"Alright, I have the results," Hodgins said, turning the computer screen so the two profilers could look. Not that the multi-coloured spikes meant anything to them.
"What I got is super high in nitrogen and lipid-phosphorus, meaning these artificial bones were definitely buried alongside some real, and very decomposing, remains. From these levels, a lot too. My guess is a cemetery."
"Well that would make sense, are you able to tell what cemetery they come from?" Derek asked.
"Cemetery is about as specific as I can be. If you need more, ask Zack." Clearly, if there weren't aliens involved, this was the extent of Hodgins' expertise.
"That's fine." Morgan pulled out his phone and dialed their technical analyst Penelope Garcia.
"Hey baby girl." Derek said with a sultry voice.
"How may I grace your ears today" Garcia said suggestively.
"We've got some fake bones here and we need to figure out what cemetery they came from, think you can work those gorgeous hands of yours and find us some detail on that?"
"Naughty boy, how can I control myself." She popped her lips, "Of course I can."
Derek grinned, "I'll be sitting by the phone waiting for your call"
As he ended the call and put his phone in his pocket he looked up to see Hodgins nodding approvingly in his direction.
Deciding not to engage in what would probably be a very awkward conversation, Morgan followed Emily out of the lab.
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What a Waste of Time
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...
