The Profilers in the Lab Chapter 1: Monday Morning, a bones fanfic

Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds. It is the property of Mark R. Gordon and CBS. I also do not own Bones, property of Hart Hanson and FOX.

Author's Note: Here is the timeline: For Criminal Minds, it's up to episode 2x13, "No Way Out," which means no The Big Game/Revelations, no possible drug problems for Reid, and no issues between him and Emily. For Bones, its up to episode, 2x12, "The Girl in the Gator," except, for the sake of the story, Sully was her partner briefly while Booth had his therapy, but nothing developed relationship wise. For those that don't know a great deal about one of the shows, I tried to somewhat describe the characters a little in the beginning here to give you a feel for them. Hope it helps! Oh, and for any shippers out there, this is not really going to be a romantic story, but I did throw in some tidbits of flirting/feelings between the following: JJxReid, MorganxGarcia, BoothxBones, and AngelaxHodgins (they'll be obvious since they are dating).

This is being simultaneously posted under Criminal Minds as "Reading the Bones."

Thanks to Whiteowl1 for beta reading and letting me bounce ideas off of you!

And, as always, please read and review! The more feedback, the quicker I tend to update! First attempt at Bones, so please be kind!

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The Profilers in the Lab

Chapter One: Monday Morning

By Ann Parker

Dr. Spencer Reid, in his usual attire of brown pants, stripped shirt, loosely fitted tie, messenger bag, and of course, two different colored socks, strolled into the break room of the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI headquarters in Quantico. It was 8:20 am on a sunny Monday morning. He found his best friend, Derek Morgan, in black pants and a blue dress shirt that was sure to make every woman stop and stare, talking with Emily Prentiss, their newest team member. She was wearing her usual pants suit. They both turned to greet him as he walked over to the coffee pot.

"Morning Reid," Emily offered with a kind smile. He smiled back as he poured his coffee.

"Did you have a good weekend?" Morgan asked, taking a sip of the liquid caffeine. Reid didn't notice the older man shake his head as he used ten packets of sugar in his coffee.

"I wasn't here, so that's a plus," Reid replied with a slight smile. They others nodded in agreement as he took a drink. He ran a hand through his mop top of brown hair, pushing it out of his eyes. A few days off with no phone calls was a blessing for the BAU team.

"Morning Spence," greeted JJ, their blond liaison in her usual skirt and suit jacket. Reid smiled at the use of her nickname for him. Just the sound of it could still make his heart flutter, even after all this time. She quickly grabbed a cup of coffee as well, the common drug for the group.

"Morning JJ," he replied, even though she was almost out the door again, her hair swinging behind her. Man how he loved that sight.

"We have a case, guys," she added, looking back at them quickly as she exited the room. You could almost hear all three sigh. They loved their jobs, but a new case meant there was a new killer, arsonist, or some other form of evil that was loose again. The group followed her as they headed up a small flight of stairs to the conference room.

"Morning Sugar, Emily, Reid," greeted Penelope Garcia, their computer technician, joining them in their journey once they reached the second level. Morgan couldn't stop the smile that crept across his face at the sound of her voice. He quickly took in her appearance – her blond hair pulled up in several little buns, a red top, and a black and white checkered skirt – and his smile only grew. He didn't notice Reid and Emily glance at each other and smile at his reaction.

"Morning gorgeous," he replied as they entered the conference room. Garcia flashed him a bright smile in response. They found their two leaders, Aaron Hotchner in his FBI standard issue suit and tie and Jason Gideon in his casual attire that almost mirrored Reid, already there and examining the crime scene photos. The younger group exchanged looks as they noticed the photos of two bodies on the bulletin boards behind the table. Well, bodies might not be the best description. They were hardly recognizable as humans – there were jagged cuts and burns all over. It looked more like a pile of charred meat with flashes of red where the cut muscles were exposed. Limbs were contorted in odd positions. To an innocent passerby, it might be hard to figure out which end was which. It was a good thing the blinds were still closed on the two large windows in the room.

"Well, I'm glad I haven't eaten anything yet this morning," commented Emily as they took their seats. Even for their well-trained eyes, it was almost too much to see. Particularly at 8:24 in the morning. They settled in around the large, circular table as JJ filled them in on the case.

