One year from today,
Wwe meet at the reflecting pool on the mall.
I know.
Day 213-- found nothing.
Well, three months ago we found an onyx bead.
No offense, Dr. Brennan,
but what we're looking for is evidence of early man,
not jewelry that's barely 2,000 years old.
I find it interesting that I am only afraid
of snakes when Booth is around to be jumped upon.
She says two insurgents, five minutes ago,
went to kidnap child of NATO interpreter.
We going to allow that?
Just like we trained, boys, a hundred times.
You think you're here to talk
about brain damage in veterans.
That's because I'm here to talk
about brain damage in veterans.
All she's going to want to talk about
is that missing child.
I have nothing to say about Logan Bartlett.
That's the problem.
I have been up all night
going over forensic anthropology
and entomology reports.
I can't confirm the identity of the child in my morgue.
Which is the excuse
the Justice Department will use to fire you.
I'm good at my job, Caroline.
They're not going to fire me.
Five minutes to air. Cherie, You are brilliant
at your job, but you do not understand politics.
What they want is for you to shut up
about brain damage in veterans.
If I can't fix this carburetor, we're in trouble.
I think we might be in trouble anyway.
Dr. Brennan.
This is a very delicate situation.
If I were you,
I'd swallow that engagement ring right now.
Those young men are Alifuru.
An Alifuru man's worth is measured
by how many daughters he has,
not sons, which indicates that they venerate women.
We have to show them that we're women.
Okay.
What if these are evil, rapist Alifuru?
Well, in that case, when they get close enough,
you take the little one and I'll get the other two.
Why are you in your underwear?
You said look like a woman.
Should I take off more?
Stay back, stay back.
Put the boy down.
Don't pretend you don't understand
what I'm talking about.
You put the boy down or I'll shoot you now.
Thank you, thank you.
This would not have happened if his father was here,
where he is supposed to be,
instead of off fighting someone else's war.
Booth.
You need to come home right away.
Kind of involved here
training Afghanis.
What's the rush?
Cam's going to lose her job and her reputation
if you don't do your white knight routine.
Why Cam? She's the best coroner in town.
That's right.
Now, saddle up, Sir Galahad,
get yourself back here, and convince the powers that be.
Today I have with me in the studio Dr. Camille Saroyan,
the federal medical examiner for D.C. and the environs.
Dr. Saroyan has an exemplary record,
winning several citations along the way.
It's an honor to meet you, Dr. Saroyan.
Thank you. Glad to be here.
Oh!
I think I did a pretty amazing job of distracting them.
Try to start the truck, Daisy.
There could be more.
Brennan.
Cherie, I know you are out there
looking for the origins of humanity,
but you need to get home right now. Why?
Because you left Cam all alone
and if you don't come back, she's going to lose everything.
With all that success behind you,
why are you stalled on the Logan Bartlett case?
Booth is coming.
Everyone's coming.
But we need you because you are the smartest.
That is true-- I am the smartest.
Daisy, we have to get home.
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In the last eight months, I've performed autopsies
on six veterans-- four fought in Iraq, two in Afghanistan.
All six show signs of brain damage
consistent with improvised explosive devices.
Dr. Saroyan, why haven't you identified
the remains of the child currently on your slab?
My slab?
Oh, that's not ethical!
They've started a search for a new federal medical examiner.
Caroline, I'm very good at my job.
Yes, you are very good, but that's not the issue.
They're mad at you for causing a fuss
and they are looking at an excuse to fire you.
That child is their excuse.
You said your entomologist and anthropologist
are no good, right?
What if I told you
I got you the best?
Plus a cop who will help you, not blame you?
The best anthropologist is in Indonesia,
the best cop is in Afghanistan,
and the best entomologist
is in France.
I got 'em all coming back.
How'd you do that?
Same way I'm going to get you a tame psychologist.
Talk to me.
That is no way for an adult holding a PhD in psychology
to answer the telephone.
Ms. Julian? I'm on sabbatical.
Doing what, installing elevators?
Because I can hear the music.
Rethinking my life priorities. What's wrong?
Booth's on his way back from Afghanistan
and I hear he has major post- traumatic stress syndrome.
Enough said.
