In the lab, Booth was looking at her - as usual. "You're sure?"
Brennan looked at him sternly. "I know resin when I see it, Booth, this is my job. Now, I'd like to get back to my ancient remains."
Booth whistled. "They are not going to like this."
Brennan made a face. "Well that's not my problem Booth, I did my job."
He tilted his head. "Actually, when the director heard 'bones' and 'highway', he sent for a team of profilers to take on the case."
Brennan stared at him. "You know how I feel about psychology."
"Yeah, Bones," he nodded. "I tried telling them, but they're coming here."
"Here?"
He just looked at her - again.
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FanfictionA Supernatural, Criminal Minds, and Bones Crossover. Co-written by siblings. *Swearing* After bones are scattered across the highway out of Sam and Dean's 1967 chevy impala, the FBI's best are sent to investigate. And of course it's fanfiction, I ow...
