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What do you know about the Cayman Islands? Great diving.

Lots of sea turtles. Why? Are you going?

My accountant wants me to set up a tax shelter there.

Tax shelter? Exactly how loaded are you?

That is an offensive way to phrase the question. But... quite loaded.

I'm getting a seven-figure advance for my next book.

Seven figures. Wow.

With-Without the decimal point?

The publishers make considerably more.

What's the first of those seven figures? Prime number.

What do you do with your money? I use it for food and rent.

Hey, what do we got here?

You Agent Booth? Special Agent Booth. How ya doing?

Sheriff Delpy. This here is my partner...

I can introduce myself. Dr. Temperance Brennan.

Somebody ran the car off the road?

Gravel makes it impossible to get any traceable tire marks.

The victim was doused with gasoline and then set on fire.

Farmer three miles away saw the smoke. Called it in.

Female. Probably in her early 20s.

Preauricular sulcus on the iliac.

She's given birth.

Ran off the side of the road, set on fire...

- Somebody wanted her dead. - That's why I need your help.

I only got six deputies covering 400 square miles.

I'm stretched thinner than plastic wrap.

Compound fractures to the right tibia and fibula.

Crushed manubrium. Massive skull trauma.

I'm not certain yet whether she died...

- in the accident or the fire. - Shh.

You hear that?

Everybody keep quiet. Stop working.

Do you hear that? Sounds like a cat.

It's a baby.

- Holy crap. - Get a ladder down here now!

All right, let's move!

There's not even a scratch on the boy.

It's a miracle. Well, hardly.

Car seats are specifically engineered to protect the child from...

From what? Flying out of the back of the car and landing in a tree?

Look at him. He looks a little fussy. Why don't you pick him up and give him a cuddle?

Just because I have breasts doesn't mean I have magical powers over infants.

- You're the one with the son. - All right, fine. I'll take him.

Here you go. You have fun with the diaper bag. You look good.

Come on, little man. Hi.

Why don't you say hi to your grumpy old Auntie Bones?

No, I'm not grumpy.

You know, the... the vinyl seat melted...

and fused to the body, so we need that brought back to the Jeffersonian.

And the driver's door for particulate evidence. Right.

Kid smells a little ripe.

Might want to take care of that.

Yeah.

Bones, I'm gonna have to change him. Just hold on to him.

Wh-Why... Here you go. Here you go.

Got him? Okay. All right, here you go.

We'll work together on this one.

Changing Diapers 101, Bones. Here we go, little big man.

Okay, watch your... Yeah. Here. We'll put you down right here.

Look at that. All right.

- Give me a diaper there, Bones. - All right. Here you go.

Thanks. Baby powder.

No. You know, Booth, I have better things to do with my time.

There's no powder.

No powder? Yeah. Hey.

Wait a minute.

- Where'd that come from? - 'Cause there's a rip in the lining of the bag.

Seems like someone was trying to hide it.

I'll get an evidence bag, and I'll ask E.M.T. if they have any baby powder.

Just watch him. Wait. Wait. Booth, there's a baby.

I don't feel comf...

Coochie-coo. Oh, no, no.

No need to fuss. Obviously something's upsetting you.

Children have toys. You must have some.

Let me see.

No. Elephants are not purple. This is wrong.

Hey, look at that. He flipped over.

Bones, that's because you gotta watch him. Geez. Okay. Whoa.

All right. Okay, look, little big man, if you're gonna be on my jacket,

we gotta get you out of that dirty diaper. Ooh.

Whoa. Okay, where's the key? I put it on your jacket.

Next to the baby? Yeah.

Are you crazy? Do you know that babies put everything in their mouth?

He could swallow the key. It's so dangerous.

All right. Look... Okay. Shh. Shh. Shh, shh, shh.

Oh, look. Okay, look. Key, Bones. Look for the key.

It's not here. Oh, no. He must have...

swallowed it. Swallowed it.

Okay. Here you go. Get used to him.

What do you mean? That key was evidence.

You know how the chain of custody works.

That kid stays with us until we get the key back.

- Oh! Ha. - Ooh.

Whoo-hoo. That's a stream.

I've never seen anything so gorgeous on this table before.

