Cat's Notes.

One step closer to the Winchester brothers :) And I'm sorry I took me a while to update. My AP teachers are kinda loosing it...But, testing has started and I won't be in school again until next Wednesday! Took AP Calculus today. I tell you right now: It was not as bad as the AP Chem test I took last year. But it still sucked ass. Well, one down and three to go! Wish me luck in the lovely review you plan on leaving me ;)

Sioux Falls, South Dakota

After dropping off their things in a local hotel, the first place Booth drove them to was the sheriff's office. They walked in and saw the sheriff with her back to them, fervently talking in a hushed voice on her cell phone. Bones opened her mouth to announce their rival, but Booth quickly hushed her. Clearly, he thought that they would be able to find something out by eavesdropping on the officer's conversation. And, though she did not like it, Booth's unconventional methods usually helped more than harmed so she did not argue.

"I had to report the incident!" the sheriff whispered defensively. "It's not like I expected the government to believe me! I wouldn't even believe me!"

Whoever was on the other line argued back. "Look, Bobby, I know now it was a mistake, but I have to go. They should be arriving soon." Sheriff Jody Mills turned around, gasped, and nearly dropped her phone in shock. Booth grinned and gave her a curt 'hi-we're-here' wave. "I'll talk to you later. Thank you. Bye."

Even Brennan could tell that the last portion of her conversation was meant to be a cover up. And if she could tell, then it was an awful cover up.

"Sheriff Mills?" Booth asked as he extended his hand. The sheriff was nodded, glanced at his hand and took a second before realizing that she needed to shake it. She did so before crossing her arms across her chest. "I'm Special Agent Seeley Booth and this is my partner Doctor Temperance."

"Yes, of course, I received a call that you would be here soon." The sheriff smiled thinly. "It's good to see some government officials around. The town's been in quite a shock as of late."

"So I've heard," Booth agreed. She gestured at the seats across from her desk as she took hers. Both he and Brennan sat. "Sounds like a zombie infestation. And, no offense, but it sounds just a bit farfetched."

"It is farfetched," Brennan muttered.

Booth shot her a look and she restrained herself from making any further comments. "In any case, I was hoping to hear the story right from you."

Sheriff Mills' mouth tightened considerably and she looked out the window. Sweets should have come with them. Sure, the kid was young but even he had to admit that Sweets was a damn good psychologist and could probably tell him what the Sheriff was thinking. In normal circumstances, he would assume that she did not wish to recount bad memories. But after the conversation he just heard, he assumed that she was trying to think of a way to drive him and his partner away.

"About two weeks, people who were dead started coming back."

"That's not possible," Brennan interjected in her usual anthropology-proud way. "The dead cannot come back to life." Her eyes jumped to his. "Tell her Booth."

"Just let her tell her story Bones," Booth said with a soft sigh.

Jody Mills did so, telling the honest truth. At one point, when she spoke of Sam shooting her flesh craving son, tears sprang into her eyes. Booth was kind enough to find a box of tissues and give it to her. While as Brennan only scoffed in disbelief and crossed her arms. By the end of it, Booth couldn't sort his thoughts and Brennan wore a tight, disapproving frown.

"We burned all the bodies in the cemetery," Sheriff Mills said, using her hands to indicate towards the general direction of the cemetery. "And then, I called the government since there were numerous deaths involved."

"You burned all of the bodies?" Brennan repeated irately. The officer nodded. Immediately, the forensic anthropologist whirled on her partner. "Booth, what am I doing here? There aren't even any bodies for me to investigate!"

"Consider it a break from the Jeffersonian."

His voice was slightly dismissive as he sorted through the facts Mills had provided. The thing was he couldn't quite tell if the whole story was bogus or if there were kernels of truth hidden within it. He couldn't even think of any relevant questions to ask. So instead, he steered the conversation in the direction of Bobby Singer and the Winchester Brothers. He pulled out a folded copy of their pictures and placed them in the desk in front of her.

"Is this what Sam and Dean looked like?"

The sheriff eyes scanned the photos before scanning his face. "Why are you interested in these two boys?"

She knew them. Triumphant filled his chest as Booth realized that, against all odds, he had gotten a lead on the two brothers. "That's confidential, sheriff," he replied with a sly smile. He had really gotten them! "Do you know if they're still in town?"

Her lips tightened and she looked down at the photos. "As far as I know, they left town the morning after we burned the bodies and haven't been back," she said coldly as she pushed the photos back towards him.

Booth refolded them and put them back into his pocket. Bones picked up the conversation. "But they were in town."

Sheriff Mills gave her a dark look. "Didn't I just explain to you that they are the reason this town still exists?" She directed her gaze to the more reasonable person in the partnership. "Agent Booth, whatever these boys did, they have a reason for it."

"Do they have a reason for massacring an entire town?" Booth countered darkly.

"What?"

"About three weeks ago, the town of Carthage, Missouri was completely destroyed and everyone within it was killed. The only suspects we have are Sam and Dean Winchester." Mills' expression was one of complete disbelief. "Have you seen their track record, Sheriff? They're notorious for stunts like this. These are two men that need to be behind bars. Or better yet, dead."

"That's impossible," she whispered.

"Quite the contrary, unlike your son rising from the dead, it is quite possible," Brennan interceded

"No, no, no," Mills muttered, "these boys are out there doing good. They are saving people! If it wasn't for them, I would be dead. Everyone in this town would be dead!"

"Sheriff, one right doesn't fix all of the wrong that they've done," Booth said calmly as he looked into her disbelieving eyes. Seeing that he wasn't going to get anything else out of her, Booth stood and nodded in thanks. He would give her a day to cool off and think over what he had said. "We'll come back tomorrow."

Brennan quickly said her goodbyes and followed her partner out the door. "What do you think, Booth?"

"Honestly Bones, I don't know," Booth admitted. "Her story was convincing."

"No, it wasn't!" she proclaimed, "she obviously made something up in an attempt to drive us away."

"I meant that she told it in a convincing fashion," he elaborated. "It the story itself had been a bit more believable then I would have believed her."

"Yes," Bones agreed after a moment of thought. "She did tell it quite earnestly though the content of the story was completely preposterous." Booth grunted in agreement, lost in thought as he climbed into the driver's seat of his rented SUV. "Where are we going now?"

"I was thinking of paying a visit to Bobby Singer."