Booth sensed the tension rising between his partner and Lightman and knew he had to use his people skills before Brennan exploded. He stepped in front of Brennan and took the conversation into his own hands.
"Please take a look at the information we've gathered, and I can get my people to get the suspects here so you can talk to them and get the information you're looking for." Brennan huffed loudly, which made Booth crack a smile. "Any information that can get us closer to booking the perp is useful, right Bones?" Brennan responded with a smaller sigh and a curt nod.
"Good, where's Reynolds?"
"Still our with Ria on their case."
"Agent Booth grab your people, and once Reynolds gets back you can do the ol' good cop bad cop thing."
Booth whipped out his cell phone and grabbed Brennan by the arm. Once they were out in the hallway, away from Lightman and Foster, Brennan voiced her opinion.
"They can not just sit here and tell us our information is wrong. We have scientifically gathered this information based on Sweets' research as well as mine!"
"Bones-."
"And, what kind of doctor talks down his profession to a psychic or a circus act?"
"Hey, woah, Bones! He was not putting your work down okay. He was simply stating that for his line of work, he needs different information. Your team wouldn't have grabbed that info because we don't look for it." He touched her shoulder in comfort. "Just relax, we're here because we need them to help us, and that's what they're doing." She nodded slowly. "I have to call headquarters to get these people down here, go in there and play nice." He told her as he wandered off to a quieter section of the office.
"Play nice with what?" She asked curiously.
"It's a figure of speech."
"Well, I don't know what it means but, this case isn't something we should play with."
"Dr. Brennan!" Lightman called from down the hall. "Loker buzz off."
"The guy never cuts me any slack." Loker whispered and walked away casually.
"Yes, Dr. Lightman." She responded as calmly as she could.
"Can you decipher this Anthro babble?"
"Anthropological forensic information is hardly babble, Dr. Lightman."
"Well, it's like you and my line of work Dr. Brennan. Psychology and facial expressions is lost on you the way zygomatic arcs and metatarsals are lost on me."
"I understand. So you want me to read the case file to you?"
"In English, not this scientific garb you've got written here. I'm just a simple Psychologist after all."
Brennan snatched the case file out of his hand and looked over her perfectly noted information. Gathering her thoughts she explained the child's misfortunes. "13 year old boy, Jason Humphrey of College Park Maryland. COD was blunt force trauma to the back of his skull, though many other stab wounds were found throughout the body. His left femur has been shattered, as well as his collarbone on the right side."
"And you've talked to his parents?"
"Yes. His extended family lives within the area, so we contacted them as well."
"And a good read can't be taken off of anyone?"
"There were a few individuals that we could tell from the start were innocent, but the remainder of the family all seem very suspicious in their own way."
"Excellent. Thank you Dr. Brennan."
"Glad I could be of assistance."
Lightman took off back towards his office. Coming at him with a folder in hand was Foster, whom he twirled around so she was now following him instead. Brennan turned and looked for Booth, when she saw him approaching her with another man in a suit quite similar to Booth's.
"Bones! This is Ben Reynolds."
"Ah, you're Booth's long lost friend."
"Your Booth's partner…?"
"Yes, Temperance Brennan, doctor of forensic anthropology, probably the best in the world."
"Ah now I see why you two are partners… you're both so damn cocky."
"More like they dig each other in more ways than one." Lightman responded to them, as he handed the folder to Reynolds.
