Booth slammed down the phone "God dammit. Aubrey! Get in here now!" he yelled through the open door of his office.
Aubrey's head appeared around the door jam "You rang?" he said, then saw Booth's face and immediately knew something was up. He walked quickly in and sat down opposite Booth.
"Our suspect has been released. They actually let him walk out. It's like he's about to slip through our fingers, jump on the next flight and escape. All because we may, or may not have acquired that bit of evidence, after we got the warrant." Booth threw his pen onto his desk and pushed himself back in his chair, his hands raking through his hair.
"But they don't know for sure, do they?" Aubrey asked, knowing full well that Booth's honour was at stake.
"No. But that's not the point. He's out. And he's going to run. Months of work, down the drain" Booth said.
Aubrey stood up and looked at Booth.
"What?" Booth asked, frustration.
"We've got work to do. Are you going to sit there and sulk, or are we going to do what we need to do to get him? Come on" Aubrey said turning and walking out the door.
Booth sat for a minute staring at the empty doorway, then stood up, grabbed his jacket and followed.