Booth entered the Jeffersonian, a handful of photos in his hand. He entered Angela's office and walked to the Angelatron.
"What do you need?" Angela looked up from her tablet.
Booth set all of the photos down. "These are the matches for your photo. I was hoping you could find out which is real."
Angela nodded. "Shouldn't be too hard, I'll just scan in the photos and-"
Booth held up his hand. "I trust you."
He was about to leave when Angela spoke again. "You know how Brennan feels about you, don't you?"
Booth turned. "I don't know what you're talking about." He walked out of her office at a brisk pace.
Sweets put the file on Booth's desk. "They're telling the truth."
"What?" Booth looked up, distracted by Angela's comment. He straightened and tried to hide the fact, though it was hopeless with Sweets.
"Sam and Dean." Sweets sat down. "Listen, if you want to talk about what's distracting you..."
"No." Booth said immediately. "Now, everything they said was true?"
Sweets nodded. "Everything. They might need some psychological help, but they believe everything they told us."
Booth was about to reply when his phone rang. He picked it up. "Hello?" "What?" "OK. I'll go talk to them." He hung up.
"What is it?" Sweets asked, curious.
Booth got out of his chair. "They say he was cut by a silver knife. But it couldn't have been the killer."
"Is that all?"
"No." Booth picked up a photo from his desk. "We also know who the victim is."
Booth put the photo on the table, pushing it towards Sam and Dean. "Do you know this man? His name is Neal Baldwin."
Sam and Dean's eyes widened slightly, but that was the only emotion they showed on their faces. "Never seen him before." Dean said at the same time Sam said, "Don't know who this is."
"You sure?" Booth pushed.
"They're lying. They're good, but their eyes widened. They know Neal." Sweet's voice said into Booth's ear.
Booth nodded slightly towards the mirror then said, "Don't lie. We know that you know Neal. Just admit it."
Sam and Dean looked at each other. "We don't know that man." Dean said.
"Fine, we knew Neal." Sam said, glaring at Dean. "Why? Do you think Neal was the murderer?"
Booth shook his head. "I'm sorry but, your friend is dead. Mr. Baldwin was the victim."
Dean stared at Booth's face. "Your serious? Neal is dead? It killed Neal?" He was obviously surprised.
Sweet's sighed. "They really do believe what they told you. They think a, what did they say? A Rugaru? They think a Rugaru has killed their friend. These two need help, serious help."
"Agreed." Booth said, forgetting Sam and Dean couldn't hear Sweets.
"Excuse me?" Sam asked, confused.
"Oh, nothing." Booth said quickly. "Anyway, do you know why Neal would have been cut by a silver knife before being killed?"
Sam opened his mouth, but closed it again after a look from Dean. It was obvious that they wouldn't answer the question.
Booth sighed and stood up. "Alright, but I'll be back." He left the room and walked to the door right next to it. Entering that room, to see Sweets looking through a window at Sam and Dean.
"I thought they might talk without me there." he quickly informed Sweets.
Sweets was about to reply when the two started talking.
"Sam, they obviously don't believe us. They're probably going to send us to some mental institution!" Dean tried to toss his hands up in an exasperated manner but instead got the handcuffs buried deeper into his wrists.
"I know, I know. But we had to try. Now we have to find out how to work on this case when the FBI is already working on it!"
"Well, I believe our first problem is these." Dean nodded towards the handcuffs.
"Ya, but we can't do anything about that now." Sam's eyes suddenly widened. "I think I know why Neal has a cut on his arm."
Dean sat up straighter. "You do? Well, C'mon. Tell me."
Eying the one-way mirror Sam began to speak. "Well, a Rugaru would be attracted to human flesh. Or the scent of blood. So Neal cut his arm, in hopes of luring it out."
"Well, it worked. Maybe a little to well." Dean leaned back again. "Now, how do we get out of these handcuffs?"