Booth and Brennan got in his car as he dialed a number. "Alright we have two suspects at the Royal Diner, we can't let them leave. I'm on my way, but you need to get everyone else out of the diner without them knowing." Closing the phone he started the car.

Booth and Brennan pulled up to the Royal Diner. "Stay in the car." Booth told Brennan, opening the door and pulling out his gun.

"What?!" Brennan exclaimed. "Why?"

"Because we don't know what these guys are capable of." Booth replied, closing the door.

With his gun pointed to the ground he approached the diner. Walking to the door he motioned for others to follow him. "FBI, we're coming in." he called before entering, gun no longer pointed at the ground.

A group of men, and some woman, stood up and spun around. They pointed guns at Booth and the other officers. Sam and Dean were in the group, and they had gotten guns somehow.

"Put the guns down and no one gets hurt." Booth watched the group carefully.

"Ya!" Brennan's voice came from behind Booth, along with the cock of a gun.

Booth looked behind him, Brennan was standing there, here gun pointed at the group. "I told you to stay in the car!" he exclaimed, turning back to the group. Surprised, he saw a few of the men put their guns down.

"Hey!" some of the woman kicked them.

"What? I won't shoot an innocent woman!"

"Do you really think that she wouldn't shoot you?"

"How do you know she would?"

"Hey!" Dean called harshly. The two looked over at him. "Have you forgotten that we're in the situation your talking about?" He motioned towards Booth and Brennan.

"Sorry," they both mumbled.

Sam stepped forward, hands in the air. "We're sorry we left. But the key was there, and we had to let them know that Neal's dead." he motioned towards the rest of the group. "We were all really good friends of his."

Booth didn't waver, though his gun was pointed at Dean instead of Sam. "You were talking about what happened like you were there."

Sam sighed. "That was all just speculation. A guess. It's what we think happened. We don't know for sure."

Suddenly Booth's phone rang. He glanced at Sam, then went behind those with him, taking Brennan with him. "Hello?" "What? Alright, thanks." he hung up. Booth turned to Brennan. "They finished going through all of their crimes."

"And?"

"Something really big turned up, something we can't ignore." Brennan didn't say anything, she just waited. Booth looked at Dean, "He's wanted for murder."

Booth walked towards them, looking as though nothing had just happened. It didn't work though, for Dean had seen the way Booth had looked at him.

Dean walked up to Sam. "They found it." he whispered.

"You sure?"

"Positive, I can tell by how he looked at me."

"There's no way to get out of this now, you're probably their prime suspect." Sam sighed.

"How are we going to catch the Rugaru?" Dean asked.

"I think we should be more worried as to how long they'll put you in prison." Sam pointed out. "We may have to convince them it wasn't you."

"And how would we do that?" Dean replied.

Before they could say, or do, anything more Booth spoke. "We're going to have to take you all in for questioning."

They all turned to Sam and Dean. "You said this wouldn't happen."

"They also told us the FBI wouldn't find us."

They were all murmuring when one turned to Booth. "As long as I can keep my gun. You can take the clip, but the gun is mine." It was a female. She took the clip out of her gun, walked up to Booth and handed it to him. She walked outside and waited.

Everyone was surprised. When they thought about it, none of the people in the group new the woman. This meant someone else was investigating. She obviously wasn't FBI. Was she a hunter? Or was she something else?