I'll get myself reactivated immediately.
So was it dangerous in Afghanistan?
Nah.
What I did was mostly administrative.
Because you seem really very heavily armed
in this photograph.
How about you?
Any headhunters or cannibals?
Daisy and I were attacked by some armed guerillas.
But I... I beat them up and we got away.
You beat up armed guerillas?
I had to.
You weren't there to save me.
Oh, Bones.
So did you meet anyone special?
You mean did I have sex with anyone?
I missed that about you.
You know, you just cut right to the chase. Yeah.
I was working. Mmm.
So there was no time or inclination
for sex or romance.
How about you?
Yeah, I'll, uh, show you.
Oh.
Hannah. She's a journalist,
war correspondent.
How-how did you meet?
Oh, I arrested her for being in a restricted area.
You-you arrested me once.
I remember.
Where is Hannah now?
She's in Iraq.
Is it serious between you?
Serious as a heart attack.
Heart attacks are very serious.
Yes, they are. Very serious.
So, I-I find that I am looking forward to seeing everyone.
Great.
Whoa-whoa, Bones, where you going?
To the lab.
Cam's not there anymore. Why?
Didn't you stay in touch with anyone
while you were gone?
No. My only contact with the outside world
was a satellite phone, and it was only for emergencies.
Good to know it wasn't just me, huh?
So, this way? FBI?
Okay.
The reason we're here... People?
The reason we're here...
Hello?!
Cam here has decided to launch a jihad.
Wow. "Jihad."
Talk about loaded terminology.
Far, far above us on the food chain,
someone with a cold heart has decided
that Cam must be silenced.
I'm totally impressed.
Wait. What jihad?
Brain damage in veterans.
The point is the easiest way to shut Cam up
is to fire her
for cause. Tell 'em.
Three months ago,
a two-year-old boy, Logan Bartlett, disappears.
Stolen in the middle of the night from his mother's house.
Kidnapped child, the media jumped on it big time,
blew it up huge.
You believe this is Logan Bartlett? The media does
and they're saying I'm incompetent
because I won't confirm or deny.
Incompetence is grounds for dismissal.
Well, the size is right for a two-year-old.
The sternum is crushed.
That's a possible cause of death.
The bug guy says insect activity indicates
that the time of death was between six and 12 weeks ago.
That's a useless time frame.
Yeah. The bug guy's not Hodgins.
In fact, nobody is any of you.
That didn't make sense.
So our goal here
is you people tuck in
like the old days, make Cam look competent
so we keep us the best federal coroner we ever had.
I had no idea you thought that.
I'm in, but first thing
in the morning, I gotta have breakfast with Parker,
and then I'll go find the missing kid's parents,
and see if I get any information off them, all right?
We're in.
Absolutely.
See you in the lab tomorrow.
Thank you, guys.
I am going to need some help.
Wait. Didn't Daisy come back with you?
Daisy said that she needs some time off.
Who else is available?
Nobody.
Nobody?
Vincent Nigel-Murray
won a million dollars on Jeopardy!
Took a round-the-world trip.
Mr. Vaziri switched majors
from forensic to cultural anthropology.
He's interning at the Baghdad Museum.
Fisher checked into a clinic
with a case of The Hopeless Vapors.
Dr. Edison took a position in Chicago.
What about Wendell?
Last I heard, working in a repair shop.
Excuse me.
What happened? You're no longer in the Jeffersonian,
all my interns gone.
What happened is you put your own desires
ahead of everything else and you left.
Are you angry with me?
Yes, I am angry, Dr. Brennan.
We had a great thing going.
You just... you let it fall apart.
Look at that, huh?
Dad? Yeah?
Did you kill anybody?
Why are you asking me that?
My friends always want to know.
What should I tell them?
You tell your friends that your dad does his duty
the best that he knows how, all right?
Someday, me and you are gonna talk all about it, all right?
When?
When you're older, when you're a man.
Are you going away again?
No, never.
Because of me?
Because of you.
It's the best reason ever, huh?
Drink your orange juice.
Here we go. Let's eat up, hmm?
Wendell? Wendell Bray?
Yeah?
Oh, it's Dr. Temperance Brennan.
