Sam and Dean's eyes widened. "Uh, no. We're Angus and Young." Sam tried.

"You sure? Because I'm pretty sure it's an alias." Booth smiled. "Now, tell us why you really wanted to see the bones."

Dean looked down, not wanting to be the one to answer. "Fine." Sam sighed. "You sure you want to know? You probably won't believe us."

Booth looked Sam straight in the eye. "Tell me."

After listening to Sam, Booth and Brennan left. "What do you think?" Booth asked.

"Well," Brennan began in her lecture voice. "There's no such thing as anything 'paranormal'. It simply doesn't exist. I believe they're lying."

Booth nodded, deep in thought. "I'm not so sure, though. We'll have to have to have Sweets watch the tapes."

Brennan and Booth got into the elevator. "I'll take you back to the Jeffersonian, we still need to find out who the killer is." Booth told Brennan.

Brennan was about to object, then saw the look on Booth's face. He was thinking, and needed to be alone. She stayed silent, nodding instead. Besides, she needed to get back and see what they had found out. Angela was probably done with the facial reconstruction and found out who it is, and Nigel had probably found more on the bones.

Brennan walked into the Jeffersonian and buttoned her lab coat. She walked to the platform and swiped her card.

Nigel looked up from the bones. "Hello Dr. Brennan." He said respectfully. "Did you find out who they were?"

Brennan nodded. "Yes, and they haven't been known by their names for a while. They have many alias's. Anyway, did you find anything new?"

Nigel nodded. "The particulates on the humorous were on a cut."

"Any bleeding?"

"Looking at the angle, it probably hit an artery."

Angela swiped her card and walked onto the platform. "I have a facial reconstruction." She held up the picture of an adult male with pale skin. He had handsome features and short brown hair.

"An animal epidemic is called an epizootic." Nigel said, sounding very proud of his random knowledge.

Brennan turned to him. "Is that at all pertinent to the case?" she asked.

Nigel looked down. "No," he mumbled.

Angela sighed when Brennan didn't apologize. There was still so much she had to learn. "I've already sent a copy to Booth."

Dr. Brennan was slightly puzzled as to why Nigel was mumbling and Angela sighed. Tucking this feeling away she turned back to the bones. She saw something peculiar. Leaning forward a bit she picked up a few of the finger bones. Setting them down she picked up the humorous. "Mr. Nigel-Murray. You appear to be wrong. There is no way the cut is the cause of death. This man fought back, hard. But, all of the injuries happened before the cut."

"So what, the killer cut him before attacking?" Angela asked confused.

Brennan shook her head. "A cut like that would wake the person up immediately. This cut happened to far before the other injuries. The killer couldn't have been the one to make this cut."

Nigel mumbled something to quiet to be understood. Most likely more facts to help his brain work through what they had so far. He nodded in agreement. "Plus, this man is right handed. The cut is on the right arm for this man to be the one that cut himself."

Suddenly Hodgins walked onto the platform. "I know what the particulates were."

"Well?" Angela pressed.

"The particulates were silver. The victim was cut with knife made out of silver."