- Or so alive. - Why is Dr. Brennan the official custodian?

She's registered as a foster parent.

Russ asked her to do it after he began his prison term.

Russ wants to make sure his stepdaughters...

are taken care of if anything happens to Amy.

Prodigious saliva production.

Okay, now we can determine if the little guy really did swallow a key,

or if he has been falsely accused.

Well, unless he's already had a hip replacement,

sounds like there's a key in there.

He liked it. Do it again.

- What are you doing? - We were just...

We verified that the baby did indeed swallow the key.

Then you should x-ray him to get a clear view of it.

He's not a plaything. And you're supposed to be examining the victim.

We thought it would be bad form to examine the remains in front of the baby.

You know, creepy formative memory.

Then would you mind taking him for a little while so that we can work?

I'd love to.

Get used to it. I want, like, a million of these.

Cool.

What do you think she meant by "a million"? Two?

Agent Booth.

Yeah? Got a hit on your burned car.

It was registered to a dead guy.

Dead woman driving a dead man's car.

Plates expired five years ago.

Dead guy's family said they sold the car for scrap...

at a junkyard in Seneca Rocks, West Virginia.

Let me guess. Junkyard guy sells off the old heaps...

to people who want to get off the grid. He used to.

Operation got shut down two years ago. No one's seen him since.

Let me know if Forensics finds anything to help Bones I.D. the remains.

Is it true that Dr. Brennan's taking care of the baby?

- Because that's something I'd pay to see. - Good-bye, Charlie.

The victim exhibits enlarged hypertrophic lesions...

at multiple muscle attachments.

The result of strenuous activity, most likely occupational.

Ligamenta flava shows evidence of whiplash.

All the perimortem injuries are consistent with vehicular trauma.

She was dead prior to immolation.

Zack, grind some bones so Hodgins can perform an isotope analysis.

We might be able to figure out where she lived.

Junior made us a little present.

- The key. Finally. - Not yet. This is just the usual present.

But with one major difference.

I assume pink isn't a normal color for this type of thing.

- Does yours ever look pink? - No, but I'm not an infant.

Where's the baby? Asleep in your office.

I was gonna start the facial reconstruction, so...

- He's my charge. I'll sit with him. - Let me run some tests.

See what I can find. Actually...

One time when I was visiting my cousins we ate a lot of beets.

And the next day... Zack, really... too much sharing.

You know, you look very mom-like with that baby bottle.

I have responsibilities under state law as a foster parent.

I already bought him toys and clothes...

Oh, so you bought him some clothes.

Well, I sent an intern who apparently loves bears,

which in reality would devour a small child.

I tested the ground bone for strontium.

Strontium is an element found in most rocks.

Human beings absorb it through the consumption of local vegetation and water.

Over time, the isotope collects in the bones, meaning...

You can use it to figure out where someone's from.

That is right, people. I am a constant surprise.

I don't understand.

He's been fed. He's changed.

- I powdered him, and now he's just complaining. - He's acting like a real baby.

The victim was from northern West Virginia.

- Tucker County, to be precise. - Are you sure she's from Tucker County?

The crash was in Pendleton. Very sure.

Particulate matter collected from the salvage area of the car contained guano...

from a Corynorhinus townsendii virginianis.

So we know where to look.

Are you gonna get him?

- I figured you'd get him. - Don't you have a responsibility under state law?

- But you're the baby daddy. - Baby daddy?

- You have prior experience with preverbal infancy. - You can be the daddy mommy.

Okay, you two better get your act together, or I'm suing for custody.

This is my rendering of the victim.

There are numerous genetic similarities.

Cam's running D.N.A. tests to be sure,

but I'm comfortable with the assessment that this was the child's mother.

He misses his mother. He's sad.

We need to go to Tucker County.

Last coal mine closed about eight years ago. This place is a ghost town.

The local economy is devastated.

That could be why our victim was driving a junker.

She couldn't afford registration, insurance...

You know, I don't want to sound insensitive here, but I'm telling you, real estate...

It's gotta be a steal.

I mean, you could build yourself a beautiful house on the river.

I could come out and fish.

You could put in one of those media rooms.

I saw a 103-inch flat-screen TV the other day...

