"So your…visions…have progressed from just quick images to full blown hallucinations, with conversation," Sweets clarified after he finished taking notes on Booth's latest vision. "Agent Booth, I think we need - "
Booth snatched the pad from his hand and read the words over to see if he'd missed anything. "You've made it perfectly clear you don't believe me, Dr. Sweets. And I don't need you to."
"It's not a matter of belief, Agent Booth. I simply think we need to look at all the possibilities."
"How about these possibilities? We haven't heard from her in over twenty-four hours. She hasn't turned her phone back on. Her cell phone last registered at a tower outside mountains that according to Russ her family visited on several occasions. Even without my 'visions'," he said, his voice mocking the word, "it's pretty clear something is wrong!"
Booth was yelling loud enough that the rest of the team gathered outside the door to see what was taking place. Taking a breath, he threw the notebook at them, watching it slide across the floor and stop at Cam's feet.
"Get him out of here," growled Booth. "Get him out of here, or I swear I won't be responsible for what I do to him."
Sweets turned to the group. "Do you believe him? Do you believe he's seeing Dr. Brennan? Because, I'm sorry, that just isn't normal." The implication that Booth had seen things before was left hanging in the air.
Hodgins watched Booth's fists clench. One swing, and the doctor would land next to the notebook at Cam's feet. Booth rarely resorted to violence, but when it came to Brennan, all bets were off. Before the room erupted, Angela took a step forward.
"Yes," she said. Her voice, calm and sure, deflated some of the tension in the room. "Yes, Sweets, we all believe him."