Hey, welcome back!
Did you find Homo floresiensis in Maluku?
No, not yet.
Why are you fixing a bus?
You are a highly educated
and fairly intelligent young man.
I gotta pay rent, save up for tuition.
What happened to your fellowship?
After you left,
the new forensic anthropologist wasn't based
at the Jeffersonian, he was in New York.
So they shut down the program.
I am very, very difficult to replace.
That you are.
I would like to hire you to help me.
For how long?
For however long it takes to identify these remains.
And then I have to get back to Maluku.
No can do. I, uh...
I pulled in favors to get this job.
Gotta think long-term.
I appreciate the offer though.
How much would it take?
Because I have quite a lot of money
and it's no use to me in Maluku.
I-I put Logan down at 8:00 p.m., after his bath.
I read him a story.
He's a good sleeper.
You have a glass or two of wine after that, Carrie,
or did you just go straight to the vodka?
Don't do that.
Look, I've been sober for over a year.
So, when did you notice that Logan was gone?
He's usually up around 6:00.
So that's when I went in, and he was just, he was gone.
Where were you, Mr. Bartlett?
Me and Carrie split up last year.
I got custody of Logan.
Again, I'm asking you where were you when your son disappeared.
I got family in Delaware.
In Dover.
Got receipts, witnesses, whatever you need.
The Missing Persons cops, they got it all.
Trevor's angry, Agent Booth,
but he would never do anything to harm Logan.
Thank you for that, Carrie.
Look, I'm a father.
I can only imagine what you're going through right now.
I really appreciate you coming in.
There's an agent outside who's gonna drive you home, okay?
What about me?
I have a few more questions for you.
Agent Booth,
do you think that the body in the morgue--
the one they're talking about on TV--
do you think...?
It's not very clear right now.
But if I were you, I'd take that
as a good reason to have hope, right?
Thanks.
Oh, wow, these really are the remains of a child, huh?
Yeah.
And that about sums up my total knowledge on the case.
It's a male child.
You like living in Paris?
Are you kidding?
It's Paris.
Yeah, I get to draw the Eiffel Tower...
not dead children's faces.
These remains were found wrapped in a blanket
in a shallow grave along the Potomac?
Yeah. I don't know if that's a blanket.
Um... it looks like it might have been cut
from something larger.
The stitching suggests that maybe it's from
some kind of garment,
like a jacket or a sleeping bag.
What does this look like to you, Wendell?
Root completion of the canines.
That, plus the fusion of the vertebral elements.
You're suggesting that this victim is over three years old?
Yes.
Despite his small size?
It's hard to be sure in a child this young,
but the eye orbits are relatively round.
Yes, Angela is right.
About what?
The round eye orbits.
The skull is brachycephalic...
If I were reconstructing this skull,
I'd definitely be going Asian.
So it can't be Logan Bartlett.
Thanks for your cooperation.
Do me a favor, huh?
Quit wasting your time appreciating my cooperation,
go find my kid.
Nice man.
You think he killed his son?
I don't quite get killer off of him.
Oh-ho, what's going on here?
Agent Corby's moving out
so you can move back in. Mmm.
You aren't going back
to Afghanistan after this, are you?
Because I told Agent Corby that you needed your office back.
Don't you make me a liar.
Nah, I'm not going back.
Something happened to me back there that made me realize
I have to be here for my son.
You almost die or something?
I should know better than to ask.
Anything else happen to you over there
that you'd maybe like to talk about?
A little something something?
Ah... Huh?
I like the set of her chin.
Right?
Does Dr. Brennan know?
Of course she does.
Sort of takes the emotional pressure off, I guess. Right?
Which means there's absolutely no reason for the two of you
not to work together, get the old team back together,
catch miscreants and killers and the like.
I'm staying, but I'm pretty sure Bones is heading back
to the Moppapachuey Islands, or whatever they're called,
to find her missing link to humanity.
Well, we'd all like for her to find that.
Right? Me, too. Mm-hmm.
No missing link there, though, right?
There ain't nothing missing over her.
Right.
You wouldn't believe what I went through
to hang onto that.
I never asked you to give me the ring back.
When I left, you and I weren't really precise
on where we were as a couple.