I don't need another residence, Booth.

Just, you know,

trying to give you a little financial advice, that's all.

He seems so peaceful.

He has no idea that he's all alone. Maybe that wasn't his mom.

Maybe there's a dad. No one filed a report, Booth. No one's worried about him.

Yeah, well, you are.

There's someone.

- You people are from the government? - Yes, sir. With the F.B.I.

Uh, training them young, I see.

If you could just help us... Right.

Just like the government helped us...

When the bridge washed out, when they closed the school.

Well, business and industry have left the area.

The local tax base is nonexistent.

The government can't be expected to provide services...

without the fiscal means to do so.

What's she saying? Are you from France or somewhere?

Economies live and die just like any organism.

When they expire, the logical thing to do is to move.

This land is part of me. I've lived here all my life.

My father before me. His father!

Paul, who are you hollering at now? They're from the government.

Oh, my God.

- You have no right! No right at all! - Hey, hey. Hey, hey, Hey.

Taking people's children away? You should be ashamed.

That girl does the best she can to provide for Andy.

Andy? Do you know this baby?

Yeah. Folks up the street...

Carol and Jimmy Grant... they take care of him when his mama works.

- Is that his mother? - Looks like her.

But you should check with the Grants.

What's going on?

Something happen?

Yeah, that's Meg.

Meg Taylor. We all went to high school together...

Me and Jimmy and Meg, and Meg's husband, Lou.

Back when we had a high school.

Meg's husband... he still live around here?

I, uh, haven't seen him lately.

Not that I'd want to. He's in and out of jail.

Does anything for a drink.

Left Meg before Andy was born.

I'm not sure he's even laid eyes on Andy more than twice.

Meg worked herself to the bone for this boy.

We couldn't have one of our own, so we were real happy to help Meg out.

Meg would have to pry her away from him at the end of the day.

- Where did she work? - Uh, Fallbrook Rubber. They recycle tires.

They turn 'em into ground coverings, you know, for playgrounds and such.

It's one of the only places left around here to work.

And how about the two of you?

You're both currently what? Unemployed? No, I...

I work part-time looking after some of the buildings they shut down.

Jimmy used to teach high school,

and I did some project management, mostly for construction.

But now, uh, we do what we can.

This town used to be something.

I mean, we were on the scenic route.

You know, people would come to visit. It wasn't all coal.

What'll happen to Andy? 'Cause we can watch him.

He's gonna have to stay with us for now.

Can you tell me where Meg lived?

It looks like everything's closed down around here.

Yeah. Probably lost all its customers.

With no bridge, the highway routes all the traffic away from the town.

Brennan. Got the scoop on the poop.

It was pharmaceutical dye used to color the Phenobarbital...

that showed up in his tox screen.

Andy had Phenobarbital in his system? Oh, his name's Andy?

Adorable. I had a dog named Andy. That came out wrong.

Why does he have Phenobarbital in his system?

It's often prescribed for seizures.

Perhaps the infant is epileptic.

Hey. Don't say that. Andy's gonna be just fine.

Well, he was still breast-feeding,

so there's a slight chance he ingested the drug that way,

but the depth of color makes it unlikely.

We're on our way to check out his mother's home.

I'll see if I can find the prescription bottle.

Okay. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

What? No, no, no, no. Look.

- Front door is open. You stay here. - But...

Bones, there is a baby involved. You hear gunfire, anything like that, drive away.

I'm not leaving you, Booth. Yes, you will,

because this is about the baby, not me.

Promise me.

I promise.

Ho! Easy.

Both hands to the ceiling. Nice and easy.

Right there. Whoa! Yeah!

Easy! God!

You know, I asked you very nicely.

We will find out what happened to your mother.

I promise.

You know, Booth is an excellent investigator.

And I don't like to boast, but I am the best in my field.

What do you want?

Uh, How...

How about some visual and auditory stimulation?

Okay, let's see. Um...

I told you, I'm Meg's husband. I live here.

If you live here, Lou, then why did you break the front lock?

I didn't do it. Somebody else broke in.

When I saw it, I thought I'd come in and check on Meg.

You live here, or you came by to check on Meg? Which one is it?

