The box where Lightman greeted the patient turned to a bright white. Those on the outside of the box could see in, but Lightman and the suspect could not see out of it. Lightman began asking the suspect very easy and basic questions. Foster recorded a number of things and remained very patient, while both Booth and Brennan were growing rather anxious.

"Why is he asking that man such easy questions?" Brennan said all but quietly.

"Dr. Brennan…" Foster paused and recorded something. "Dr. Lightman is establishing a baseline. That way once our suspect starts lying, it will be more apparent."

"But what's the point if he's a walking 'circus act'?"

Foster smiled. "Documented evidence. People can't just rely on Cal's skills."

Brennan looked to Booth rather unimpressed.

"Can I see the evidence? I'm a visual person."

"It's your standard lie detector. However, we don't use it to determine of that person is lying, just if there is any sort of change. Lie detectors, well, they lie."

"Of course there are obvious persons a persons blood pressure would fall and rise besides just lying."

"Exactly. Oh no."

"Oi. Could you lot just pipe down?"

"Cal you can not hear us." Foster responded knowingly.

"No, but I need you not talking. You can all start talking when there is something to chat about, alright? Agent Booth, come with me."

Without another word Booth followed Lightman into the glowing interrogation cube and Brennan could do nothing but watch Booth cooperate with Lightman accordingly. She smiled slightly to herself at the thought of Booth taking orders on interrogation considering he was very set on his ways. Foster walked over to Brennan and stood beside her, watching and listening to the abuse the suspect was taking from the two men.

"You're not recording anymore."

"No, at this point, Lightman knows the baseline and can tell if the suspect is lying."

"So if he can tell why did he need Booth?"

Foster smiled. "Intimidation."

Brennan's eyebrows rose quickly and then sunk back down. "I am rather impressed that Booth is seen as an intimidating factor in situations like these."

"He certainly has a intimidating presence, Dr. Brennan."

"Wait why is that boy leaving? They were shouting five seconds ago!"

"Bones relax, he wasn't our guy. Just had to rough him up a bit to get the information out of him, stubborn little dweeb."

"Dweeb, really?" Lightman responded.

"Hey a dweeb is one up on a squint, so uh, I wouldn't be judging. Who's next?" Booth said leaving the room; he was ready for another go around.

"Who are you calling a squint?"

"Don't take it personally Dr. Lightman," Brennan responded with a small smirk "If you're not carrying a gun, you're a squint to Booth."

"Still not getting a gun Bones!" They heard Booth yell from a distance.

There was a short silence, as they had expected Booth to arrive back into the interrogation room with the next name on the list, when instead Booth rejoined the squints along with Reynolds, who both looked rather solemn.

"Spill your guts boys." Lightman commanded as he knew they had dreadful news.

"Jason Humphrey's parents weren't here for a reason Lightman." Reynolds responded.

Booth handed Brennan a case folder, which she opened revealing two skeletal remains. "The evidence that states these are his parents is what exactly?"

"This." Booth pulled out a picture at the bottom of the stack where the right femur from each body had been photographed. "Their names are engraved into their femurs."

Brennan's breathing quickened as she looked back to Booth and only Booth. "I need to see these bones."