You flushed me, Daisy.
I mean, how much more clearer could it be?
Just to be clear, in your mind,
we're no longer engaged?
What? No!
I thought about you every day.
Hey!
Get out of the way!
Okay, this is very confusing for me
because I spent the last few months
trying to forget about you.
You found someone else while I was away?
Well, as a matter of fact, yeah, I met a few women,
and by "a few" I mean more than two.
I was completely faithful,
but I don't blame you for seeking comfort
in the arms of others.
Blame me?
You looked me in the eye and told me
that your career would always come first.
I was emulating my mentor, Dr. Brennan, and she was wrong.
Which means I was wrong, too.
I was led astray by my brain.
Well, I need some time to think.
Then you keep the ring.
You want us to be engaged, you just give it back.
Yes, I'm seeing Harris' lines here in the tibia.
These lines of calcified material in the shinbone?
Signifies childhood malnutrition.
The skull shows, um,
I forget what those lesions are called,
but they're caused by iron deficiency anemia...
Porotic hyperostosis. Yeah.
Comes from working on bus engines I guess.
Well, anyone could learn the labels, Mr. Bray,
but not everyone would notice the condition.
Nice.
What have you got?
Well, we won't know for certain
until we get a complete histological profile,
but it's looking pretty good
that this kid is an Asian immigrant.
By "pretty good"
Mr. Bray means a better than 85% chance.
Hey. Hodgins found some bug evidence.
Hey, Hodgins, what's up? Hey, brother.
Wow. What is with this scuzzy hellhole?
And where's my office?
You see that table over there?
That's your office.
And you have to share.
Huh.
If these remains are Asian, that might help explain
his size.
And this is all adding up to the likelihood
that this is not Logan Bartlett.
It's not Logan Bartlett.
Cam's bug guy--
really not top shelf, by the way--
says that insect activity indicates that this kid died
between six and 12 weeks ago,
but he didn't take into account
the fact that the kid was wrapped up.
The blanket retarded insect activity.
Again... not a blanket.
Calliphoridae and Sarcophagidae flies
are present as adults
and early instar larva...
You're not interested in details.
Okay, upshot--
this child died at least 16 weeks ago.
Long before
Logan Bartlett went missing.
I think we're all agreed that this is not the missing child.
Well, maybe not the famous one,
but this is somebody's missing child.
So you are positively, absatively certain
that it isn't Logan Bartlett?
"Absatively"-- that's not a word.
Yes, we are certain.
So you people come back from
the far-flung corners of the Earth,
out past the outer suburbs
of Timbuktu, and you solve the case in a shake?
What's a shake?
Three jiffies and a cha-cha.
Cha-cha-cha.
We didn't actually solve the case.
All we've done is ascertain
that the remains are not those of Logan Bartlett.
We still have to figure out
whose remains are in Cam's lab
and what happened to him.
You are so right, Dr. Brennan.
How could I have
taken my eye off the ball like that?
Blood flow is crucial to cognitive dexterity.
Perhaps you don't get enough exercise.
We figure this out, Cam has a chance
to keep her job, right?
That's what you came back for, isn't it? Help out Cam?
Absatively.
Look, nothing against Carrie, but you've got to admit
it was crazy to choose
the alcoholic mother over the father.
It was just a bad decision, something was bound to happen.
I'll tell you something else... Sweets.
Why are you looking at that?
Well, this guys looks you in the eye--
his expressions reach his entire face,
not just his mouth--
he's speaking in contractions instead of formally.
So he's telling the truth?
Yes. Look, see.
He expands himself outwardly in his communication.
A liar doesn't do that. A liar pulls in.
Not only is this guy telling the truth,
he's relaying facts.
Forget about this guy, okay?
This is a missing persons case right now.
It's out of my hands.
What's important right now is we're working on a homicide.
What do we have on that?
Well, the remains were wrapped,
which suggests a sense of ceremony, a loving burial,
or equally possible, shame.
Which makes sense 'cause the child's
hands and feet were bound with twine.
Sex crime.
Hard not to go there.
Thanks.
Yeah.
Hey, uh, Booth, can I ask you a personal question?
Oh, that depends-- about you or me?
Me.
