"I'm Seely Booth from the FBI and this is Temperance Brennan, a forensic anthropologist from the Jeffersonian Institute." Booth introduced themselves to House and his team, while flashing his shiny FBI badge.
House pointed his cane to Foreman. "There's your culprit!", he yelled in a childish manner.
Foreman rolled his eyes. He directed his attention towards Booth and Brennan. "What is this all about?"
Brennan cleared her throat. "Someone Fedex-ed the Jeffersonian Institute a package containing human bones. We have identified the remains to be of a Dr. Lawrence Kutner."
Taub's jaw dropped. He couldn't believe what he just heard. "Is this a sick joke? Dr. Kutner has been buried and is resting peacefully."
Booth looked carefully at each member of the medical team - House, Foreman, Taub and Hadley. Booth singled out House. "Dr. House, we'd like to talk to you in private. I'll let you lead the way."
Foreman, Taub and Hadley stared at House with disbelief. As he was heading out with Booth and Brennan, House turned and looked at his team. "Get back to work! And please, no snooping around.", he teased.
House led Brennan and Booth to an empty patient confinement room. Booth closed the door behind him. House put away his cane, lifted his legs up and sat himself comfortably on the bed. He crossed his arms and directed his gaze to Booth. "What's up, doc?"
Booth's face turned serious. "Why did you send us the bones of Dr. Kutner?"
"Did Dr. Kutner tell you I sent them?! Oh wait, I forgot. He's dead." House retorted in his usual sarcastic tone.
Booth slammed his hand onto the door. "Stop playing games! We are here to investigate the death of Dr. Kutner, who happens to be a member of your medical team. We need to know why you sent us his bones."
"I can't help you. I don't know what you're talking about. If that's all, you can leave. I have a patient I need to cure." House replied smugly.
Brennan pulled out her cellphone and looked intently on the screen. Her face lit up. "I guess we don't need to look into this case anymore then. We're wasting our time, Booth. Let's go. Wendell just sent me a message that we have mummified remains from an eskimo in Alaska that we need to analyze." Brennan started walking towards the door.
House flung his arm up in surrender and confessed. "Ok, ok. I did send the bones to the Jeffersonian Institute. I want a more thorough investigation into Dr. Kutner's death. Dr. Kutner had the potential to be a great doctor. He was one of my best students." House shook his head. "His suicide does not make sense."
"Why the Jeffersonian Institute? You could have just informed the local New Jersey police or the FBI," Booth asked curiously.
House shifted his eyes to Brennan. "I hear that Dr. Brennan is the best forensic anthropologist in this country."
Brennan wrinkled her forehead. "I'm the best forensic anthropologist in the entire North America." She corrected House.
Booth punched Brennan lightly on her left shoulder. "But it's true!" Brennan replied defensively.
House cleared his throat. "Anyway, I'll give you Dr. Kutner's employment record at this hospital. It contains a background check on his childhood, family and academic life. I'll be back in a second." House left the room to retrieve Dr. Kutner's record.
House handed a brown envelope to Booth. "Here it is. If you need anything else, you can talk to me or anyone on my team. Please try not to let anyone else know about this. Especially someone named Cuddy or Wilson." House grabbed his cane and left the room.
As soon as House left the room, Booth let out a sigh of relief. He gave Brennan a congratulatory pat on her back. "Well played, Bones! You're getting better at the lying thing."
Brennan grinned widely. "Thank you, Booth."
