An incessant thumping could be heard from the office of Special Agent Seeley Booth and anyone who walked in would have had an elastic band ball in the head. Unfortunately for Booth, it was his boss who entered his office first ergo his boss who had an attack from a flying elastic band ball. "Agent Booth," he said sharply, "I do not appreciate this nonsense. Nor do I appreciate you having fights in the middle of the Jeffersonian. Am I to believe that Agent Ellis is the cause of all of this?" Booth looked downwards. "Technically, it was her idiot boyfriend who started it."
"I don't care who started it," his boss yelled back at him, "The point is, you fought back and provoked or not, you should have left him alone or arrested him immediately." Booth was quiet. As his boss was leaving, he gave one last order, "Let him go." Normally Booth would have protested but he was in enough trouble already. And so he slowly approached the cells where James sat waiting. He had a split lip and a large bruise on the side of his head. But he didn't seem at all bothered. He was just sat there, writing. Weirdo thought Booth. He opened the door and advanced towards the writer. But he didn't even lift his head. By this point, Booth was getting angry. He grabbed the book that James had been writing in. James merely stared at him. Scanning the page, Booth read, by this point, Jack had figured out what kind of a man Sergeant Crane was. He was short-tempered, irrational and his hair stuck up too much… James grabbed his book back of Booth. "It's not quite finished, thank you very much," he told the agent.
"I hope that book of yours is entirely fiction," Booth replied, "for your sake." James smiled and walked past him. The only thought that formed in Booth's head was, I've always hated the Scottish.
Sirens whirled loudly as the cars of the FBI arrived at the cave side. Boats swarmed round in the water and as Brennan approached, she could see Trinity stood at the waters edge. "Trinity!" she shouted down to her. The agent spun round and removed her sunglasses as Brennan approached. "What have we got here?" Trinity sighed. "It looks like we've found the boat that Melissa was on," she replied, indicating the wreckage behind her. The boat had once been quite large but it had been mostly destroyed by the sea.