes widened as Bones continued to ignore her instructions.

Fifteen minutes later Brennan was filling out her report when two female detectives marched in to the autopsy room. Both were tall for women and the one with lighter hair was obviously the one in charge but the second one set his defences off. She was a fighter and a damn good one if her posture was any indication.

Brennan ignored them as she continued to fill out her report.

"I'm Sergeant Beckett. What the hell is going on?" Said the one with brown hair.

Booth stood up and flipped open his badge. "I'm Special Agent Booth, this is my associate Dr. Brennan. We're here about Mark Joseph."

"How about the courtesy of a phone call," The black haired one spoke with a distinctive husky voice.

He put his badge away and nodded, "Ordinarily I would have except that we got the case late last night and arrived early enough that I didn't want to wake anyone while my colleague here conducted her field exam."

Brennan snorted, "This is hardly the field, booth. The body is more than fifty hours removed from the scene." She looked up at them and Jane was surprised to find eyes that revealed intelligence along the lines of Maura. "I need to see the scene before we collect all photographic images, evidentiary reports and current tests being ran before we can transport the body back to the Jeffersonian." She didn't even bat an eye as she returned to her paperwork.

"Awe hell no lady." Jane shouted, "You ain't taking shit out of here!"

Booth opened his mouth to speak when the Sergeant cut him off. "Agent Booth, this victim is part of a series of murders around the city. We have eleven other bodies tied to this one mass case and there is no way that we can allow you to remove a body that can be key to our case."

He looked at her, "Eleven other bodies? How certain are you that they're connected?"

Jane smirked, "As sure as I am that you're not taking that body out of here."

Brennan calmly set her pen down and stood up, "The Federal Bureau of Investigations mandate supersedes that of local law enforcement and the Jeffersonian Medico Legal department is the Bureaus chosen Forensic department. I can assure you that the body of Mark Jos…"

"Bones," Booth said to get her attention, "Relax a minute. I got it." He held up his hands in a relax gesture and turned back to the detectives. "How exactly can you tie this body," he pointed at one of the lockers, "directly to your serial murder case?"

Kate crossed her arms, "Most of the bodies we discovered are either tied to narcotic activities or financial institutions. Our theory is that there is a new trafficker out there pushing their product and killing off those who have done something to piss of the one in charge."

Jane picked up right where her partner let off and it surprised booth. "The first few victims were either low end dealers or upper-low end distributors and we hadn't paid enough attention, figuring it was another squabble between dealers. It wasn't until a banker died that we started to see a pattern; her eyes had been scooped out."

"She had to have seen something that our new King Pin didn't want known." Kate threw in, "The next one had no tongue. Again we think he was talking to someone before he was killed. After that we went back on all of our old cases and discovered two significant similarities. One was that body parts were cut out. Eyes for seeing, ears for hearing, tongues for talking and with Mark Joseph, hands for stealing."

"The other significant tie is the use of salt on a majority of the pre mortem wounds. Almost every victim was cut up with salt ground into the wounds."

Bones nodded, "There is a substance that could be calcium chloride on the severed wrists of the body."

"Our crime lab came back with that yesterday." Jane smirked at the doctor. "So as you can see, this case is part of a series of murders and is also possibly linked to a new narcotics network trying to make a home out of New York."

"Which makes kicking the case up the old FBI ladder kinda hard for us to accept." Kate said, "Now if there is something specific that you need to satisfy the FBI bitch list then by all means I have several cases I'm not making anything good out of that I can hand off."

"Even though I don't do that, I'd do it just to get you out of here." Jane added.

"Booth put on his best smile and sighed, "Detectives, I can understand, I really can. If somebody walked into the Jeffersonian and tried to make off with one of Bones' bodies, I'd be doing the same thing as you are right now. But the victim worked in a federal agency, which demands a federal investigation and I'm willing to share everything we get on him with you."

Jane snorted loudly as she turned her head to her partner, "Agent Dean said the same thing to me plenty of times before he almost got Maura killed."

