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Booth cuffed Sam, Dean, and the rest of the group from The Royal Diner. Then he promptly took them all to the FBI building, where the interrogation room became packed. Any other room they could have used was already in use so they had to fit them all in.

"What should we do?" Booth asked Sweets.

"Well, we could wait until we have more room, so we can interrogate them one at a time." He suggested.

Booth sighed. "OK, watch them for me." He began to walk away.

"Booth, Booth!" Sweets called, not wanting to be the one to stay and watch the room full of criminals.

Booth had gone to the Jeffersonian, hoping they'd have something that would narrow down who the killer could be. Unfortunately, all of the people they arrested had a knife that fit the cut. Even the strange woman that was the first to surrender. Every single one was covered in blood. So there was no way of knowing, at least for now. They were testing the blood for DNA, but with so much, it would take a while.

He walked onto the platform and saw the body. The bones had marks everywhere. "Do you think it was Gormogon? Has he come back?" Booth asked Brennan. She was examining the marks on the bones.

She straightened and set down the rib she had been holding. "No, it's not Gormogon. It's someone else."

It was very obvious that Booth was relieved. They wouldn't have to deal with someone that could have been associated with the man that took Zack from them. It had been a hard memory to relive, and they were both glad that it wouldn't continue.

"But," Brennan said. Booth suddenly looked worried again. "The teeth marks are deep. Someone absolutely attacked the person. They had no mercy, it was like they were giving into an addiction. Plus, they were eaten alive." Brennan didn't have to point out that it fit exactly what Sam and Dean had said about the 'Rugaru'. "We both know that those things aren't real, right?" Brennan looked at Booth.

"Right." Booth said. He knew it was crazy, but the doubt had been planted in his head.

"Your elbow is in my gut!" Someone complained.

"I'm sorry!" Someone else shifted.

"Hey! Now your on my foot!" Another person growled.

"How about you shut the **** up?! We're all stuck here, you don't have the make the rest of us miserable." Dean snapped.

The room was silent. Sam looked around awkwardly, trying not to stare at the top of someone's head. He was squished into the corner, and found the diamond pattern on the wall highly uncomfortable. So instead he stared at the mirror. Then he thought again. They would probably find it suspicious that he was staring at the mirror, so he settled with closing his eyes and leaning his head against the wall.

While Sam was incredibly uncomfortable, everyone seemed to be giving Dean some space. He was pacing the room, making people have to keep shifting. This just made it more uncomfortable for Sam. But he wasn't the only one, people seemed to be trying not to complain. After all, no one wanted to get on Dean's bad side.

The door to the room opened, and Sam opened his eyes. The guy was obviously not an FBI agent. He seemed both frightened, and determined. Sam knew immediately that he would have to keep everyone from harming him. He began to push his way forward, hoping to get to Dean before he got to the man.

Sam barely made it. He stepped in front of Dean right as he seemed about to do something they would all regret. Unfortunately, Sam couldn't hold Dean back as well, considering they were all handcuffed.

"Um, which one of you are Sam and Dean Winchester?" the man asked.

"That would be us." Sam said, gesturing to Dean with his head.

"I'm Doctor Sweets. And Doctor Brennan would like to talk to you." He said, opening the door to escort them out.

Brennan sat in the room with the sliding glass door, and TV. Sweets came in with Sam and Dean.

Sam and Dean sat in the chairs across from Brennan, and Sweets took a seat next to her. "Alright. What do you think happened to Neal?" She skipped any sort of small talk.

Sam spoke first. "We believe that Neal was hunting the Rugaru. So, to attract it, he cut his arm. And it worked. The Rugaru ran there. We think that the Rugaru was too much for Neal. He tried to fight it, but it was too strong."

"I thought you didn't believe us." Dean said abruptly.

Brennan sighed and set down the pen she had been using to take notes. "Well, everything you told us about a Rugaru seems to fit what happened to Neal. I need to stay open to all possibilities."