Shoot.
Okay, Daisy just wants to pick up where we left off,
and I don't know whether to...
Move on.
Yeah? Like you did? You know what?
You asked my opinion, right? I'm going to give it to you.
Are you listening?
Give yourself a chance to be happy, move on.
And that worked for you?
Yeah, it did. It did.
If you don't mind me asking, Dr. B,
why do you keeps staring at the X ray?
Because I'm suffering the nagging certainty
that my eyes are seeing something
which my brain refuses to process.
Isn't your brain supposed to be the smart one?
Hey, Ange, you want something to eat?
I do, yes, but I want it in Paris.
Are her eyeballs and brainpan arguing again?
Yeah. Clash of the Titans.
I've got it.
There's nearly imperceptible damage
to the hyoid.
The little boy got strangled.
Well, it's not cracked or crushed.
It's more like there's
a hole or a puncture.
I'll check it out on the actual bone.
Sweetie...
Sweetie, can I get some attention over here?
Yeah, uh, yes, it's very good to see you.
Because you are my best friend and I love you like a sister.
I assume,
not having an actual sister to use as a control.
Right. Yes, yes, I know.
So, um, what is the deal with Booth?
Is it weird seeing him again?
Not at all weird. Very nice.
Are there any old surges of feelings?
Anything like that?
Booth fell in love in Afghanistan.
Oh.
Oh, sweetie, I'm so sorry.
Why? Are you in love with Booth?
A little bit, but that's not what I mean.
Don't tell me that you're happy
about him finding somebody else?
I'm very pleased for him.
A committed romantic dyad
is exactly the kind of relationship
Booth seems to require to be happy.
Did you think about Booth at all when you were away?
Yes, I did.
A few times I actually dreamed about him.
Oh, well, there you go.
Dreams are very meaningful.
I dreamed about the work we do.
I dreamed about catching murderers
and getting justice
for people who were killed.
What does that mean?
It means you're going to die loveless and alone.
I don't follow your reasoning.
Sweetie, can you ask me how I am, please?
Well, I already know how you are.
You love living in Paris, and you don't miss
murderers and violence.
What I did miss is my period.
I hope you're hugging me
because you're excited about being an aunt.
No, I'd have to be your sister to do that.
Oh, which I am-- metaphorically.
Yes, you better be
because I haven't even told Hodges yet.
Anthropologically speaking,
women often confide in other women
before broaching sensitive subjects with their mates.
Okay.
Dr. Brennan was right.
I found a very small puncture in the boy's hyoid.
A puncture? Like he was stabbed?
Well, that's what I thought,
so I took a close look, and I found...
Cellulose?
Wood.
My best estimate is hardwood.
Maple, alder or ash.
I don't believe a stabbing would cause this kind of damage.
How else would a sharp piece of wood
come into contact with the hyoid?
Maybe a toothpick.
Combined with concomitant damage to the sternum,
I propose the following
A child swallows something-- perhaps a toothpick--
he chokes.
He stops breathing.
Someone tries to save him.
The damage to the sternum was from the Heimlich maneuver?
What about him being tied up like this?
Yeah, that mostly looks bad. There are cultures
where the binding of hands and feet
is part of the burial ritual.
Ancient Jews, some Asian cultures,
including the subcontinent.
Angie says the boy was Asian.
So we're not looking at a murder?
We're looking at negligence or maybe even an accident?
Logically, I'd say yes.
Korea.
Korea?
The boy was wrapped in a kind of polyester fabric
which is not legal in the United States.
It's flammable.
But it is very common in North Korea.
Mostly in outerwear.
That would explain the malnutrition.
North Korea is not famous for its cuisine.
North Koreans aren't allowed to leave their country.
A few lucky ones escape,
mainly to rejoin their families in South Korea.
There's something else.
The twine there that's binding the boy's hands and feet?
It's very heavy industrial embroidery thread.
Sleeping bags?
Yes. Also casket linings, moving blankets,
horse blankets.
So we're looking for an industrial sewing operation
with a Korean connection.
That's one sweatshop, an upholsterer,
and an awning manufacturer.
Okay, what's next?
Ipchun Industries.
Ipchun. I find this reassuring.
