Disclaimer: I do not own Bones (belonging to Fox) or Criminal Minds (belonging to CBS).

In Washington D.C.

"Up, Daddy, Up!" Christine Booth bounced excitedly, naming her choice for movie night at the Booth/Brennan residence.

"Okay! Bones, you want to come join us?" asked her father, Special Agent Seeley Booth, as he rifled through the collection of movies.

"Sure," Dr. Temperance Brennan smiled. A quiet evening sounding nice, with all of the cases they had gone through the last few weeks.

As Booth put the movie into the DVD player, two different ringtones filled the air. As if they had synchronized it, both parents simultaneously picked up their phones, answering "Booth." and "Brennan" respectively.

Christine didn't notice the disturbance, her eyes glued to the TV as the movie began. Brennan finished her phone call first, and dialed another number for Christine's babysitter, hoping that she would be able to come at night.

Luckily, Christine's babysitter, Ellie, lived in the neighborhood and was free to come over. As Booth hung up on his phone call, he let the 16-year-old girl in.

"Hey, Christine," he said. "Will you be fine with Ellie watching movies with you?"

Christine nodded hesitantly. Ellie smiled and said, "Guess what? I have the same name as that girl right there!" She emphasized the fact by pointing at the character in the movie.

That caught Christine's attention. "Really?" she cried excitedly.

"Uh huh," Ellie smiled, nodding to the parents who were sneaking out to their cars.

Brennan mouthed her thanks as they headed out the door to the Jeffersonian.

"What couldn't wait until tomorrow?" said Dr. Jack Hodgins as he walked in with Angela Montenegro, who was holding Michael Vincent.

Dr. Camille Saroyan raised an eyebrow at the young boy's presence in the lab.

"We couldn't find a babysitter at this time of night and all of the day cares are closed," Angela explained.

"You can drop him off at ours," said Booth as he and Brennan came in. "He and Christine will have fun watching movies."

"But first," interrupted Cam, "we have something more pressing to attend to."

As Brennan and Hodgins followed Cam up to the platform, Cam turned to the body on the table. "This body was found when the lake was dragged. The police need an ID, cause of death, and time of death."

The body was burned, with patches of skin covering the bones, yet clearly damp. The strange contradiction caught Brennan's attention. There was also a gunshot wound to the chest. Analysis would prove if it was fatal.

Hodgins spotted some algae on the victim's burned remains of clothing. "Come to Papa," he crowed as he retrieved a sample and went off to analyze it.

Angela, still on the ground floor with Booth, turned to Cam. "I'm just going to drop off Michael Vincent at Brennan's."

Cam nodded. The body's head was too burned to be used for a facial reconstruction, and the bones wouldn't be cleaned until tomorrow, when Dr. Brennan's assistant, Dr. Zack Addy, arrived. She took a sample of the hair and skin. She doubted that DNA would be present, but there wasn't any harm in trying.

Angela left, thanking Booth for holding the door open for her.

"So, Bones," said Booth, joining the others on the platform. "What have we got?"

"Pelvic bone suggests a male, bone remodeling says between the ages of 30 and 40. Projecting nasal spine, angular oval orbits, and hair tell me the victim was a blond Caucasian. The skin has to be cleaned off for me to determine anything else. I can tell you one more thing, though…" said Brennan as she looked at the skull more closely.

"What?" wondered Booth, now curious.

"He's missing an ear."

The next morning in Quantico, Virginia

"Good morning, Baby Girl," said Derek Morgan, as the blond technical analyst passed by him.

Penelope Garcia did not respond as usual; instead, she brushed past him and strode into the conference room, her heels clicking against the floor excitedly.

Morgan raised an eyebrow, curious as to what distracted her so much she didn't return the usual greeting. Jennifer Jareau, Spencer Reid, and Emily Prentiss shared a look, and all three followed Garcia into the room, where the other two members of the team, Aaron Hotchner and David Rossi, were already seated.

"Last night, a body was dragged out of the lake, and taken to the Jeffersonian Institute. It's still being processed, so details are few and far between, but they should be on the file. What we do know is that there was a bullet in the body. Anyway, I know what you're thinking. Some guy decides to go skinny-dipping in a lake at night, and someone else thinks that he's a lake monster, and shoots him. Well, that's not exactly right," briefed Garcia.

"The body was burned in addition to the gunshot?" asked Prentiss, looking up from what she was reading.

"Right. But here's the real oddball," paused Garcia as she fiddled with the remote. The next picture came up, giving the team a closer look at the guy's head.

"His left ear was missing?" Rossi wondered. "Like Vincent van Gogh?"

"No," said Reid distractedly. "Vincent van Gogh, undergoing a period of depression, only cut off the lower part of his left ear." He sat up, realizing exactly what Garcia had just said. "Wait a minute. Did you just say the Jeffersonian?"

"Yeah," Penelope nodded excitedly. "Apparently the scientists who work there help the FBI in D.C. with cases involving bones of unidentifiable victims. Guess who's in charge?"

Reid opened his mouth to answer, but Rossi beat him to it. "Dr. Temperance Brennan."

Everyone else looked at him curiously. "What? I've seen her at some writers' conventions."

Reid added, "And her detail in her work in forensic anthropology is intriguing."

Penelope smirked. "Yeah…that's not why I like her books."

Hotch cleared his throat. "So based on what we do know about the case, what are everyone's thoughts?"

"The body was male, between the ages of 30 and 40, and Caucasian," said Prentiss. "Are there any other victims? Do we know if this is the work of a serial killer? We need more victims to figure out this unsub's victimology."

Garcia shrugged. "I've got the computer searching now."

"Since the victim was killed in Washington D.C., the capital and symbol of the nation, I had her search for similar homicides in the nation going back 10 years," Hotch explained.

"The burning suggests overkill−the victim was shot and burned, so we might be looking at a very angry sadist," offered J.J.

"What's with the ear, though?" asked Morgan.

"If the murderer wants to think of the victim as a famous person in history that he for some reason hates, then maybe he's picking people most closely related in race and age, despite the inaccuracy with the ear. This victim appears to be Dutch or of Dutch descent, and around 35-40 years old. That's roughly the age when van Gogh died from a gunshot wound to the chest. We'll have to find out if the shot was fatal," explained Reid.

"We'll find out more when get to Washington D.C. Garcia, you're coming with us, so you can get more details to specify your search. Wheels up in 30," said Hotch as everyone began to pick up the files and leave.

This is my first TV show/crossover fanfic! Hopefully I didn't mess this up too badly…

Read and review! I will update sporadically, but tell me if this story is going well. Otherwise I might delete it and try my hand at writing a different type of fanfic.