Lol so I thought about this fic long and hard, trying to find a logical way to do this without revealing my main ideas right away. So I tried writing this various times and decided to go with it this way. Hopefully the characters are like they are in the shows, if not I apologize. Any way please enjoy my crossover.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Characters, but sometimes I really wish I did.

Chapter 1

"This is our case!" Booth exclaimed as he faced the director of the FBI, who was currently trying to push a different unit on the case Booth had just uncovered.

"You may have been the initial head of the case, but it directly relates to a case they have been working on for a while now. Strauss has informed me that her main team of the BAU has been tracking a suspect with the same MO. They're the best."

"Then why didn't they catch him sooner?" Booth demanded, he was loosely trained in profiling people and they still had Sweets, the BAU team from Quantico was not needed.

"You know very well what it's like to track a cold case." The FBI director said in a tone that most people wouldn't argue with. Booth, however, was not like most people.

"I'm trained in profiling and Sweets works with us when we're in need of advanced profiling."

"Sweets is not meant to be a field agent, if he was he would be at Quantico with the rest of Strauss' unit." Cullen said angrily, the phycologist was sent to determine if Booth and Brennan's relationship was ineffective, "Even if he wanted to help he couldn't. He had another assignment and will be busy for a few weeks, maybe months."

"We don't need the BAU's involvement!" Booth said angrily, he was not being replaced on yet another case.

"They'll be here in the morning, I suggest you inform Dr. Brennan and have everything in order for them." Cullen said returning to what he was doing before Booth had barged in on him, thus dismissing the unruly FBI agent.

Booth stormed out of the office glaring at anything and everything that got in his way, he was not overly happy with the situation and he was sure Brennan would be even more irritated. He wasn't looking forward to the conversation.

He jumped into his van and proceeded to speed down the road flicking on the police siren that he had been given in order to reach a crime scene quickly. He was headed to a crime scene, the scene of his own murder.

A few minutes later he parked in front of the Jeffersonian; he got out and slammed the door shut in an attempt to make him feel better. He quickly walked into the institution and down to the lab where Brennan and her squints worked.

"Seeley!" Cam called as he walked into the lab, "You don't look happy."

"Cullen is sending in the BAU to assist in the investigation of the body that was discovered yesterday. Apparently it's a new lead in a cold case that the team had been working on."

"So? What's the problem?"

"They're profilers." Booth said and Cam nodded in understanding. Brennan had grudgingly admitted that what Sweets and Booth did in cases was more than guessing. She would not however accept a career where they claimed phycology to be a science. To her it would be as good as making assumptions and guesses science.

"But you and Sweets-"

"Sweets is out of town and my basic training is apparently not enough." Booth said practically growling.

"But you've caught a lot of Criminals without any further training, even cold cases-"

"Apparently it's still not enough, they'll be here in the morning." Booth said as he continued to walk to Brennan's office. Luckily for him the squints had gathered together so he wouldn't have to continuously repeat himself.

"Hey Booth!" Hodgins called in greeting alerting everyone to his presence.

"Hey," Booth greeted back, which he never did thus alerting everyone to something being up, "How is the body we found yesterday?"

"The investigation is going well." Brennan answered.

"Good, Good. Apparently it seems related to a cold case the FBI has been working on, the agents will be arriving in the morning to assist in the investigation."

"What if it's just a fluke that the guy died?" Hodgins asked turning his body to facunce Booth.

"Then they will leave. But it matches the MO of a serial killer." Booth said and hesitated, which everyone noticed and they all looked at him expectantly, "The agents that will be joining us are members of the BAU. Profilers." The last word was said as if it was a curse.

"What?" Brennan demanded and everyone but Booth took this as a signal to leave.

"So," Angela said awkwardly as the watched the 'conversation' from the safety of the examining area, "How long do you think it'll take Brennan to get really pissed?"

"A day." Wendell said, and the other's shook their head.

"Half," Cam replied.

"Exactly forty minutes after one of them opens their mouths." Hodgins commented thinking fairly hard about it.

"The minute they say something close to an assumption." Angela was the last to say thinking over her co-workers answers.

Booth and Brennan walked out of the office and looked up at the four, who shifted at their stares, "You may as well get the evidence and facts together. Set up a room for them too, don't want them uncomfortable with their working conditions." Brennan growled obviously not happy with having to agree to work with the BAU team.

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I looked around the institution, it was very clean, pristine, It seemed odd that it was a housing for the dead. He wasn't sure why the Jeffersonian now participated in murder cases, but this was apparently where the victim was held and where they would be working.

I glanced back and noticed Garcia talking excitedly with Morgan, it's been a while since she went into the field with us. It was a cold case though and it would be easier if we had her with us, the BAU had other techs that would be willing to help.