What?
Us. Sitting like this.
Going to check out a possible crime scene.
You refusing to wear your seat belt.
Hey, the going gets rough,
you know, I'm not wasting valuable time
looking to release a seat belt catch.
Man of action.
That's right.
Like a jungle cat.
No, you should say like a flea
when referring to lightning fast reflexes.
I'm not going to say I'm like a flea.
It's more accurate. Listen, Bones,
we got to talk about this.
The way my use of accurate similes makes you uncomfortable?
No. Are we going to put the old team back together again?
I dreamed about this.
You did?
Oh, oh, you mean you literally dreamt about it.
Right. So you're open to the idea?
It's an anthropological fact
that in any community of individuals,
there is a linchpin or keystone personality.
Uh, the leader, you mean?
Not usually.
Mostly it's just a member of the group
who otherwise might seem invisible
but when she leaves, the group disintegrates.
She?
Yes, I am obviously the linchpin personality
in our group.
But I left, too.
After I decided to leave.
No. You left after...
All right, the question is, are you back?
Well, I'd rather go back to Maluku,
but I feel, as the linchpin personality,
that I should put my own selfish desires
behind the good of this group.
Great, so you're staying?
Yes. Great. There you go.
All you have to do is get Hodgins and Angela onboard, all right?
Talk the Jeffersonian into giving us our lab back,
and then track down all your squinterns.
That's a long list of very difficult tasks.
Well, it's not easy being the linchpin, now is it?
Well, that's true.
Did you make a decision about the ring?
Daisy, when Dr. Brennan goes back to Maluku,
are you going with her?
Definitely not.
Really? I don't like snakes.
Or being away from... people.
Lance, please don't keep me hanging.
Are we together or not?
Well, we're not engaged.
So you're keeping the ring?
I'm keeping the ring.
Would you like to still be friends?
Yes. Well, that doesn't work for me.
I'm sorry, but I'm just not the same guy I was
when you left me holding my crushed heart in my hands.
I know. You wear hats now.
And a cute little beard.
So I guess this is good-bye then.
Well, you'll always be my Lancelot.
You'll always be the one that got away.
After I threw the one that got away back,
but perhaps the sequence of events isn't all that important.
It is to me.
Bye, Daisy.
Bye, Lance.
My parents immigrated from South Korea
at the end of the Korean War, but I'm an American citizen.
Do you employ anyone from North Korea?
Yes, an old friend of my father's
and his granddaughter escaped to South Korea,
so we sponsored them.
We cleared out a small apartment for them.
They work for you here?
Yes. The, uh...
the old man does minor carpentry and repairs,
and then the granddaughter is right there.
Does she have a child, um, around three years old?
Yes, she did, but she decided to send him
back to his father in South Korea.
I got to tell you,
I think she regrets that.
And both of them are really screwed up about it.
You know why I'm here.
I not speak very good English.
Oh, you're doing a really, really good job.
Uh, pleased to meet you, sir.
You understand, though, why I'm here?
Mr. Park says that you have, uh, a child.
Three years old? Oh.
Where is he?
Myung Dae. Is that your boy's name? Myung Dae?
I send Myung Dae back to Korea.
Booth?
Look, we know what happened.
Myung Dae choked on a wooden screw.
We know it was an accident.
That you tried to save him.
But he died.
You wrapped him up in a blanket
that you made from your jacket,
and you buried him with as much love as you could.
They were so afraid of the authorities
that they buried the child themselves?
Well, the States--
they seem like heaven to them.
I mean, they... they probably thought
they were going to be executed
or, even worse, sent back to North Korea.
What will happen to them?
Ah, you know, knowing Caroline,
she probably won't even charge them.
Caroline's a nice person.
Underneath the whole... you know, not nice thing.
I'm afraid I have to agree.
She got everybody back here to save my job.
Why do we only solve crimes when we have a dead body?
Seriously?
Because I'm a pathologist
and she's a forensic anthropologist.
Fresh dead, long-time dead.
I was thinking about Logan Bartlett.
The missing boy? Yeah.
I checked out the Missing Persons investigation
into the father, and...
the dad buys a car
three days after his son disappeared.
What kind of father does that?