Booth froze at her words, "You knew Gabriel Dean?" Brennan watched them carefully.

Jane narrowed her eyes as he tried to squelch her mixed memories. "Yeah I guess you could say I knew him. How did you know him? You come out of FBI drone school together?"

The hurt look in her eyes belied her harsh words and he knew that his death had affected her. "I met him a few times in the Hoover building when he came to DC. He worked a different unit than I did but ex-service members tend to remember each other. I was sorry to hear that he died."

Her eyes filled with pain and something told him to leave it alone. Suddenly her posture changed and her expression turned completely blank. Her voice was smooth and unemotional.

"He died trying to save my fiancé and niece." She said. "Even though he was a bastard sometimes he always tried to do what he thought was right."

Booth nodded, "Sometimes being a bastard comes with the job."

As Jane became her other self, Kate decided it was time to step in. "So now that you two have established a common tie what do you say we get back to how you're not leaving with my body."

"Actually it's Mark Joseph's body and the FBI is now custodial in charge of it." Brennan said.

"And once again the lines of communication break down." Kate growled. "Look Booth, you're not taking the body. If you want to bring some of your people in I have eleven other bodies they can go over as well."

"Kate." Jane said as her eyes lightened to their chocolate color, "You can't trust them! They're the FBI. They lie and withhold information and evidence."

"I do not lie!" Bones barked and it was the first real emotion that Jane had seen from her.

"If you work with the FBI, you have to lie; it's part of their make up."

"Booth stepped between them before this became an issue, "Doctor Brennan is a highly noted forensic anthropologist of renown. Her name is known worldwide and so is her integrity. If you don't believe me than you can believe whatever she says because that credibility means more to her than any case."

Jane got into his face, "My girlfriend is a highly noted Medical Examiner of renown whose name is known worldwide. She has worked with the FBI many times over and is INCAPABLE of lying. She even told me that she has a hard time believing anything that comes from an agent's mouth!"

Bones looked over at her, "Who is your girlfriend?"

"Excuse me?" Jane said stunned that Brennan was asking.

"Your girlfriend," She said, "May I ask her name?"

"Doctor Maura Isles."

Brennan smiled and Jane glared. "Something I should know?"

"I believe that Dr. Isles can vouch for my integrity. I've worked with her a few times in Sudan. Please tell her that you spoke with Dr. Temperance Brennan from the Jeffersonian."

Kate glared at her, "Temperance Brennan as in the author?"

"Among other things," Booth said as he stared at the ceiling, "Bones wears a lot of hats."

"Booth, you know that I hardly ever hats." She scolded.

"Um yeah, this just got very domestic." Kate said, "My fiancé is an author as well."

Brennan looked at her oddly, "Has he been published?"

Jane went in to a snorting fit that had her damn near on the floor laughing. She finally ended up against the wall trying to contain herself.

"That would be a resounding yes, Bones." Booth said as he watched the dark haired detective. He was waiting to see her expression change again.

"I do not see anything humorous about my question." Bones said as she too watched Jane.

Kate sighed and ran a hand through her head, "You'll have to forgive my partner, sometimes she finds humor in the oddest places."

"May I ask your fiancé's name?" Brennan said again.

Kate blew out a huff of air and groaned, "Richard Castle."

Booth didn't recognize the name but Brennan did.

"I'm familiar with his novels. The Derrick Storm series did very well on the New York Times best seller's list but often his medical conclusions were all facetious."

"Read his latest one, Maura Isles helped him with the medical stuff." She said as Jane finally stopped laughing.

"I need air and coffee." She said as she started to stand.

"You need to cut down on whatever happy nectar Maura has been slipping into your morning cup."

"She keeps giving me that Caffeine free crap that you've also been pushing on me." She said, "I'm going into withdrawal."

"Amusement is not a medical side effect of caffeine withdrawal." Brennan said.