All right, now you got me all confused.

Yeah, I bet.

Look, Meg bails me out sometimes... if she can.

When I saw she wasn't here, I just figured I'd, you know, help myself.

How often do you steal from your wife? It's not stealing.

She likes to help me.

Yeah. Meg's dead. She was killed.

How? Well, you seem shocked.

Well, of course I am.

Where were you last night?

Last night?

I don't remember.

What do we have?

Phalanges!

Phalanges, phalanges, phalanges.

Dancing phalanges.

Dancing phalanges.

Yeah.

Booth thinks that bones are dry and boring, but...

Show me your phalanges.

Hey, Bones. Her husband.

Real genius. Doesn't even remember where he was last night.

We've got your son in here. His mother's dead.

- And now you're the only... - Oh, no, no, no.

See, I never wanted that kid.

She did it because she thought it would straighten me out.

But I told her I couldn't handle a kid because I'm a free spirit.

What you are is a drunk, Lou.

All right, Dispatch, I need a forensics team and a car...

for a burglary suspect and a possible murderer.

Whoa! I didn't kill her.

Why would I? I...

Who else would feed me?

I've determined an approximate size and shape for the key.

Did you reference it against currently registered key patents?

Yeah. The closest match is an old design...

used for safe-deposit boxes in banks.

I'm looking into banks near Huntsville that still use them.

Most safe-deposit keys are numerically coded.

Well, we couldn't get a clear enough picture...

without exposing Andy to too much radiation.

Okay.

How many exactly?

- Excuse me? - Kids. 'Cause a million seems a little impractical.

I don't know.

I kind of have a thing for chaos.

I guess I'll stop when the Feds need to airlift me in supplies.

You don't by chance live in a shoe do you?

- You don't want kids? - Mmm.

Screaming, crying, vomit... Other bodily fluids.

It's like a day around here.

Not worth giving up this body for that.

Mmm.

Whoa, whoa. Let's see what you got there.

Hey, Bones. Sweep's finished. It's all yours. Come on.

The Phenobarbital was prescribed to Andy...

at a clinic over 50 miles away.

Yeah. That's probably the closest medical care they've got.

It's an extremely harsh drug to give to a child.

It's quite sweet... These pictures.

She really loved him. Check this out.

Somebody had a doctor's appointment in D.C. yesterday.

Maybe that's where they were headed.

Okay. We'll need this prescription and Andy's medical records.

Okay. I'll have them sent to the Jeffersonian 'cause that's what we do.

Brennan.

I've made some discoveries regarding our victim. Is this a good time?

- No, no, no, no, no, no. - Okay.

Zack?

Hello?

Dr. Addy.

- Uh, it's Dr. Brennan. - Oh, is this a better time?

- No, no, no. - Then why'd you call back?

- I wasn't speaking with you, Zack. - I believe you are.

I was saying no to Andy. He was grabbing my necklace.

Here you go. You were saying?

Our victim had healed compression fractures...

in her L1 and L2 vertebrae.

- From a traumatic injury? - No. Malnourishment.

She also has some minor deformities,

including a slight bowing of the legs...

and bony outgrowths at a number of muscle attachments.

Do you know if Cam found any painkillers in Andy's tox screen?

No. Just the Phenobarbital.

First the key, now jewelry. What's next?

- You gonna let him play with a bowling ball? - I'm watching him.

Meg had a number of bone conditions that would've caused chronic pain,

but she wasn't taking any pain medication.

Here. Probably because she didn't want it affecting her...

You know, her... supply.

You mean her breast milk?

You know, you can say the word "breast," Booth. Yeah, I know, Bones.

Well, didn't Rebecca breast-feed Parker?

All right, you know...

I am not discussing that with you.

Would "teat" make you feel more comfortable?

- I'm not talking teats with you! - Why not?

Enough!

So our victim wasn't taking any painkillers? No.

But her occupational markers in her lateral epicondyle and lower discs...

suggest that her job requires manual labor.

Her pain might have been excruciating.

Probably had no choice. I mean, jobs around here are pretty scarce.

All right. What do you say we go talk to her boss?

Wait. Were you breast-fed? I was.

Yesterday was her day off.