I was stuck walking by myself down these unfamiliar halls that smelled strongly of sanitizer. Hotch and Rossi were just ahead of me talking about the case in low murmurs, Garcia and Morgan were behind me talking about all manners of things, and behind them was JJ and Prentiss talking about-god only knows what.

So I stayed in my thoughts which was where I generally preferred to be, even if it was me and Morgan walking together we rarely talked while on cases. Morgan wanting to prepare himself for the worst possible scenario, and me going through the facts over and over again. This case no one knew better than me, every word that was written down, every report we handed in signaling our failure, every picture, every crime scene was locked into my head tightly.

I didn't need to go over the facts and really I would have preferred some company at the moment. The reciting I knew was a way of calming my nerves, the nerves that sprung up every time I walked into a new situation. This was a lot different then what I was used to, we rarely worked with another FBI agent. We've never worked with an anthropologist.

Hotched opened the door and we walked in, it was obvious then that we were not welcome here. I studied the group carefully each presented themselves differently and in their difference there was the same general dislike in our direction.

"Hello. My name is Aaron Hotchner from the Behavioral Analysis Unit. I believe you were informed of my team and my arrival." Hotch said calmly, I had never heard him address anyone in anything but that cool collected tone.

"I hope your trip went well," said a woman politely and smiled at us, even though it was forced. She didn't like being imposed upon like everyone else, "My name is Camille-or Dr. Saroyan, next to me is Agent Seeley Booth,"

She was pointing at the tall fairly muscled man dressed in a black suit. Which wasn't unusual for an FBI agent, what was odd was the man's tie, and belt buckle. They were obviously not part of the dress code, and maybe his little bit of defiance. He remembered reading that Agent Booth was a fairly rebellious agent, but still one of the best.

"Then there is , she is an anthropologist and one of the most prized in the Jeffersonian."

We were told about Dr. Brennan and Dr. Saroyan and how the two seemed to clash, although Dr. Brennan unwillingly listens to her 'boss'. However the two seem like equals and possibly friends. Dr. Brennan is an anthropologist, the best in the country and Dr. Saroyan was a corner for many years. She was the one that worked with the flesh in the odd team of scientists.

"Beside her is Angela Montenegro, she does facial reconstruction and is an accomplished artist," Dr. Saroyan pointed to the dark haired female who smiled brightly at everyone, which was pointless it was obvious she was faking it. "Beside her is Dr. Jack Hodgins our particulates expert."

The man indicated remained stoic, and didn't even shift. Although his crossed arms gave away his uncaring attitude, he hated our presence as much as anyone. For once I didn't care; this was the only time we would ever work together.

"And finally we have Wendell Bray, our current intern," this member was the only member that was not displaying, or trying to hide, their hatred. He was simply bored, and I got the feeling that he hadn't been with the group for very long.

I nodded my understanding and acknowledgement, not noticing that the others were too. I noticed that Agent Booth had taken a step forward, facing the team of scientists.

"This is the BAU team. Aaron Hotchner is the team leader," Booth pointed toward Hotch his voice void of all tones, "Next to him is Special Agent David Rossi, and behind him is Dr. Spencer Reid. Then there is Special Agent Derek Morgan, next to him Is Penelope Garcia. The two ladies at the back there are Special Agent Emily Prentiss and then there is Special Agent Jennifer Jareau* she acts as a media liaison."

Now the team of scientists nodded their heads, this would be a very awkward situation that will most likely have to be dealt with carefully as to not push themselves on to the others. The case could easily deteriorate, this wasn't their first high pressure situation but it probably would be the worst if what Strauss told us is true.

"Well," Dr, Saroyan said clapping her hands together, which was an unconscious movement on her part, "I'll show you where you'll be working, and where to find the rest of us."

She walked forward and we all calmly followed after her, the other scientists falling in behind us. To be honest that unnerved me a little, not that they would know. We walked around the raised platform that was used as an examining area, due to the metal beds with remains in them.

We stopped at one office that was quite large and decorated intelligently, "This is Dr. Brennan's office, she has agreed to let you use it. Don't disrupt anything. Now continue to follow me,"

I wasn't sure why but I had the childish feeling to move something in the office, perhaps to see how Dr. Brennan would react if I was to do so. I decided it's best not to tempt fate and this case with my childish urges.

"Agent Booth and Brennan normally just work out in the field, but we assume that you'll want to join them. So when not in the field they'll most likely be in the examining area, or here."

Dr, Saroyan led us to an upper floor where there was a couch a few chairs and a coffee table, it almost seemed like an employee lounge except that it was in a corner of the floor that over looked Dr. Brennan's office as well as others and the examining area. She then walked back down stairs and through a door, she walked briskly down the hall and turned into another room.