"Wow, you sounded just like Maura for a minute there." Jane said as she pulled out her phone and texted her love.

Less than a minute later her phone rang.

"Jane. You have temperance there at the ME's office?"

"Um she says she is." Jane said, "Do you know her?"

"Yes I do. And you can trust her implicitly. She is capable of lying but I have never even heard of her doing so. May I speak to her?"

Jane sighed as she held her phone out to the woman, "It's for you."

Two hours later they were standing in Captain Gates' office while being yelled at for twelve bodies that were being transported to the Jeffersonian in Washington DC. Gates was on a roll and it was apparent that they would be in uniform for the next three months when Agent Booth came to the 12th and interrupted the tirade.

He didn't bother to wait for the yelling to stop before he entered.

"Captain Gates, I'm Seeley Booth with the FBI." He shut the door and handed her a file.

"What's this? An authorization to fuck me and my department up the ass?" She growled and opened the file.

"No." He smiled, "It's a standard FBI release of evidence to the NYPD on all of the Jeffersonian's findings for the twelve victims, a letter of commendation for the cooperation shown by Detectives Beckett and Rizzoli, a copy of a commendation for cooperation and excellence for the 12th Precinct's professionalism with the FBI on this case that was send directly to the Mayor's office as well as the office of the Police Commissioner, a citation of excellence for you personally for your cooperation, which should look good in your service jacket, and letters of exemplary handling of evidence from both the Jeffersonian Medico Legal and the FBI for both your unit, and the Office of the Medical Examiner of New York City."

Neither Jane nor Kate had the guts to move a muscle as they stood at parade rest in front of their captain's desk though both wanted to smile more than breathe at this point. Booth had really gone out for them in this and he had shown that he would play ball.

Gates glared at Beckett and Rizzoli, "Fucking unbelievable. You really think all this bullshit is gonna fly with me?"

She narrowed her eyes on the FBI man who didn't even break his smile. "I came up in internal affairs and I recognize a bribe when I see one."

He lost his grin than and took on an innocent look, "Oh no, Captain you have entirely the wrong idea about this. In all my years as an agent I've never seen such assistance from any department when Jurisdiction is in question. Detective Rizzoli and Sergeant Beckett were animate in their defence of the case of Mark Joseph. But once we established a clear set of common professional references, they were willing to release the body on the condition that the Jeffersonian go over the other eleven victims for anything to augment the ME's findings."

Jane had to call on her other side to keep her face straight, Booth was really laying it on thick and she wanted to tell Kate that she'd never play poker with him, ever. Kate held her face with all of the skills she had developed in her life to keep from betraying the same kind of amusement she knew Jane was struggling with.

Gates watched them as Booth continued. "You see, their cooperation is the reason that Dr. Saroyan agreed to take on the eleven other victims. Apparently, Dr. Brennan, Dr. Saroyan and Dr. Isles are all professional acquaintances and Detective Rizzoli and I also have a mutual friend in common. It went a long way to easing the jurisdictional nightmare we were all looking at. Plus I do understand the need for positive reinforcement these kinds of exchanges seem to lack which is why my boss felt the need to present it properly to both the Mayor and the Commissioner. Because Detectives Beckett and Rizzoli were so certain that you would be willing to cooperate with this joint venture I took the liberty of pitching the commendation to my boss who agreed to the commendation for your NYPD service Jacket."

He turned his eyes to Beckett and Rizzoli and passed them an unfriendly look, "Obviously they were mistaken about their captain's level of cooperation and understanding." He turned back to her, "If you could just hand that commendation back we'll forget all about it."

Jane groaned softly and Kate blinked. Gates closed the file. "Apparently my detectives hadn't fully explained themselves." She opened the file and pulled out the findings release. "This appears in order so long as the FBI doesn't renege on it."

"You'll note that it's signed by Dr. Camille Saroyan, she's the head of the Medico Legal Department of the Jeffersonian and she has the full authority to release forensic evidence from the FBI that comes through her department. Even if J. Edger Hoover rose up from his grave to try to stop it he couldn't under the federal mandate the Jeffersonian works under."