When she was late today, I just...

God! I mean, who did it? What happened?

We're not sure yet, Mr. Barnett.

How long have you been the manager of this plant? Three years now.

It's the only real business left around here.

Since Meg's job involved a lot of physical labor,

were you aware of her spinal condition? The pain, you mean?

Yeah, I saw. I offered to put her on disability.

She said she and the baby couldn't get by on that.

She was tougher than half the guys here.

Poor little bug.

I got five kids myself. I can't imagine.

Any reason to think Meg was in trouble?

No, I was her boss. She didn't confide in me.

How about that husband of hers?

He was trash on a cracker if I've ever seen it.

Yeah, they weren't even living together anymore.

Doesn't mean he ain't jealous. Maybe someone told him about Shepard.

- Who's Shepard? - Dave Shepard.

Some accountant from corporate headquarters in D.C.

He was here for a week. Left a few days ago.

Yeah. He was here to cut costs. We've all heard that before.

Good-bye, jobs. Was there anything between Meg and Shepard?

The guy was kind of slimy.

You know, offering to buy her sodas, asking about her kid,

all the time looking at her... You know.

Breasts?

Meg return the attention?

He was from the city. Had money.

After her deadbeat of a husband, you can't fault her...

for wanting a good meal.

The only guy Meg really cared about is right there.

She would've done anything for this kid.

Just do a check on all the employees.

And also give me the contact information...

from this Dave Shepard out of the D.C. area.

I'm telling you, Lou Taylor didn't do it. He was in jail.

They picked him up passed out in another county.

Booth? Hold on.

Yeah, well, you know what? If Lou didn't toss the place, then somebody else did.

All right? So just keep checking for prints.

I'm telling you, somebody else is looking for that key.

Booth? Yeah?

Andy's making that face again.

I'm serious, Bones. Next time, you're changing the diaper.

All right. There are a series of numbers on it.

These keys were coded to indicate the specific bank.

So read me your numbers. Thirty-six, 09,

- 20, 14. - Okay. It's searching.

Got it.

It's from Green Hills Bank in Petersburg, West Virginia.

- I'll send the directions to your phone. - Thanks, Angela.

No problem. How's my little bruiser?

Well, he looks pleased that a piece of metal...

is no longer passing through his intestinal tract. Yeah, no more metal.

No more metal. His legs are bowed.

All babies' legs are bowed. No. Not like this.

How could I have missed that?

Tell Zack to run a "P" ratio test on the victim's teeth.

He'll know what I mean. Sure thing.

Take care of him, sweetie. I will.

I've got the bank's address. It's in Petersburg, one town from Huntsville.

Great. I'll request a warrant.

That'll give us time to go to Family Services in Parsons, get you...

What? No. Not yet. Bones, I know this is difficult, but we both agreed...

that we keep Andy to get the key.

Now that we have the key... You can't leave him...

with Family Services in the middle of nowhere.

Cam still needs to review his medical records.

Well, I mean, Bones, there are doctors there.

You have no idea what that place will be like, Booth.

Med students, underfunded, understaffed...

- Bones... - His mother is dead, and his father is a felon.

I've been in his situation, Booth.

I'm not turning him over until I'm satisfied that he is somewhere safe...

where he'll get the care he deserves.

Fine. He can stay with us. For now.

Thank you.

Okay. I'll go lock the back up.

Okay.

Just let me know if there's anything else you need.

Do you like elephants? Huh?

The bank manager said Meg was a new client.

Only got this box a few days ago.

Ooh. Uh-oh.

Uh-oh is right.

Oh, Andy.

What kind of trouble was Mama in?

There's a sticky residue lining the trigger, and...

I see fragments of a foreign object inside the barrel.

We need to take this back to the Jeffersonian.

Well, Meg Taylor didn't own a firearm, at least not legally.

We need to find out where Mommy got the gun, don't we?

Hey. Someone filed off the serial numbers.

You think I didn't know that before I handed it to you?

I mean, I am F.B.I., not just some guy who changes your stinky diapers.

It's been fired recently. I'm finding gunpowder residue.

Gunpowder's not gonna get me the owner's name.

I need fingerprints, D.N.A.

