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This story is No. 3 in the series "Cooperation 'Verse". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: The second case the Jeffersonian and the BAU work together will hopefully go smoother than the first. A serial killer is in Seattle. (Criminal Minds/Bones/Grey's Anatomy/minor Jossverse, minor slash, character death)

Categories Author Rating Chapters Words Recs Reviews Hits Published Updated Complete
Television > Bones > Non-BtVS/AtS Stories
Television > Criminal Minds
Television > Grey's Anatomy
(Past Donor)HenryFR18710,1390913,89415 Dec 073 Jan 08Yes

Chapter Three

Disclaimer: Still not mine.

Brennan sent Booth ahead with the first of the bodies, under strict order not to let anyone touch the remains until she arrived. He took the opportunity to sleep in the car.

“Agent Booth?”

Booth finished exiting the van and turned to the doctor. “Yes?”

“I’m Chief Richard Webber. I thought I’d come and meet you. Our pathologist is on vacation for the next two weeks, so you’ll have the morgue mostly to yourselves. Dr. Kalimar from Seattle Presbyterian will be covering for our pathologist if you need anything, and Dr. Nguyen will be here shortly.”

“Thank you, Dr. Webber,” said Booth, shaking the man’s hand. Hospitals were never Booth’s favorite place, but somehow escorting the dead victims here was worse. They would never have a chance to recover. Booth followed Dr. Webber to the morgue, the paramedics with the remains, close on their heels. It only took a few minutes for the paramedics to deposit their charges and head back to the scene.

“I have to go back upstairs, but would you like a cup of coffee?” asked Dr. Webber.

“That would be great,” replied Booth, more looking forward to the company than the coffee.

Twenty minutes later, Booth’s coffee arrived. “Hi, you’re Agent Booth? I’m Meredith Grey,” she said with a smile, and handed him the coffee.

“You’re a doctor here?” he asked between sips.

“I’m a surgical intern,” she replied, fidgeting a bit with her light brown hair. She looked too young to be a doctor.

“Oh, that’s nice,” he replied. “I guess you don’t usually hang out down here.”

“Not usually,” she said, looking over her shoulder at the body bags.

“It’s not bad for a morgue,” he replied.

Reid and the second wave of remains interrupted them.

“How many bodies are coming in?” asked Meredith, incredulously, as the paramedics place body bags onto metal gurneys.

“A lot,” was Booth’s reply. “But most of them have been dead since 1850, so nothing to worry about.” He watched as one of the paramedics checked her out, the man was a little obvious, and the intern blushed.

“I have to go,” said Meredith, fidgeting a bit, with a final, “bye,” she was out the door and on her way up stairs with out a word from him.

“What, no coffee for me?” said Reid, as he watched the intern leave.

“You didn’t ask nice,” replied Booth, as he held the doors open for the paramedics.

“This is the last of this set, Agent…” said the paramedic, fishing for a name.

“Booth.”

“Agent Booth. We’ll be back in a couple hours with the final round.”

“Thanks…” said Booth, letting his voice trail into a question.

“Henry Corbin,” replied the paramedic, “And my partner’s Nate Seeb.”

“Thanks, guys,” said Booth.

After the paramedics left, Reid paced the morgue.

“Reid,” Booth shouted, “Sit down, or at least stop moving. Or better yet, go find more coffee.”

Reid considered Booth’s outburst for a moment “Would you like another cup?” With Booth’s nod, Reid headed out to find the cafeteria.

By the time Hotch arrived, J.J. had cleared out a conference room for the team to use as their base of operation, hijacked a coffee maker and had ordered take out. The BAU team didn’t operate with out coffee.

Gideon, Morgan and Prentiss trailed in, all three muddy. Once the Chinese food was distributed and everyone had something to drink, they got to work.

Brennan and Zack came in with the last wave of bodies. The sun had gone down hours ago, they were tired, hungry, covered in mud, and Zack seemed to be missing a shoe.

“Bones!” called Booth as she appeared in the morgue.

“Dr. Brennan. Zack, what happened to your shoe?” Reid said.

“It’s floating its way to the Pacific Ocean. I made an unintended entrance into Discovery Bay,” explained Zack as he tried to avoid dripping on the floor.

