Tearing his glance away from her, he looked back at the file that he had tossed aside. He really didn't want to pick it up again. They had been going through the old files for eight hours. Booth looked at his watch. It was just past four AM. He rubbed his face with his hands and then glanced over at the nearly empty Thai take out containers. Using the chopsticks that were still in the container, he shoved a pile of Pad Thai into his mouth. It was cold and tasted like it was eight hours old, but he didn't care. He was hungry. He was about to finish off the container when his phone rang. Cursing under his breath, Booth snagged it from the floor beside him. Brennan immediately lifted her head, her eyes wide. He could tell just from the deer in the headlights look that was on her face that she was embarrassed to have fallen asleep. What was probably more embarrassing to her was that she had fallen asleep on him. Seeking her cheeks turn red, Booth smiled.
"Booth," he said, answering the phone.
Brennan sat up and slide slightly away from him, straightening her hair. She picked up the file that she had dropped as she had fallen asleep and opened it.
"You're sure?" There was a pause. "When?" Another pause. "Yeah, I'll be there."
Booth slammed his phone shut and dropped it next to him, not caring that it hit the floor hard and bounced.
"You might want to more careful with that," Brennan said. "After all, your phone barely survived the flight across my office. I'm not sure it can handle another trauma like that."
"Trust me," Booth said. "It's survived worse."
"What was that all about?" Brennan asked, pointing to the phone. She was grateful that they had something else to talk about besides the fact that she had fallen asleep on him.
"They're releasing Collin Brown at noon today."
"Noon? That doesn't give us much time."
"No, it doesn't."
"Have you found anything in the file that we could use?"
"It's just as big a dead end as it was ten years ago," Booth answered.
He stood up, needing to stretch his legs. He felt like punching something, but he knew that wasn't going to solve anything.
"What about the videos?"
"We'll take a look at them as soon as we can get them out of the evidence locker."
"Hopefully they can help us," Brennan said.
"I wouldn't count on it. Collin Brown was a smart man. He could never be identified on the videos."
"Well, we'll figure something out," Brennan said, scanning over the forensic evidence that was found at the scene. Booth was right, they had nothing to go on.
"We've been at this all night," Booth said. "You should go home."
"I'm fine.