Do you think there are any public pools around here?

It's a pretty depressing job, you know, keeping an eye on the ruins,

but I try to think positive,

like I'm keeping 'em safe till they open up again.

Uh, chemicals are down here.

Thanks. Yeah. Whoa.

Can I hold him? Just for a bit?

Okay. Just for a little bit.

All right, Andy?

Hey. Did you know of any medical conditions...

that Andy was being treated for?

Meg never liked to share her problems. She was pretty independent.

But I mean, Andy's always seemed just fine.

- Is he sick? - We're just checking.

- Must've been a pretty nice pool. - Yeah. Uh...

Coached the high school team once back when I was teaching.

Perfect. Muriatic acid.

Bones, what are you doing?

Hey, I get it. Someone filed the numbers off, didn't they?

How did you know that?

Well, she's using the acid to react to the metal.

It restores the original etchings.

I taught science.

- Really? - You must've been a good teacher.

- I got the numbers. - Mr. Delancy...

You worked for Fallbrook Rubber before you came to D.C.

Yeah. I got laid off a couple of months ago.

Surprised that place is still in business.

So you knew Meg Taylor? Sure. Yeah.

Can't picture her with a gun though.

She was sweet as they come.

The gun was registered to you.

But I haven't seen it in a couple of years.

I pawned it when things first started getting tight.

It's illegal for pawn shops to buy guns.

Lle.

People do whatever it takes to stay afloat.

It says here in your file that you assaulted the plant manager when he laid you off.

- Also took a swing at Dave Shepard? - That's right, yeah.

Look, that "sumbitch" drives up from D.C. every few months.

And when he leaves, five more of us are out on our asses.

Sure I took a swing at him. I'd do it again, too, if I ever saw him.

Where's the pawn shop?

Corner of Elm and Wilson.

Went out of business though.

Too many people selling.

Not enough people buying.

This gun's covered in a fine dust of particulate matter.

It's gonna take a while to I.D.

The fragments inside the gun's barrel are bone. Really?

To get blowback like that, somebody would have to have been shot point-blank.

In the head. Brain tissue on the fragments means they're from a frontal bone.

Wow. Think maybe our victim shot somebody?

If she did, then why would she put the gun in the safe-deposit box?

It's not logical. Yeah, you're right.

Well, we'll soon know for sure.

- What do you mean? - I identified the residue that's on the gun's trigger.

It's burned skin. Finger must've gotten caught and burned when the shooter fired the gun.

Cam should be able to get some D.N.A.

Hey, Bones. The pawn shop... it closed last year. No one has seen the owner.

I mean, this gun... that could've been floating around for months.

♪♪ Hey, little man!

- Yeah, Bones, what's with the Muzak? - I'm on hold.

There's an anthropologically proven link between poverty and violence.

- More people competing for scarcer resources. - Well, that's great, Bones.

The bottom line is, we're not gonna know if the gun owner is telling the truth.

Dr. Brennan? Uh...

- Yes, I'm still here. - Oh, hey. Hey.

Well, then tell the congressman I'd appreciate a call back. Thank you.

Congressman? Oh, what is Bones up to, huh?

Well, I'm just putting in a few calls.

I've contributed a great deal of money to numerous campaigns.

- These politicians owe me. - Bones, that's not how it's supposed to work.

That is exactly how it does work, Booth.

If the government fixed that bridge leading into Huntsville,

they'd be back on the scenic route.

Okay, what about the lack of fiscal resources that you were talking about?

They found millions to build a bridge to nowhere in Alaska.

- Do you need to burp? - No.

- I was talking to Andy. - I know you were talking about Andy.

My man Andy. So what's up with the little guy here?

How is his condition? Any news?

Cam's still looking at his records, consulting with some pediatricians.

Yeah, he's gonna be just fine, isn't he? He's a tiger.

Tiger, tiger, tiger, tiger.

Tiger, tiger, tiger, tiger. Tiger, tiger, tiger, tiger.

Verbal development would be heightened if you didn't talk to him like a fool.

And what were you just doing just then? What?

- I wasn't doing anything. - You were going...

What are you even talking about? I never did that.

"Cute little baby." That's what you sounded like. Hey. Hello.