The room was large and mostly empty except for a large block that sat in the middle of the room. It was mostly dark, lit by dim pot lights mounted on the roof. I noticed briefly that there was a door on the other side, and didn't have to voice my question.

"This is where you'll find Angela, this is where she does facial reconstruction. Would you care to do a demonstration?" I looked at the young woman, who nodded once before walking forward. It was obvious that she was confident in her own surroundings.

She picked up a skull that had various cracks, it was obviously pieced together. There was also white foam pieces placed in certain parts of the skull, they were markers. I had once read that they were used to mark certain indicators of appearance. I was good at telling similarities in pictures, but the skull looked like every skull I had seen.

Angela held up a sketch of a young girl, it was well drawn. "This face belongs to this skull. I had done the facial reconstruction yesterday. These," here she pointed at the markers, "Are markers used to point out certain features, like high cheek bones. Now if you'll direct you attention here."

We all watched with mild interest as she walked over to the box, she picked up a clipboard looking object and took out a stylus. She taped the bored once and the box came to life, glowing brightly illuminating the room. At the same time the pots on the roof faded completely.

"Now here," She held up another skull, "is one if haven't started. I can punch in the data of the skull, again things like high cheek bones, or like this one, nose placement."

Once again she tapped the stylus on the bored and the outline of a skull appeared. She then tapped some more occasionally looking at the skull, and slowly the exact replica of the skull appeared floating above the box.

"Now that the skull is there we can add the muscles, tendons, and flesh." She said as she tapped and showed the reconstructing of a skull. Now the picture of a man was displayed, large and looked crooked.

"The examination proved that this man's nose was broken sometime before his death, hence the warped appearance of the nose." That was Dr. Brennan she was now closer to the, well I wasn't too sure what it was.

"So that's a three-dimensional graphics simulation system?" Garcia asked awe evident in her tone.

"Yes, I call it the Angelator." Angela said proudly, it was obvious that she spent a lot of time and energy on the machine.

"Now behind that door is Angela's office," Dr. Saroyan said and walked over to the door I had noticed earlier. We followed and glanced briefly in the room. There was a lot computer's almost as much as Garcia had, there was also another large screen that displayed various pictures of a skeleton.

"Have I died and gone to hackers heaven?" Garcia asked slightly breathless.

"Garcia is our information gal," Morgan said draping an arm over the girls shoulder.

"If Angela doesn't mind I'm sure you can work here," Dr, Saroyan said and Angela nodded once and I was sure, had Garcia been the type, she would have squealed in excitement. She only grinned and thanked Angela.

"Now come this way and I'll show you Hodgins' haunt." Dr. Saroyan said, and I noticed the glare that said scientist was giving them.

"Do not touch Anything." He practically growled out, and I got the faint impression that he was very protective of the equipment he worked with.

We walked back out of the room and back down the hall into another room, which was surrounded by clear glass. There was another room attached to this one, which looked like another examining room.

"Dr. Hodgins does various things in the lab. Such as chemical experiments, authorization of artifacts, and mostly particulates examining or testing. Mr. Wendell also assists with Chemical experiments, examination of bones, and when there is a murder case he locates the type of murder weapon, if one is used."

That was her way of explaining these two rooms; it was also a way of finishing the tour quickly. The second I was thankful for, it meant we could start on the case sooner. Then we could possibly solve it this time, and go home and never have to walk into this situation again.

We walked back to the main area, where Dr. Brennan motioned for us to follow her up to the examining area. A new body had been placed on one of the examining tables, the smell of burnt flesh and chemicals reached my nose and I couldn't prevent the wrinkling of my nose.

"This is the Victim. As of right now we aren't sure of it being a natural death or a murder. The victim was found in the forest that had been previously burned in a possible forest fire, although we are not sure if it was really a forest fire."

Dr. Brennan was efficient as she examined the body; I looked down and noticed the chard flesh that still hung to the body.

"The victim is a female, who had a broken wrist directly before her death. She is approximately around twenty years in age. I can do further examination after the flesh is removed, Cam you can take any samples you need. Booth was the particulates gathered?"

"They were, here." He said handing Dr. Hodgins several small glass containers that held dirt and charred remains of-something.

Dr. Hodgins walked away quickly, obviously excited about the objects he had been giving. I noticed that Cam was carefully scrapping off some of the remaining cooked flesh, she too walked away briskly.

"Let's get the rest removed, Wendell please get the beetles."

"Did you know that, uh, forty percent of the recognized insects are classified as beetles?" I asked and resisted the urge to slap my hand over my mouth. Sometimes I just can't control myself.

End chapter.

*JJ is an FBI Agent just to let you know in case you were wondering why I call her 'Special Agent'. This note is just a precaution for the people who don't know, i don't mean to insult anyone.

Okay there is the first chapter, I hope you liked it. Please tell me what you think.