Hey, Mrs. Bartlett,
you know that this is a long shot, right?
You told me to have hope.
This is me hoping.
If it's such a long shot, then why did we bring her?
This is the only park near where Trevor's brother lives.
Logan loved it.
Well, just don't get your hopes up too much, all right?
Oh, I believe she should get her hopes up.
Bones, why?
Mrs. Bartlett, please stay in the car.
That's Logan.
Trevor dyed his hair, but that's Logan.
Now, just have to trust me, okay?
Logan's not dead. I thought he was dead! Shh.
Oh, my God. The man is ignoring his child.
Why would he do that if he loves him so much?
Oh, he doesn't love him.
He kidnapped him to hurt his wife.
I find I would like to strike him.
Well, let's hope he runs, all right,
and I'll take him down like a flea.
All right, so when I get between Logan
and the dad, you make sure that you get
Mrs. Bartlett to the child, all right?
Logan, hi.
Hi. How are you?
Hi. I found someone.
Look. Hi.
I missed you.
Baby.
Oh, you want to stay?
Here, in D.C.?
I think it would be good
if we had the baby here in the States.
The baby.
Our baby.
It still sounds so weird.
We're going to have a baby.
We're going to stay in the States...
to have our baby.
Yeah, all that wine in France is now totally wasted on me.
chuckles) Tea, please.
Why did you suddenly get quiet?
Oh, because I am so happy.
Okay, so you don't mind, then?
Are you kidding?
This is the greatest news I have ever gotten.
No.
No, I mean about... about staying in the States.
Mind?
Angie, I only love Paris because you love Paris.
But catching bad guys--
that's what I'm made for.
You're not doing this for me?
You mean the way you went to Paris for me?
No, I'm... I'm doing it for the baby.
The baby.
We're going to have a baby.
I'm going to be a dad.
You know what else I've been realizing, too,
is that we are actually the glue
that holds the whole clattery operation together.
A baby.
I'm going to be a daddy.
Okay.
All right, we'll finish this conversation
when you have your brain back.
And I think that we should also...
I think we should just keep it between us
until past the first trimester.
Okay?
If you cry... Don't cry.
If you cry, then I'm going to start crying,
and then...
The whole Scooby gang's coming back.
That's right. We are back.
That's how it should be.
You got something magic,
you don't scatter it to the ends of the Earth,
you concentrate it in one place.
There isn't a single normal law enforcement officer
who could work with these people.
I'm the linchpin, okay? I'm the linchpin.
Booth.
What are you staring at?
It's you.
What's me?
You're the linchpin.
You managed to get us all back here,
and then you fixed it so we'd stay.
I have no idea what you're talking about, Dr. Brennan.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
I find I'd like to hug you.
Cam's back at the Jeffersonian.
Uh, why are you staring at Bones like that?
I prefer you don't leave us alone together.
Why? What'd you do?
Well, I think we should thank Dr. Brennan
for insisting that the Jeffersonian
re-form a forensic unit on the premises.
And we should recognize
that Booth's return to duty at the FBI
means that we can work with them again.
So, how come I'm not the linchpin here?
I'm the linchpin.
I would like to say thanks personally
to all of you for dropping everything you were doing...
Fighting wars.
Searching for the origins of humanity.
And totally failing.
Making beautiful music
for shoppers.
You are all my true friends.
And I won't forget it.
But let there be no mistake--
I am the boss, and I am in charge.
Oh!
That's really going to get in the way.
Totally not my problem.
Uh, I have an announcement to make.
Oh, yeah. Yes, yes, he does.
Um, we're... we're going to go home.
So... okay? No, let...
I'm going for drinks.
I'm with you.
Oh, can Sweets and I come?
I mean, not together; just at the same time
'cause we're not together anymore, right?
Right.
I won't sit next to you, I promise.
Did you see how happy Hodgins was to be back at work?
I am definitely doing the right thing.
Okay, I think there's a little more going on there, Bones.
Wow.
Okay.
That thing is really big.
It's a lot to work around.
Well, we've worked around bigger.
Metaphorically speaking.
Metaphorically.
Welcome home, Bones.
Thank you.
Mm-hmm. Welcome home, Booth.
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