She looked again at the commendation before handing it back to him, "I haven't earned this Agent Booth so I won't accept it. I find my detectives and their backdoor dealings to be an affront to this unit and the NYPD as a whole, but I won't ever repeat that. This was all done without either my knowledge or consent and although it does produce quite a bit of good posterity for my department I can't in good conscience accept it. You hold true to this deal and I won't raise charges against Detectives Rizzoli and Beckett for violating the chain of command." She looked at them, "Now it's your turn to hold your breath for the shit you just stepped in. Don't you ever try to drag me into something like this again."

Booth stopped smiling then, "If they hadn't gone to bat for you personally and your department, then I would have brought you a federal subpoena instead, one that demanded the release of the body and all evidence pertaining to it. Their combined case would have a huge hole in it and you'd miss out on one of the best forensic departments in the world who are looking over your victims with the finest toothed combs anywhere at no expense to your department. Your detectives are a credit to your unit and they saved you and the NYPD from a huge jurisdictional embarrassment."

The look in her eye said that he got through. She narrowed her eyes at the partners again before nodding to Booth. "Okay, they're off the hook, but!" She levelled a finger at them. "I swear to baby Jesus, you ever pull another stunt like this and I'll kick both of your bony asses right out the door. Now get out of my office!"

Jane cleared her throat, "Um, Captain?"

"What the fuck do you want now, Rizzoli?"

"I have a cold case I'm sitting on for another Fed." She bit her lip nervously.

"Are you kidding me?!" She shouted, "Are you passing off all of your cases?"

"Rizzoli explained it to me, Sir." Kate said, "She's traded info with the agent in question before in Boston and it's been a beneficial relationship. I checked it out with Sergeant Korsak in Boston and he assures me that the case will come back in a timely manner with more leads than we've been able to generate." She looked at her partner, "Can we get out of here before we do get fired?"

Jane nodded, "I have no other case exchanges going on, Sir."

Booth scratched his head. "Well I can see this is going to be interesting." He looked at the partners, "Nice to know you two are never boring."

"I wish to Hell they were." Gates uttered, "If they weren't as good as they are, I'd have fired the both of them a month into their partnership. Now get out!"

They snapped to attention and walked out. Booth chuckled softly.

"Something you find amusing agent Booth?" She snarled.

"You really do have a helluva team there." He said as he held up the commendation. "You should be proud of them."

She glanced out the door before levelling with him, "I am but Rizzoli just pisses me off to no end. Don't tell them this but I'm actually going to miss her arrogant ass around here."

He frowned, "They're leaving?"

She groaned as she sat down, "Transferring to Boston over the summer. The best investigators I've ever seen and I'm losing them over marriage, kids, and yards."

Booth stood quietly as he recognized that she had more to say so he waited.

"Thing is, Beckett doesn't have much in the way of family anymore and I guess Mama Rizzoli took her in. She's been a lot happier since she started making trips to Boston and even more so when Rizzoli came to live with her. She actually stood toe to toe with me to get her in here and again when they chose to transfer out together. Beckett says that she took the job to start a family but I still think it was because Rizzoli and Isles are homesick. One thing I can say about Rizzoli is that she's loyal to Beckett every bit as much as she is to her doctor girlfriend. She won't leave this unit unless I do toss her out."

"Sounds like family to me." He said and again, held up the paper.

She shook her head, "You bring back those results unimpeded and I'll think about that paper, in the mean time I have work to do. Good day, agent booth."

"Have a nice day, Captain."

Booth smiled and nodded before he stepped out of the office and didn't bother to look at Beckett and Rizzoli as he left Homicide.

So, R&I, Castle, SVU, Crossing Jordan, and now Bones. Its a wonder I can keep it all straight. This was so much fun and I hope you enjoyed it half as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Feed My Muse, pretty please. With the cherry on top.