I have some info about the skin Hodgins found on the gun's trigger.

- Yeah? - It was male.

Not Meg Taylor.

So Meg was either an accomplice...

Or she witnessed the murder, got her hands on the gun then hid it.

Whoa.

Excuse me. Booth.

- Yeah. Huntsville? - Yeah!

Bones, we just found our missing accountant.

He used his credit card to check into a motel near Huntsville.

Great. Thanks. Local police are picking him up now.

Right here.

You're kidding me, right?

- This is not Dave Shepard. You're not Dave Shepard. - Tell me something I don't know.

- How did you end up with his credit card? - It was inside that bag.

I found it in a trash heap near the old coal mine.

I thought my luck had changed.

- Was there blood on this bag when you found it? - I guess.

Hey, can I have the sweaters? They're really soft.

I'll take the bag, everything in it, back to D.C. Cut this guy loose.

Cut me loose? Yeah.

I don't mind staying here. You know, a couple of nights maybe.

What do you say? Couple of nights.

So this Dave Shepard guy is an accountant?

That's usually not a profession I associate with killers.

Booth thinks that our victim may have seen Dave Shepard shoot someone.

Since he's been missing since her death, he could've killed her too.

Yeah, well, tell Booth I just found the guy.

Or parts of his skull anyway.

I ran the D.N.A. from the blood on the duffel bag,

and the frontal bone fragments from the gun through CODIS.

- Both his. - So Shepard isn't our killer. He's another victim.

He was shot in the head by a male, with the gun Meg Taylor was trying to hide.

- Hey, you wanted me? - Yeah.

There was a flash drive in Dave Shepard's duffel bag.

- It's crushed. - That's where you come in.

We need to know if Dave Shepard found something that could've gotten him killed.

Okay. I'll get right on it.

Did you call your pediatrician friend?

He's on his way. And you know he's good, right?

Because we have to be certain. Dr. Brennan, he's the chief of Pediatrics...

at Children's National Medical Center.

He's the best.

Hi, beautiful. You coming to visit?

Yeah. I need some cotton swabs and some bleach.

I'm cleaning dried blood off that flash drive.

You do want kids, don't you?

What?

Kids. Small humans.

I'll admit, I only ever planned on one or two, but...

If you want a million, I want a million.

Really? Absolutely. I don't care if you're mushy and shapeless.

Puffy from constant hormonal fluctuations.

I'll still find you sexy. Well, I'm not gonna look like I'm...

It's okay. When you get wider, there'll be more of you to love.

I think we should start right now. Why wait until we get married?

There's no telling how long it's gonna take you to get your divorce.

Hodgins...

Your computer is... It's beeping.

Oh.

That's interesting. What is it?

Particulates from the gun.

The dust was composed of silica, sulfur compounds and synthetic rubbers.

Sounds like tires.

The gun was used at the tire recycling plant.

I'm not gonna get wider.

Thanks.

- What exactly are you looking for? - We're not sure yet.

Anything that'll help us figure out what happened to Dave Shepard and Meg Taylor.

Okay, people, back to work!

You let them do their job, they'll let us do ours.

Where you going? Bones!

Hey, pal. Here. Hold on to this.

Bones, where are you going? Hey!

Booth, look at this.

Turn off the machine.

If I were a dead body and I needed to disappear...

This would be a pretty thorough way to do it.

Hey, pal, how often do you ship out a load of this mulch?

We collect a week's worth at a time, but we bag it up every couple hours.

Dave disappeared four days ago. He could still be here.

It's this lot right here.

Hey, Bones? Yeah?

This lot was collected right after Dave's disappearance.

Everything's washed, sanitized and ready to be shipped.

- That means that all the evidence has been washed away. - Not necessarily.

Scoop up some of the mulch.

Put it in this water.

- Next bag. - Aw, Bones, what exactly are we doing here?

I'll explain in a minute.

Try the next bag. Next bag.

Next bag.

The rubber pieces float. You see?

But bone...

Sinks.

We just found Dave.

Tell the manager to shut this plant down now.

- Brennan. - Brennan, it's me. Turn on your video stream.

- Is Andy all right? - The pediatrician is examining him right now.

The baby is fine.

