Booth had been sitting in his car brooding for the past hour or so. Now all of that brooding was built up inside of him. It was rage. Rage about him doubting Sweets' after all of this time. He directed this pent up energy toward Ryan Thatcher. He was driving down towards where Ryan's last known address had been. He doubted that he would be there, but it would give him a chance to blow off steam before going home. He huffed and started down a dirt back road.

The road wound around some sharp curves under the sparse cover of naked trees. All the trees had lost their leaves by now and the ground was scattered with their dead brown corpses. Booth glanced down at the GPS system that was built into his SUV. The house should be right up ahead. He carefully pulled his car off the road and then got out of his car. He didn't want Ryan to see him approaching if he did so happen to be in there.

Booth cautiously jogged down the hill to where he could see a driveway. He started walking back the shaded road. He had his hand ready to reach down for his gun if necessary. After a minute or so he could see a small log cabin up ahead. He could see that the windows were boarded up and the door was closed. Good. Perfect for sneaking.

He quickly ran up and padded to the door. He looked at the window and found a crack in the boards. He peered through and saw that lights were on inside. Oh? So Ryan was here.

Booth thought about busting the door in, but figured that a solid wooden door probably wouldn't move. Especially so if he had something locking the door shut. He then decided to search around the cabin. He went around the porch to the left and circled the cabin. There was a screen door in the back that appeared to be open and accessible. Booth opened the door and yelled, "FBI! SPECIAL AGENT SEELEY BOOTH!" He had his gun raised as he cleared the small kitchen area he'd walked into. He moved forward swiftly and found Ryan sitting on a crappy looking lawn chair in a space that served as the living room. Ryan was stumbling to get out of said chair and was failing. It looked like he was avoiding putting pressure on one of his legs. Booth was easily able to pin him to the ground. "What's the matter, Ryan? Get in a car wreck or something?" Booth asked as he slapped handcuffs on his wrists.

"What? What did I do, man?" Ryan asked.

"You're under arrest for assaulting a federal agent. Again. And you're also being charged with suspicion of theft from the Jeffersonian."

"The what? Look, I don't know what you're talking about. Honestly-"

"That's what they all say." Booth replied and yanked Ryan to his feet. "Let's get goin', bub."

Booth pushed the limping Ryan towards the door. He was kind of upset that Ryan didn't put up a fight. He was really looking forward to decking this guy in the face. He sighed. Not all dreams could come true.

By the time Booth got back to the FBI building Shaw had arrived back too. She had ran the dealer through all the systems and he was now sitting in the interrogation room. His real name had turned out not to be Ray Engleton. It was Donald Richard Eagleson.

Donald Richard Eagleson was what your average meth user looked like. His face was sunken in and he was extremely skinny. He twitched every now and then and you could just see the paranoid look on his face. Occasionally he would mumble to himself and look around. His greasy brown hair hung wildly around his face and only added to the meth user look. Shaw couldn't believe she'd almost had to flirt with this man.

Shaw had changed her attire to what she usually wore on a daily basis. A dress shirt and pants. Comfy. Not skanky. She was grateful to be out of that ridiculous dress and to have her gun in the right spot now. She'd handed the dealer's gun over to forensics so it could get sent through the system and see if it matched any past crimes.

Booth walked into the waiting area outside of the interrogation room. "Well that was fast." He commented as he walked in.

"He wasn't that hard to find, sir." Shaw replied. "I just went to the local bar and he walked right up to me."

"Good." Booth replied. "Did you start questioning him yet?"

"Not yet." Shaw said as she picked up some file folders from the table. "I was about to start though."

"I'll join you." Booth said. "Let's go."

Shaw nodded and headed for the door. Booth pushed it open and let Shaw pass through first before quickly following. "Hello, Donald." Shaw greeted with a smile as she walked in. She sat at the chair across from the dealer. The dealer's face paled. Booth placed himself back to Shaw's right. He leaned back against the wall. He'd jump in when needed. Shaw opened up her files and started reading through them. "Donald Eagleson was charged with six counts of drug possession, eight counts of drug paraphernalia, and four counts of driving while under the influence of drugs. So how does a guy like you get charged with all of that and is still able to operate on the streets?" The dealer was obviously uncomfortable. He was shaking and rubbing his arms. His eyes dashed back and forth between Shaw and Booth. It was like he couldn't tell who to be more afraid of so he was watching both of them.

"Calm down there, Twitchy." Booth commented. He received a quick glare from Donald the Dealer and then his gaze shifted back to Shaw.

"I know some people." He stuttered back.

"Look, you're going to have to do more than that." Shaw replied.

"A lot more." Booth added as he took a seat next to Shaw.

