This time Sam wasn't forced into the corner of the room, instead he was the only one standing within four feet of Dean. Like the rest, he didn't like being confined in the small space that was one of the FBI interrogation rooms. Dean kept pacing and fidgeting, as if he had an itch under his skin.

"What's up, Dean?" Sam folded his arms and faced his older brother, slightly annoyed. The look on his face showed little compassion.

"You know what Sam? I can't be stuck in here anymore! The Rugaru is out there, and we're in here!" Dean used lots of hand motions as he shouted his response.

"Calm down dude!" He said this with a small break between each word. "I'm sure we'll get out soon, then we can catch the Rugaru." Sam tried to reason with his older brother. He knew it was probably futile, but he had to try.

"How Sam? How do you plan on getting us out of the FBI headquarters?! I mean, they think I killed people Sam! Do you think they'll let us out? We're not getting out of here anytime soon!" Dean countered, looking Sam directly in the eye, fury covering his face.

A tall skinny male with glasses stepped forward, with the rest staring at him like he was crazy. He looked extremely nervous. "What do you need?" Sam sighed at the same time Dean snapped "What is it?"

For a second the kid looked very frightened, though it obviously wasn't because of Sam. "U-um. We may be able to get you out." He eventually said, pushing his glasses higher on his nose.

Sam and Dean shared a look of surprise. After a moment they turned to listen to the young hunter.


Booth sat in his car with Brennan, on the way to talk with the victim's wife. Brennan was looking at a magazine. Booth leaned over for a moment. "What are you reading?"

Brennan snapped the magazine closed, moving it farther from Booth in an effort to keep him from seeing it. Unfortunately, this action only allowed him to see the cover.

"A fashion magazine?" Booth said in surprise, a large, toothy, grin spreading over his face. "Since when do you read fashion magazines?" His voice had a hearty laugh.

"I'll have you know that fashion is a great source for anthropologists." Brennan recovered quickly and used facts to cover her surprise.

"Just admit that you care about clothes!" Booth teased her.

"I do care, but not in the way you're implying!" Brennan replied, still not knowing how to handle these kind of situations. "Fashion shows great insight into what society is like, it's an anthropological fact."

Booth laughed, finding her reaction kind of funny. "Okay, okay! You win."

The car was silent for a few moments, neither knowing how to continue conversation. Then Brennan said something unexpected. "Is it weird that this case makes me sad?" Her tone suggested that this topic was a vulnerable one for her.

"What? No!" Booth replied, glancing over at his partner. "It's perfectly okay to be said at the death of someone." He reassured her further.

Brennan blinked tears from her eyes. "No, it's not that. The case, it reminds me of Zack."

Booth was silent as he pulled over to the side of the road. "Bones, of course it's okay." He undid his seatbelt and pulled Brennan to him as she tried her best not to cry.

"I-It's just, he's still my favorite intern. He's still the best." She closed her eyes and put her arms around Booth.


"So you know where all the cameras are?" Sam gaped.

"Yes." The very same hunter responded. "I looked for them as we came in." He looked like it was nothing.

Dean, on the other hand, wasn't looking at him. He was instead looking at the cameras in the interrogation room. Then he turned to one of the other hunters. "Are you sure that they can't hear us?"

"Of course." It was a girl, and she seemed offended at the notion that her work had failed. "As long as we don't look at them when we talk they won't know that we're speaking." Her gaze suggested that she didn't really like Dean.

"Dean, let's focus on our plan to get out of this place!" Sam pointed out abruptly.

With a sigh Dean walked over to where Sam and the other hunter were. "What's your name, anyway?"

"Josh." he replied. "And I know where the cameras blind spots are."

"Great, welcome to the team." Dean clopped his hand on Josh's shoulder. The force made him stumble a bit.

"Well, uh, here's what I was thinking." Josh told them his plan.


Booth and Brennan had sat like that in the car for awhile before they decided to keep going. The silence was quite awkward as they drove. A few times they both tried to strike up conversation at the same time, but as they simultaneously spoke they both gave up. So they sat, Brennan acting like she was looking at her magazine, and Booth pretending to have his full, 100%, attention on the road.

They both kept glancing at one another, trying to think of what to say.

Booth was about to say something when he heard the familiar ring of his phone. Leaving one hand on the wheel he pulled it out of his pocket.

"Booth, it's dangerous to be on the phone while driving!" Brennan told him, reaching over to take the phone.

In reply he moved it farther from her before flipping it open and putting it to his ear. "Booth." he said. His eyes widened as the person on the other end spoke. "Got it." he closed the phone and put it back in his pocket.

"What is it Booth? What happened?" Brennan pressed.

"Another body was found."