"Two bodies have been discovered at different locations around the capital in the last two days. At the Washington Monument and Lincoln Memorial, to be exact. The authorities have managed to keep it out of the press as of now, but that probably won't last long. There was no usable evidence at the crime scenes. Due to the extreme state of the bodies, the local coroner was unable to determine the official cause of death or identify the victims," JJ stated as they looked over the photos.

"No fingerprints?" asked Reid.

"The unsub cut off their fingertips," stated Gideon.

"And their faces are unrecognizable," added Hotch.

Morgan leaned back in his chair. "So we've got two bodies that can't be identified, no cause of death, and we have nothing to go on about the unsub's motivation other than the locations chosen for dumping the bodies," he reviewed, receiving nods from the rest. "Well, this should be a piece of cake."

"You know," commented Emily after a moment. "I have a friend that works in the Forensic division at the Jeffersonian. Maybe he could help us identify the bodies."

"Call him," ordered Gideon, removing his small wire framed glasses and rubbing his eyes. "Something tells me we're going to need any help we can get with this one." Emily nodded and stepped out of the room to make the call.

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Special Agent Seeley Booth strolled into his office at the J. Edgar Hoover Building in DC, tucking his red shades into the pocket of his suit jacket. He sat down, taking a sip of his coffee, just waiting for a case to come across his desk. He hadn't had one in almost a week, which meant he had no excuse to bother Bones or the squints. Leaning back, he propped his feet up on his desk, exposing his red stripped socks. If he leaned back just a little farther, he would have been able to see the picture of the American flag on his back wall. As it were, he stared at the old, plaster ceiling and sighed. If his phone didn't ring pretty soon, it was going to be a very long day.

Around the same time, Dr. Temperance Brennan, in her typical apparel of black dress pants and dark green dress top that brought out her eyes, walked into her far more spacious office at the Jeffersonian Institute. She set down her bag and coffee cup on her clear, glass desk. As she sat down and turned on her computer, she pushed some of her wavy brown hair behind her ear. The break from the cases had given her time to plot out her next book, but she wasn't really interested in it. She was beginning to actually miss Booth sticking his head through her glass door and making some comment she didn't understand before telling her to grab her kit.

"Good morning!" greeted Angela Montenegro as she walked through the door. She was adorning a wavy skirt, pink top, and a couple of beaded necklaces, her usual fashionable, and yet slightly Bohemian style. It fit her personality perfectly. The colors seemed to match the glow from her smile. Brennan smiled slightly; clearly Angela was in a better mood than herself.

"You seem happy," she replied, only to get a sly smile in response.

"Nothing like sex in the morning to make even a Monday a good day," Angela replied.

"Well, that was more than I needed to hear," stated Dr. Camille Saroyan from the doorway, looking professional as usual in her suit. "Good morning," she added, a small, kind smile on her face. Slowly, but surely, she had been accepted into the group. Angela and Brennan returned the greeting. "I'll be in my office if Booth shows up."

"Okay," Brennan replied and Cam walked off. "Wouldn't that be nice," she added to herself as she looked back at her desk, not noticing Angela's smile.

"Dr. Brennan, do you want me to finish cataloging those bones?" Brennan looked back up to see Dr. Zack Abby, already in his blue lab coat, standing in the doorway. Even though he was no longer her graduate student, he still felt the need to check in with her.

"Yes, that would be good. I'll be there in a few minutes to help you," Brennan replied. At least the break had given them time to catch up on the backlog the board wanted them to work on. Right now it was remains of soldiers from World War II. Zack nodded and walked away.

"I'll let you get back to daydreaming about Booth," teased Angela, out the door before Brennan could reply. What was that supposed to mean? She watched with her green eyes as Angela made her way over to Dr. Jack Hodgins, who appeared to be on the phone. It would be nice if her phone rang.

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"Okay, Jack said that they should be able to help, but that we should go through the agent that works with them on federal cases," stated Emily, walking back into the conference room.

"Who is it?" asked Hotch, quickly grabbing a pen and paper.

"A Special Agent Seeley Booth."