Booth decided to try and get information from Sam and Dean before he left for the day. "Is there anything you want to tell us about Neal? Anything that could help the case?"
Sam and Dean looked at each other. Dean shook his head in a way that would only be audible to some, but Booth saw it. Sam glared at Dean, then turned to Booth. "He was one of us."
Dean made a sound of exasperation, but Booth didn't even flinch. "You mean a Hunter?"
"Yes." Sam nodded. "He was a great one to."
After watching them carefully for a few minutes Booth left. When he did, though, he 'didn't realize' that he left the keys to the handcuffs on the table.
A few minutes passed and Dean leaned forward. He was to short to grab the keys with his teeth. He sat up short and turned to Sam. "Well, go on, Sasquatch." Sam looked at Dean, then sighed and leaned forward. He grabbed the keys in his teeth. Then he turned and spat them over his shoulder. He was just able to catch them in his hands.
Soon, they were both free of handcuffs and sneaking out of the FBI offices.
Booth watched Sam and Dean leave the building from his car. He was on the phone with Sweets, who was currently in front of a lot of computers connected to cameras. He was watching where Sam and Dean went, being sure to keep them in sight at all times.
"You sure about this?" Sweets asked uncertainly.
"Yes. Now keep an eye on them. Call me if they do something suspicious. We finally found out which car was theirs, Bones and I need to check it out." Before Sweets could object he hung up.
Booth got out of his car and walked over to the crowd that consisted of the FBI forensic team and the Jeffersonian crew. They appeared to be in a heated argument around a black impala. "Alright, what's going on?" He asked as he walked up.
"They won't let us look at the car." Said most of the FBI team together.
"All they do is contaminate evidence! I've seen them do their job, they don't do anything right!" Brennan complained.
"They'll just cover up the evidence!" Hodgins added. Brennan and Hodgins seemed to be the ones keeping the team from getting a look at the car. The rest of the team, even Cam, seemed to only be doing it because they were telling them to.
"OK, OK. Now, they do their job exactly how they're supposed to," Booth looked at Brennan. The FBI team smiled. "But, the Jeffersonian is no doubt better than you."
"Fine." They glared. "Then let them do it." The FBI team left.
"Thanks," Brennan sighed.
"So, have you looked the car over yet?" Booth asked.
"Of course not! They got here when we were about too!" Hodgins answered for Brennan.
Brennan pulled out a flashlight and opened one of the back car doors. Turning on the flashlight you saw that it was a black-light. She began to shine it through out the whole car, moving to the front seat when she finished the back. "No blood." she said as she stepped back from the car. She then walked to the trunk, ready to look inside.
Hodgins followed and opened the trunk for her.
Brennan began to look thoroughly. Most others would have said the car was clean and left, but Brennan isn't most others. She saw something others wouldn't. Reaching down with a gloved hand she lifted up another flap of the truck. Inside were dozens and dozens of weapon. All types of guns and knives. Everyone was silent as she turned on her flashlight. Every inch of the trunk began to glow.
"So much for no blood." Hodgins grimaced slightly.
All of the weapons had been taken inside the Jeffersonian for examining, and so they could try and compare them to the cut on the victim. Booth was watching Nigel and Hodgins work on this large task when his phone rang. "Hello?" "What?" "I'm on my way."
Booth then found Brennan. "The suspects, Sam and Dean Winchester, met a large group of people at the Royal Diner. They were talking about what happened to the victim, like they saw exactly how it happened."