Sam and Dean were in the interrogation room, hands cuffed behind their chairs. "This is bad. They're FBI!" Same said in a voice that combined 'I told you so' with the severity of the situation. "We can't get out of this one. And you know what, we're screwed." Then he whispered, "With what we've done, we'll be lucky to not go on death row."

Dean sighed. "Is there a special reason your telling me this? Because I KNOW!"

"It's not my fault you didn't read enough to know that the Jeffersonian quite obviously worked with the FBI!" Sam retorted.

Brennan walked out of the elevator and headed down the hall. Passing all the other agents desk she entered Booth's office. Booth was staring at his computer screen, and you could see Brennan inspecting his face. "What is it?"

"These two have been quite busy. Agents Angus and Young are only some of their alias's. But I don't know which ones are fake yet. Which is a problem, I'm about to interrogate them without knowing who they actually are." Booth answered frustratedly.

"Can I see?" Brennan asked, thinking that she might be able to help.

Booth sighed. "Sure." He turned his computer screen towards her as she sat down.

Brennan looked carefully. "Well, I think we should start with which ones have a birth date."

"I already did that, your looking at the ones that do have one."

Looking carefully Brennan saw something. "The pictures. Each one is different."

"Most pictures are Bones." Booth said.

"Not like that. They're younger in some. That could help us catch them. We need to start by putting them in order by age." Brennan nodded. "Starting with the youngest, it'll probably help narrow the search."

Booth nodded. Taking the monitor back he began to type something. When he was done he moved it so both of them could see. "I think we found them." They were looking at the picture of two babies. There names, Sam and Dean Winchester.

Booth and Brennan took a seat across the table from Sam and Dean. "What were you doing at the Jeffersonian?" Booth asked.

"We wanted to see the body. I thought you knew this!" Dean complained. He would have thrown his hands in the air, but they were still handcuffed.

Brennan looked Dean right in the eye. "Why did you want access to the bones?" Her tone said that she meant serious business.

Dean, not being one for listening to tone, decided to answer before Sam could. "I did it so I could see you." His voice was full of lust.

"I wouldn't try that." Booth smiled a little smugly.

Dean ignored Booth. "I'd seen your picture online, and I just had to see you." he was trying to be as charming as possible. "But our meeting would be better if my handcuffs weren't so tight..."

Brennan smiled. "Really?" She stood up and went behind him. "How about I fix that for ya?" She tightened the handcuffs around his wrists.

"OW!" he exclaimed.

"I told you you shouldn't try it." Booth told him.

Brennan returned to her seat. "So, what's the real reason?"

This time Sam answered, glaring at Dean. "There's a killer out there, and they're most likely going to kill more people."

"Tell us something we don't know." Booth replied.

Sam sighed. He looked Booth straight in the eye and said, "We might be able to help you catch them."

Booth leaned closer. "So you impersonated FBI agents? Your telling me you did that to help us?"

"That was the only way we could help you."

Brennan answered this time. "And telling us that you wanted to help wasn't good enough?"

Sam was at a loss for words, so Dean answered instead. "We didn't know you were already working with the FBI!"

Booth answered quickly. "That gives you no right to impersonate Federal Agents!"

"To be fair, our names actually are Angus and Young." Dean replied.

At that Booth smiled. "Really? Because I have you listed under many names, most of which don't exist. But according to fingerprints and DNA, you're Sam and Dean Winchester."