Booth and Brennan pulled up to the crime scene, a simple park. Crime scene tape surrounded it, along with children hugging their parents. They got out of the car and Cam walked up. She began to explain how the body was discovered while Brennan pulled on gloves. "Parents and their children have been coming and going all day. The body was discovered when some children started playing in the sandbox."

"The body was dumped in the sand box?" Booth asked, making a face of disgust.

"Yep, well. I wouldn't say 'dumped'. It looks more like this is the crime scene." Cam replied, leading them to the body.

Booth looked at her, then shook her head. "You're saying that you think the victim was killed here? At the playground?"

Brennan crouched down. "Brush." She said, holding out her hand. An FBI tech handed her one and she began to gently brush some of the sand away from the bones. Like the last victim bits of flesh remained on the bones, and teeth marks were everywhere. "I can't say for sure until we compare the marks, but I would say that this is most likely a victim of the same killer." Brennan stood up.

"I'd like to have pictures taken of the the whole park, and for it to stay shut down until we catch this murderer." She said to Booth.

"You want me to shut down a whole park?" He said, hoping that she was kidding.

"Yes, and I'd like to have Hodgins come through here before any of your guys taint the evidence."

"Taint the evidence? They wouldn't taint the evidence!" Booth replied.

"I hate to disagree, but she's right." Cam interjected. "Hodgins will get more out of all this then they would."

Booth sighed. "Alright, alright. I'll shut down the park and make sure they don't touch any evidence." He put his hands up in mock surrender.

"What if this doesn't work?" Sam inquired, staring inquisitively at Josh.

"Trust me, it'll work. As long as we can get one of us out the plan will work." He reassured him for the 12th time.

"And what if we can't get someone out? Did you think of that? I mean, we all have multiple aliases!" He said.

"Sammy, enough. We can get someone out. It shouldn't be that hard, I mean, they are watching us!" Dean said, tired of Sam's anxiousness.

Sam turned to his brother. "How many of our plans have actually succeeded?" he asked.

Dean opened his mouth and pointed his finger at Sam. Then he closed his mouth, at a loss for words. It was true, their plans didn't always work. But he had to make sure Sam believed this one would work, otherwise it was doomed to fail. "This'll work, trust me."

"Fine." Sam sighed. "Fine, I trust you. Let's just get along with this darn plan."

Dean rolled his eyes then turned to the cluster of hunters in the interrogation room. "Alright, who wants to be the one to get out?"

Brennan walked up to the platform, content to look at the new set of bones while Booth spoke to the first victims wife. She pulled on gloves and joined Cam and Vincent on the platform. "Did you know that gold fish have a memory span of 3 seconds?" Vincent asked, seeming to be too joyful of the fact.

"Was this victim killed by gold fish?" Brennan asked.

"N-no. He was not." Vincent said with a form of guilt and confusion.

"Then I believe that facts about them are not pertinent to the case." She said, casting her eyes downward at the bones. "The bite marks seem very similar to those that were on our first victim."

"Staining on the bones shows that the victim was alive when they were eaten." Vincent said, examining the left tibia.

"Oh, joy!" Cam said, sarcasm in her voice as she took tissue samples from the victim.

Brennan looked at Cam quizzically. "This situation should in know way bring you joy."

"It was a figure of speech Dr. Brennan." Cam said sighed, hoping that one day she can say stuff like that and she would understand.

Her eyebrow raised. "Quite an odd figure of speech..." Brennan shook her head and returned to looking at the bones. This time she picked up the skull, turning it over in her hands. "The marks on the skull, they're deeper than on the other victim." Her brow creased and she set the skull down, picking up the right radius. "And on the radius..."

"It's the same on the tibia!" Vincent added.

Cam looked up, confused. "Well that's odd. What would happen that would make that difference?"

"Last time the person teemed to have not known what they were doing, perhaps this time they embraced it." Brennan suggested, seeing it as one of the only logical explanations to this new development.

Angela walked on the platform. "I've got great timing, don't I?" she asked her rhetorical question with a hint of dread and sarcasm.

"How fast do you think that you'll be able to get ahold of him?" Dean looked at the the girl in front of her. She had short brown hair and green eyes that were full of determination.

Sam took a step forward, blocking one of the cameras so as not to make her answer noticeable. "Add some time onto what you think, that way we won't be disappointed." He said in a lowered voice, unsure if they would have made the cameras start to pick up audio or not.

She thought for a moment, judging how much time it would take to find him, then convince him. "Maybe a day? Then half of another for him to get here?"

Dean sighed. "A day and half?!" He put his hand up to his mouth like he does when he's exasperated. "The Rugaru could have killed someone else by then!"

The girl shrugged. "I added the half day on to that, it mostly depends on where he is. Once I find out where he is we'll take a plane."

At the mention of planes Dean's eyes widened ever so slightly. What you couldn't see was the small amount of fear that was hidden behind a mask of frustration. "Alright, let's get this on with already. The sooner we get out, the better."

Giving a slight nod they moved about acting like nothing was going on. Suddenly the girl collapsed her eyes rolling back in her head. The hunters around her did their best to catch her, cushioning her fall.

"Oh my ***." Dean said, hurrying over.

"Help!" Sam yelled, rushing over. One of the other hunters went and began banging on the door, another on the mirror, doing their best to get the attention of the FBI agents.

Soon agents ran in, checking the girl's pulse. "Call an ambulance." An agent said to one who was already pulling out a phone.