Booth had his best FBI face on as he walked into the room that the Anacortes Police Department had provided to him to interrogate Josh Conner. He knew that Bones was standing behind the two-way mirror and for some reason that just made him want to be that much more of a bad ass. The scraping sound the chair made against the floor as he pulled it out caused Josh to jump. A tiny smile flickered across Booth's face for a fraction of a second before it seemed to set in a stony glare again. "We found your brother's body." He could almost hear Bones saying that they hadn't made a positive identification quite yet and he was glad he'd made her stay outside.

"Matt's dead." The color seemed to drain out of Josh's face, but it didn't appear to be from surprise.

Booth leaned forward. "You knew that your brother was dead because you killed him the same way you killed Natalie Chilukuri." He slid a photograph of the speargun that they knew had killed Natalie. It hadn't yet been confirmed to be what had killed Matt.

Josh shook his head earnestly. "I didn't kill him. I didn't kill her. I didn't kill anyone." He looked like he was thinking about how in the world he was going to get himself out of this whole big fat mess.

Booth narrowed his gaze. "We know that you had help." He wasn't about to say that they didn't have any idea who that was, but right now, he was holding all of the cards. Besides two counts of murder, Josh was looking at a lot of time behind bars for international drug trafficking. Thing is, he probably wasn't the big fish, but it had still been a significant bust.

Josh's eyes widened.

"What? Natalie said no, so you killed her and when Matt walked in you killed him too?" Booth was just throwing out theories to see what kind of rise he was going to get out of him. "Or maybe they found out about the drugs and you killed them both to shut them up." He leaned back in his chair looking very much in control. "Either way, you're looking at spending the rest of your life behind bars, if you don't get the death penalty that is."

"I told you, I didn't kill anyone." There was a hint of panic in Josh's voice. "It was Aimee. I didn't do anything, I mean I might have helped get rid of them because she told me that she wasn't going to put herself at risk just because Matt and Nat didn't want to run the bud. She was going to kill me too if I didn't help her."

"Aimee Reynolds? Natalie's roommate?" Booth would never have picked her as a suspect in a million years.

"Yeah. She had me by the balls man. I owed a ton of money from gambling and she said if I helped her get the bud onto Matt's boat and run it down from Canada a couple of times that she'd give me part of her cut and I could pay off what I owed. I had no idea that it was a family business for her." Josh scoffed out a bitter laugh and a few tears slipped down his cheeks. "I thought she was cute and I just wanted to go on a couple of dates. I didn't know that she would turn my life into a living hell. I loved my brother."

Booth considered his words for a moment and then crossed his arms in front of his chest. "If the evidence bears out your story, the federal prosecutor may want to cut a deal with you. But if you're lying to me, you better get used to that jumpsuit." And with that, Booth got up and and walked out of the interrogation room.

"She certainly could have done it." Booth acknowledged as he and Bones drove north towards Bellingham. While he had been coordinating with D.E.A., Homeland Security, Border Patrol, and the Royal Canadian Mounties, she had been preparing the remains and other evidence that they had collected for shipment to the Jeffersonian.

"Just because she was the best on her archery team doesn't necessarily mean that she was the one who killed them, although it could logically make her a prime suspect." Always the rationalist, Brennan didn't want to jump to conclusions.

"Josh's story about the drug smuggling seems to check out though. D.E.A. says they've had their eyes on the Reynolds for some time. It's certainly enough to bring her in for questioning." There was a satisfied smirk on his face. He hated this whole case, but he was certainly looking forward to getting it wrapped up and all of the bad guys behind bars, even if one of those bad guys was a normal looking twenty-something college student.

"Agent Booth." Aimee Reynolds looked a bit surprised to see the FBI agent and his partner. Boxes in various stages of packing were scattered all over the apartment.

"Are you moving?" Brennan raised an eyebrow and looked at the young woman curiously. It seemed to her that it was a good thing that Booth had arranged for backup to meet them at the apartment.

"Yes. I just can't stay here with Nat's stuff. I've been packing it up to take up to her parents this weekend, and then I was going to move to my own place. There are too many memories here." She seemed a bit impatient.

"In Canada?" Booth just wanted to clarify exactly where she was going.

"Yes. Abbotsford, it's right outside of Vancouver." She looked at the agent a bit oddly since she knew that he knew that Nat was Canadian.

"You were on an archery team weren't you?" Brennan queried as she noticed equipment lying out as if it had been used recently.

"Yes, I was first in my division in high school, and I try and keep up practice." She let out a sigh. "Is there something else I can do for you? I'm kind of trying to get everything packed up, the landlord told me that she'd give me back my entire deposit if I could move out early."

Booth had a grim look on his face. "We found Matt Conner's body and we've got his brother Josh in custody."

All of the color drained out of her face. "Did he kill them?"

"He said you did." Brennan was nothing if not brutally honest.

"What?" She looked as if she was going to pass out and then she made a quick glance to the corner where her archery equipment sat.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, Aimee." Booth delivered a grin that could disarm a nuclear warhead that almost detracted from the fact that he had one hand on his gun.

"It was his idea. It's not my fault if Matt and Nat found out about it." She was clearly trying to cover whatever tracks she could, but she seemed to only be digging herself in deeper.

Booth grabbed his cuffs and quickly grabbed her. "Aimee Reynolds, you're under arrest for the murders of Matt Conner and Natalie Chilukuri and a bunch of other stuff." He would Mirandize her on the way to the waiting FBI cruiser outside just to cover his bases.

"He set me up." The fact that she wasn't denying her involvement screamed volumes.

"You have the right to remain silent." Booth was only mildly amused that although he was clearly giving her Miranda rights she was singing like a proverbial canary all the way to the squad car.

"She doesn't seem to want to remain silent." Brennan smirked as Booth shut the door of the car and glanced over at her.

The other agent that had met them there was just shaking his head in amusement. "Was that a confession, because that sure as hell sounded like a confession."

"She was pretty vocal about all of the things she wasn't responsible for that we hadn't even told her about." Booth realized with a smile that this case was really almost over. A few more details and it seemed that they could hand it off to the local feds and they could head back to DC.

"A slap dunk." Brennan's enthusiasm mirrored Booth's.

"That's slam dunk, not slap dunk, Bones." He smirked and his hand found the small of her back as they walked towards the SUV and the other car drove off with their prime suspect in custody.

"Looks like this one is almost done." She looked into his eyes with admiration as they climbed into the SUV.

"We make a really good team." He smiled as he leaned over and gave her a quick kiss and then settled in behind the wheel. "Looks like we're heading home."

"A very good team." She offered him a smile of her own realizing just how much had changed between them since they'd left DC for this case. Yes, she was definitely looking forward to getting home and letting all of this be part of their normal everyday lives.