Take a look at this.

I recovered most of the memory from that flash drive.

Dave Shepard's internal audit showed a completely different set of numbers...

than those reported to corporate headquarters.

Somebody was doctoring the profit reports.

Siphoning money into a private account.

Dave figured it out while he was in Huntsville. That's what got him killed.

And if Meg knew about it, then the killer would want her dead too. Come on.

- Hey, where's Barnett? - Chip left.

- Where'd he go? - He said he had an emergency at home.

Oh, damn!

Come on!

Chip Barnett, you're under arrest for eluding a federal agent.

I'm sure we'll be throwing in a few murder charges as well.

You know your rights, yeah? Yeah.

It's only a matter of time before they close the plant.

You embezzled from the company. A man does what he has to for his family.

So that justifies killing two innocent people?

Shepard was gonna turn me in. So you shot him.

Meg witnessed it, got a hold of the gun. She wanted money to keep quiet.

Take her kid to some doctor in D.C.

So you knew where she was headed. You followed her out of town...

so you could kill her with no one around.

I didn't want to kill her.

I went to her trailer. I looked for the gun first.

But you do what you have to... There was a baby in that car.

You son of a bitch!

Hi. Hey.

One of the techs found this in Meg's trailer.

- What is it? - A letter that Meg wrote to her friend, Carol Grant.

Hey. Andy has a genetic condition.

- What is it? - Vitamin "D" -resistant rickets. Meg had a mild form.

Very few symptoms. She probably didn't even know she had it.

But males are prone to more severe cases than females,

so Andy would've exhibited more extreme symptomatology.

Including the seizures.

The clinic probably prescribed him the Phenobarbital without searching for underlying causes.

Well, is Andy gonna be all right?

Absolutely. Very treatable.

My friend can treat him as an outpatient.

- Andy's gonna be fine. - Thanks, Cam.

- Really. - Mmm. Don't mention it.

Yeah! You're gonna be fine.

Looks like our little guy's gonna be just fine.

The little guy.

Andy.

Andy's gonna be just fine.

You should read this.

"Dear Carol.

"If anything happens to me, take care of my Andy.

"I know you don't have much...

"none of us do... But you have love,

and I know Andy would be lucky to be part of your family."

You know, I'm gonna miss that little guy.

And so are you, so don't deny it.

I'm not ashamed to say that I've developed a certain... affection for Andy.

It's a natural by-product of caregiving.

Yeah. So...

What do you think? Huh? Change your mind about having kids?

- Booth. - Okay. All right.

You got some time.

Not that much time.

Booth! Hey!

Oh! Now look what you did.

What I did? You're the one who hit me.

Oh, what is all this stuff? What...

It's information Carol gave me from a structural engineer.

Ah. So you took my financial advice, didn't you? Hmm?

You're gonna build that home.

No. The congressman couldn't help,

so I'm rebuilding the bridge into Huntsville.

I've hired Carol Grant as the project manager. Wow.

That is gonna cost a fortune. To you it's a fortune.

But with my advance and selling the movie rights...

Yeah, I get it.

You know, I thought you said that towns lived and died like organisms,

that sometimes we should just let them go.

And sometimes all it takes is one thing, like a bridge, for a town to start recovering.

Back on the scenic route, the gas stations could reopen, restaurants...

Maybe a bed-and-breakfast for people who wanted to stay in the area.

Wow.

Listen to you. Good for you.

You know, it's, um...

It's a shame. What?

No kids. Who's gonna be proud of you?

I don't do it for that. Yeah, okay. I know. I know.

You know, with next year's book, you should, uh...

You should get that second home in the town you saved.

I mean, it only makes sense, right?

Because every year, the plasmas... They go down.

They get cheaper and cheaper. It happens all the time.

Forget it. What?

I'm just saying Andy's gonna miss his Auntie Bones. Gonna want to see you.

We could all go fishing. Come back home.

Plop ourselves in front of that big 103-inch plasma screen...

of heaven... and football.

And you can make the five-layer dip! Seven-layer dip.

Even better. Seven layers. Perfect.

You can talk to Andy. "Hello, Andy.

Little man. Little baby, baby Andy"...

What's that mean?