"M-my dad. He's… he's the commissioner of the city police." His eyes shifted to the surface of the table.

"That's bull. Do you want to know how I know? I researched every single little inch of your pathetic life while you were in here waiting. I looked at your family, your friends, and the people you think you know. So if your names don't start matching up with mine you're going to be in for a world of hurt." Shaw threatened menacingly. Booth was impressed with how well she could switch from her normal personality to angry interrogator mode.

Donald gulped and stuttered, "Look man, I mean, ma'am. I'm telling you the truth."

Shaw just glared at him.

"C'mon, man." He said to Agent Booth. "Help me out here?"

Booth just glared also.

"You pointed a gun at me." Shaw replied. "I don't think now is the time to play games."

"You ninja attacked me! How am I supposed to respond to that?" Donald yelled. "L-look, I know that you wouldn't waste your precious federal time in a town like Briarsville. So what is this really about?"

Shaw glanced at Booth and he nodded. Shaw took out two pictures and pushed them across the table. "Do you know either of these men?" Shaw asked.

"Sure." Donald replied. "That's Larry and that's Ryan. They're regulars. What, did they do somethin' stupid again?"

"Were they known for their acts of stupidity?" Booth asked as he leaned forward.

"Well ya. Everyone knew what Larry did to that girl of his. Not just his travelling wife, but his daughter. Every time they came and got stuff off of me the girl would show up in the hospital." Donald said it as if it were no big deal.

"So you dealt with Laurence Shankle and Ryan Thatcher?" Shaw asked just to make sure.

"Absolutely." Donald replied.

"Hey, the tweaker knows a big word." Booth whisper yelled to Shaw.

Donald frowned. "So what did they do? Is this about the girl?"

"Actually it's about his travelling wife." Shaw pushed a picture forward of the rotting remains of Julia Shankle.

"…Th-that's Julia?" he stammered.

"Ya, and we found your meth on her body." Shaw replied.

"How do you know it's mine?" Donald cried out. "It could be any other dealer's drugs! And just because it was on her doesn't mean I was the one that killed her! Larry would be your main suspect. Second one would be Ryan. They were both hooking up with her when she was around. But I heard that she was pregnant again. Maybe that's why one of them killed her? Actually, Ryan wouldn't have killed her if she was pregnant because he liked beating kids. That's what he did you know? He just-"

"Okay. Stop." Booth shouted over Donald's rambling.

"What do you mean he liked beating kids?" Shaw questioned as her curiosity peaked.

"There was a kid before the girl he has now. He beat that kid too, but the boy got taken away after the police showed up one time. So once Larry was out of jail and his wife came back he knocked her up again, but she got the baby aborted. The next time Larry knocked her up he locked her in his basement for nine months so she couldn't abort the baby." Donald replied.

Shaw didn't know how to respond. He wanted a kid just so he could beat them? That was awful! It was almost unimaginable!

"So you're saying Larry would definitely have killed Julia Shankle?"

"Definitely." Donald repeated. "I wouldn't be surprised if he killed the girl next."

"Why would he kill the girl if he liked beating her?" Booth asked.

"She's going to be turning eighteen in the near future. Duh." Donald replied as he leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest. "He'll probably kill Ryan too if he's going on a spree." He looked back and forth between the two quiet agents. "So since I cooperated does that mean you'll let me go?"

"Um, let me think about it." Booth replied. He paused for a fraction of a second and then said, "No." He stood and Shaw was soon to follow suit.

"What? Come on, man." Donald stood up as the agents walked out.

"Don't make me put another bruise on your neck." Shaw threatened. Her tone then turned to a mocking one. "Hey, Booth, aren't you glad nonstop talking is a side effect of meth?"

"Absolutely." Booth replied.

The door clicked shut and Donald sat down with a huff. "Women." He mumbled. "What do they know. Nothing. Nothing!"

Shaw smirked at Donald's yell.

"Is nonstop talking really a side effect of meth use?" Booth asked.

"Yes, sir." Shaw replied.

"Interesting." Booth mused. "Now would you like to explain why there's a large bruise on the back of Mister Drug Dealer's neck?"

"He pulled a gun on me, sir. I had no choice." Shaw replied.

"So you drew attention to yourself on a covert operation?" Booth asked. He crossed his arms over his chest as he waited for her response.

"Actually, sir, we were in the bathroom together when he pulled the gun on me. No one saw. And I walked him out quite quietly. I had my arm wrapped around his neck and everything." Shaw explained.

Booth was taken aback. He had honestly not expected that reply. "Well in that case you're going to observe while I interview Ryan. We may need you another time." The two agents walked out into the hall.

A/N: I like interrogation scenes. Don't you? :D Reviews are appreciated! Thanks for all the ones you've given me so far!