“Now that the remains are all safely locked up for the night, how about some dinner and some sleep?” asked Booth. He knew Bones would stay up all night if he let her and no one would get any sleep. Seeing as how this could be a long case, there was no need to start off with a sprint.

“Well, I guess food would be nice, and clean clothes,” said Bones, and Booth could tell she was already thinking about how nice a shower would be.

“Hodgins is at the hotel with the luggage. Hotchner threw in your suitcase too, Reid. How does pizza sound?” asked Booth, knowing both Reid and Zack would agree.

In the end, even Bones wanted pizza, and he sent them off to the hotel, while he interrogated one of the interns, a Dr. Stevens, on where to get the best pizza in Seattle.

***
Day Four

Booth, knowing how the squint digestive system worked, had slipped out of the hotel at five to get donuts and coffee. By the time he’d gotten back, everyone was up and hovering in the lobby. He handed them each a bag of donuts and passed around the coffee before herding them into the car. This early in the morning there was no fighting over shotgun, instead three zombie like faces stared back at him from the rearview mirror. They made it to Seattle Grace with out incident, though Dr. Reid had tried to talk him into stopping for more coffee on the way there.

By ten o’clock Brennan and Zack had sorted the remains into three categories: definitely modern, definitely not modern, and three unknowns. Only a few of the bodies still had flesh left, and those she sent over to Dr. Kalimar. The bodies they’d decided were not murder victims, at least not in the last seventy years were passed on to Dr. Nguyen. The rest were her turf.

“Have you seen the FBI guys?” whispered Meredith to Izzie as they followed Bailey on rounds.

“Hotness must be a requirement,” replied Izzie.

“Why’d they bringing the victims here?” asked Cristina, “They’re all dead. No cool surgeries.”

“People!” interrupted Bailey, “This is rounds, we pay attention during rounds! And we’re taking the victims because Seattle Presbyterian is taking the heat wave victims and we’re the only two hospitals with the capacity for that many casualties. Now, we’re going to go into Mr. Weir’s room. No more talk of serial killers,” said Bailey sternly.

The interns followed her into the room, and Bailey motioned for George to present. “Mr. Weir has diabetic complications,” George continued on presenting Mr. Weir’s case as Cristina and Meredith quietly discussed the serial killer.

The interns exited the room and Bailey started assigning them their cases for the day. “Yang, you’re on Mr. Weir’s case,” said Bailey interrupting the conversation. “Grey, Dr. Burke has requested you. Karev, you’ve got Dr. Montgomery. Stevens, you’re in the pit. And O’Malley, since you were paying attention today, you’ve got the morgue.”

“What?” asked George.

“The Chief asked me to send one of you down to make sure Dr. Brennan has everything she could possibly need. You will be polite, you will be helpful, and you will do whatever the good doctor asks you to do. Understand?”

“Yes, ma’am,” George hurried down the hall and out of Bailey’s way.
***

“Dr. Brennan?” George asked as he entered the morgue. The place always gave him the creeps. It was too dark, too damp and had too many dead people.

“Dr. Brennan’s busy, can I help you?” asked Booth.

“Oh, I’m Dr. O’Malley, George… I mean, the Chief sent me to make sure that Dr. Brennan had everything she needed and pretty much be a gopher for the day?”

“I’m Agent Booth.” Booth shook the young doctor’s hand, “Dr. Brennan’s on the phone with D.C.”

“Oh,” said George. The two men stood there for a moment.

“You might as well sit down,” said Booth, “I’ve been playing tic-tac-toe against myself for the last couple hours. An opponent is welcome.”

They hadn’t gotten through the first round, when the morgue’s doors opened again.

“Hello?”

“Yes, ma’am?” asked Booth.

“Oh, I’m Dr. Mackenzie Tate, Dr. Brennan called me about the coffins?” said the young woman. A boy, maybe seven, stood behind her.

Booth got up, “Yes, she let me know you were coming. I’m Agent Seeley Booth.”

“It was short notice, so I have Ben with me,” said Dr. Tate looking nervously at the body bags.

Booth, picking up on the signal, said, “Dr. O’Malley, I have a job for you.” Booth sent George off to distract Dr. Tate’s son, while Dr. Tate joined them in the morgue.

“All the bodies have been removed from the coffins,” said Booth, “What exactly are you going to do with them?”

