Thank you," Hodgins said. "As I was saying, your FBI guys destroyed most of the particulates on the shoes."
"How did they do that?" Brennan questioned.
"Well, considering none of them were probably bug and slime guys and the technology was a decade older, it's not surprising that they didn't have the capabilities to do what I do."
"So you weren't able to pull anything?" Brennan asked.
"The small sample that I did pull is what you're looking at now."
"And...what is it?" Booth questioned, feeling like he had to ask that question a million times a day.
"It's dirt," Hodgins answered.
"You don't like the term dirt," Brennan stated.
"No, but this is pretty much your common garden variety type dirt. It consists mostly of worm castings..."
"Worm castings?" Booth asked.
"That's worm poop," Brennan answered.
"I know what worm castings are," Booth said.
"Then why did you ask?" Brennan wondered.
"Anything else that this dirt can tell us?" Booth asked.
"The guy walked in a garden before is pretty much all I can get from it. Unfortunately it could be any garden anywhere. There's some pollen from your typical garden family daisies and some particulates that comes from dandelions, but there's nothing significant about this dirt."
Brennan looked closely at the screen. "What's that?" She asked. She pointed to a small, white spot that Booth never would have seen if she hadn't pointed it out.
"That is most likely a type of fertilizer," Hodgins explained.
"Most likely?" Booth asked.
"That small speck you're seeing is three hundred times magnified. It's not a big enough sample to test. I'm sorry, man, but this dirt isn't going to get us anywhere.
"What about the other evidence in the box?" Booth asked.
"The shirt was wiped clean by your FBI guys and Angela is taking a look at the videos."
"Correction," Angela said as she joined them on the platform. She was holding a box full of the videos in her hand, which she practically slammed down on the edge of the table. "Angela is done taking a look at the videos."
"You went through them all that fast?" Hodgins asked.
"No. I barely got through one of them."
"What's the problem?" Brennan asked.
"They're graphic," Booth answered, looking apologetically at Angela. He knew first hand just how difficult those videos were to watch. He had spent countless hours watching them, looking for every detail. Every time he watched them, he could hardly make it through without vomiting.