Author Note: I am SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO sorry that I haven't updated for months. And months... But I am going to try hard to update more! Promise! Hopefully I will get a chapter up minimum of one every two weeks. Again, I am SUUUUUUUUPER sorry...

"You can't do that Dean. You can't confess to something you didn't do." Sam looked pointedly at his brother who was now standing. "Why would you even think about doing that? It's crazy."

Dean looked up at Sam, his face unreadable. "Sammy, you know that this is the only way one of us will get out of this situation. If I confess they might let you go, despite the impersonating FBI agents. If there is even a small chance, I gotta try it. You know that." There was silence. The two locked gazes, entering a battle of wills. The other hunters in the room watched, every single one hardly breathing. Had they been farther away they may have started to make bets on who would win, but this close to the brothers no one dared.

Sam was the one to break the silence. "Dean, you know that they won't let me off the hook. I'm going down with you either way. We have a chance to get out of this, to not go to jail. To stop the rugaru. You know that, and you also know that we have to act tonight. It'll be out last chance." He whispered the last half, wanting to do whatever he could to ensure none of the FBI agents knew about their plan.

When Sam mentioned the rugaru Dean seemed to actually start thinking. Bringing up the hunt was a great way to bring him back from his previous train of thought.

"Fine. But only so the rugaru can't kill anybody else."

Hodgins phone rang. He pulled off a glove and pulled it out. "Hello."

"Hodgins, you need to check the sandbox for blood. The victim fell and hit his head before he was... You know. Anyway, there may be signs of blood around the sandbox, as well as inside." Cam reported.

"Inside? Why would we check inside the sandbox for blood?"

"Cause of death was bleeding out, so there must be quite a bit in there."

Hodgins nodded, despite Cam being unable to see it. "Got it, we'll check the sandbox now." The two of them hung up the phone.

Putting his glove back on, Hodgins began to head back to the sandbox. "Get me a shovel! We need to check the sandbox for blood!" One of the techs immediately brought him a shovel. It wasn't as large as a normal shovel, but it was bigger than a trowel. Perfect so that he could crouch down, but still get a good amount of sand.

Now at the sandbox he looked down. There was a fair amount of blood there already, but if he bled out then more probably would have gone to the bottom. He began digging. As he dug the amount of blood seemed to be greater. Soon there was almost more blood then sand. It definitely meant that this was where he was killed, no doubt about it. He was getting up to check the edge to see where he hit his head when he noticed something. There was a shape in the sandbox, something that was just barely poking out of the sand.

Hodgins brushed some of the sand away, picking up the mysterious object. It was an ID card, specifically one for...

"My g**," Hodgins breathed in shock.

Cam entered Angela's office, walking over to where she worked on the Angelatron. "Have you finished the reconstruction?" She stopped next to Angela, looking at the computer's screen. On it was an image of the victim's skull.

"Almost. I just finished inputting all of the data, so now I just need to get the image and run it through missing person's." She pressed a button and the skull became covered in flesh. Angela also input the eyes and hair. The man before them was pretty handsome, his features were strong and definitive. Angela pulled up the missing person's database, having the computer run the image through it. After a minute or so the computer brought up a message. It read:

"No match found. Why hasn't he been reported missing?" Cam looked over at Angela, who looked just as confused as she was.

"I'll run it through the FBI database. Maybe it's a recently released prisoner or something." Missing persons was replaced with the FBI database. Within seconds they got a hit. "Oh my g**. The victim was an FBI agent."

Before them on the screen was an FBI employment file.

Booth didn't return to the interrogation room that day. He instead decided to go home a bit early so that he was well-rested to work on the case more tomorrow. In the meantime Sweets and two other agents were tasked with moving the hunters into the bigger room so that they had more space to sleep. Sam and Dean were among the last group to be escorted.

"Ready?" Sam whispered.

"Ready." Dean nodded confirmation. The two brothers locked eyes for a second and then they simultaneously turned on the agents.

Dean headbutted one, causing him to fall to the ground with a grunt. Sam kicked another in the kneecap. He crumpled immediately. Two of the other hunters were able to quickly take out Sweets. Sam and Dean took keys from the fallen guards, releasing their handcuffs. Hands now free they were able to knock them unconscious. The hunters nodded to them, going to where the other hunters were. It had been agreed that only Sam and Dean would leave, so that there was less of a commotion.

With quick nods in return they ran down the hall. There weren't any other agents on the floor, but security would be there any minute. Not wanting to waste time they took the stairs. There was very little trouble until they got to the first floor. There were two security guards at the door.

"Alright, Sam. We gotta pretend like they let us out. It's normal, we're only leaving." Sam nodded. They were about to walk out when he froze, and then went back behind the wall.

"Dean, we have a problem."

"Well what is it?!" Dean asked irritably.

"You remember that doctor lady. Dr. Brennan?"

"Yes, why?" Dean had a suspicion he knew, but he hoped that he was wrong.

"Well, she's out there, coming this way."