“First we’ll do some wood analyses, and then all of the ones that aren’t related to your murder case will be conserved,” Dr. Tate. “Dr. Rollins said that at least one of the coffins may be lead. That will be the hardest one to treat.”

“Dr. Tate!” said Dr. Brennan as she returned to the morgue. “Thank you for coming. Dr. Rollins informed me that you were already going to conserve the artifacts on site under the original permit, so I thought if you were able, you could still do that. Dr. Nguyen and I are almost positive that none of the coffins housed any modern remains.”

“That’s fine with me, Dr. Brennan. I can bring them over to the lab whenever you’re ready, but since they were under the waterline, all the artifacts should be kept wet if at all possible,” said Dr. Tate.

“Yes, Dr. Nguyen passed that along. I think he’s got them in some tubs the hospital usually uses for hypothermia,” replied Brennan.

“That sounds like Mark,” said Dr. Tate with a smile.
***
Hotch and Reid wandered down the basement hall looking for Seattle Grace’s morgue. “I think we were supposed to turn right…”

“Uncle Spencer!” cried the little boy before he launched himself into Reid’s arms. Hotch just stared.

“Hey kiddo,” said Reid, “Where’s your mom?”

“She’s in the morgue, with Dr. Brennan. I’m supposed to be waiting here for her with Dr. O’Malley,” said the young boy, pointing to the young doctor who looked a bit harried.

“Sorry, sir,” said George, “I can take him if you’d like?”

“No, no,” replied Reid, “It’s okay, but could you let Dr. Tate and Dr. Brennan know that we’re here?”

“Sure,” and then George was off.

Reid turned his attention back to Ben, “So, how’s school going?”

“Pretty good,” said the little boy, “We’re learning about the water cycle. Y’know, the clouds make the rain, and the rain falls on the ground and lakes and then the water from the lakes is evaporated and goes and makes clouds again. It’s cool because it just keeps going and going.” The explanation was adorned with circular hand gestures. “And my teacher is so cool. She’s a doctor, like mom, and she used to study squid!”

“Did you know that the colossal squid has the largest eyes of any animal?” Reid asked Ben.

“That’s awesome, does that mean that they can see farther then people, or are their eyes just really big?”

Before Reid could answer the question, he was interrupted by Dr. Brennan and another woman who Hotch assumed was Dr. Tate. Reid put the boy down and then hugged Dr. Tate. “Mackey, this is Agent Aaron Hotchner, my boss. Hotch, this is Dr. Mackenzie Tate; we went to summer school together.”

“I didn’t think you needed summer school,” said Hotch.

“No, no,” said Mackey with a laugh, “It was a program for gifted kids. We took quantum mechanics together.”

“That seems more like Reid,” said Hotch with a bit of a smile. “So, you’re a physicist?”
Hotch couldn’t miss the slight shadow that passed over the doctor’s face.

“No, I’m actually here for the coffins. Because of the water inundation on the site, the coffins and any of the wooden objects found on the site have to be kept wet until they can be preserved. It’s part of the original permit, and everything was brought here. I just stopped by to arrange for transportation,” replied Mackey.

“We’ve sorted all the bodies…” started Brennan, before Reid interrupted.
“I’m going to take Mackey and Ben up to the cafeteria,” he said with a nod to Hotch. Reid swung Ben up on his hip and headed to the elevator, Mackey following along.

When they were out of earshot, Hotch turned to Brennan, “You were saying?”

“We’ve sorted all the bodies,” said Brennan. “204 of the bodies were interred between 1850 and 1930. Twenty-nine bodies, including Tiffany Davenport’s, were interred at some point in the last ten years. Of those twenty-nine, twelve were interred in the last two years,” said Brennan looking at her case notes. “We’re still running tests, but at least nineteen of the bodies were interred in cotton bags.” Hodgins had taken over a pathology lab to do those tests, and had acquired his own intern to fetch things at his beck and call.

“Okay,” replied Hotch, “We can assume those twenty-nine bodies were all victims of a crime, possibly all from the same unsub.”

“Booth and Reid managed to ID three of the latest victims. We were able to get finger prints from the remains. Your tech person, Garcia? She said that all three of them went missing after visiting this hospital.”
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