A/N: hey guys. i've been wanting to do a house/bones crossover for a long time, and i think i have a good enough to try it. so, please review and tell me what you think. thanks.

The Diner

"Yeah…yeah…okay…when…really…what? No…no…of course not…where is he? Uh-huh…."

She sipped her water and rolled her eyebrows before pointing at her wristwatch and he shook his head while momentarily taking the pen off of his notepad. Dr. Temperance Brennan sighed before reaching into her purse to find her Tylenol.

"You okay, Bones?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I think I've been running a fever. So, what was that about?"

FBI agent Seeley Booth shook his head before slamming the phone down on the table and grabbing a french fry.

"You remember Jonas Gray? Well, he was rushed to the hospital last week and almost died two days ago."

"What's wrong with him?"

"They don't know. They rushed him to," he looked down at his notes, "Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching hospital in Jersey."

"Why there?"

"Apparently, they've got some genius hot shot doctor who thinks he can solve the case. You sure you're feeling okay? Look a little pale."

"I'm fine, Booth."

"Maybe you should stay home."

"I'm fine, you don't have to worry. I'm not a child, Booth."

"Okay, you know what?" He raised his hands in defeat. "Fine, but when you get sick, don't come crawling to me when you've got snotty tissues laying around. You haven't even touched your fries, or mine either."

The dramatic change in topic confused her for a minute.

"I thought you didn't care."

"I don't. I just made an observation about your eating habits and how it points to you being sick."


"So," he raised his eyebrows, "usually you've already chowed both of ours down before I can blink."

She shook her head and held her hand to her stomach.

"I'm just catching a bug or something. What's going to happen to him?"


"Jonas Gray."

"I don't know." He paused and wiped his hands in the napkin. "I really don't know. He just went to court a month and a half ago, been in prison, now he's sick. He might be using it as a way to escape."

"You don't believe that."

"So what if I don't. It's 'logical' as you like to- Bones! Bones!"

Booth jumped from his seat as Brennan's body seemed to slip slowly to the floor. He reached her before she fell to the floor and held her close to him.

"Somebody call an ambulance! Now!"


Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital

"You do know that someday Cuddy will catch you."

Gregory House looked at James Wilson before tossing a potato chip into his mouth.

"Aw, is wittle Wilson afraid of evil mommy?"

"Hey, I'm not the one hiding out in Pediatrics."

"I'm not hiding. I'm working on a case."

"And it involves Paris Hilton's latest fling?"

"Uh, no. Gawsh, where have you been? It's all about the going commando and getting out of cars for reporters."

House rolled his eyes at Wilson before looking at the magazine again.

"Again, this has nothing to do with your new case."

He reached for the potato chip bag that sat between them and took a few to eat on.

"Are you really going to ignore me?"

Again, he waited.

"You do know that eventually you will have acknowledge I exist. I do pay for your lunches. Plus, you love me. So…."

"14 ways to satisfy your man on Valentine's Day! Hey Wilson, we've already tried eight of these!"

"House! Shut up!" Wilson snatched the magazine from House's hands before turning a smile to a few of the nurses that had looked their way.

"Was that really necessary?"

"Of course it was."

"Really? How is that?"

Before House could answer, his pager went off. He took a curious look at it before reaching for his cane and standing up.

"What's wrong?"

"Cameron found out about us. I'm sorry Wilson, but there is only so much you can do for me. Cameron…well, she's got the whole breast thing going on, plus she's got such a nice ass…though yours ain't so bad either."

"Whatever, just go…do whatever you do," Wilson said resignedly before opening the magazine and reaching into the bag for another chip.

"Hey, mine," House whined as he grabbed the bag from Wilson's lap and limped his way down the corridor to the elevators.

Wilson sighed and shook his head before noticing some of the looks being thrown his way from the few people in the lobby.

"He's uh…we're not…I'm not…I'm just going to…yeah." He stood and followed behind House waiting impatiently as the elevator doors opened.

"Can't get enough of me can you?"

"You know what House? I don't even think you can get enough of you."

"So true, Jimmy."

Inside the elevator, Wilson checked his watch. "So, what's happening?"

"New patient."


"Yeah, she's exhibiting the same symptoms as the soldier gone wild."

"That's not good."

"Way to state the obvious. You're not really a doctor are you?"

The elevator doors opened and House limped hurriedly out to make his way into the diagnostic's office.

"Temperance Brennan was admitted thirty minutes ago."

Allison Cameron looked up from where she stood at the whiteboard as she spoke.

"It may not be anything but it sure looks like what Jonas has."

"Jonas?" House accepted the marker she handed to him and looked at the board.

"The ex soldier who slashed his wife," Robert Chase said before Eric Foreman and Cameron both glared at him.

"What? It's the truth?"

"That aside," House interrupted, "what else do they have in common?"

"She was one of the arresting officers," said a deep voice from the doorway.

The four doctors turned to the man in his wrinkled clothes.

"Who are you?" Foreman asked from the table.

"Special Agent Booth. She's my partner. She was there when I arrested Jonas Gray."

"Oh snap. We've got the fuzz here. Quick, Foreman, look white and innocent!"