Lois gave Kim a hug as they got off the train. Kim steeled herself so as not to do a double take. Clark just shook her hand. "It was fun talking to you Kim."

Kim nodded, "You two as well. Made the trip feel positively short."

Clark and Lois Kent walked off one way while Kim went the other.

After a moment Kim looked back, but couldn't find the married couple. She shook her head, "I had to be tripping... Next thing you know I'll be talking to Seven of Nine and Kathryn Janeway." she shook her head again, "Must have been the Josh Groban."

Seven of Nine, also known as Annika Hansen frowned over at her Captain. "Do you believe that she spotted us Captain?"

Kathryn stared at Kim's back for a second, before looking back at her Astrometrics and Jack of All trades officer. She shook her head. "I think she's just had a long day Seven."

"Indeed."

Temperance looked up as Janet and the Lt. Colonel that she had met at the original site came into the lab. "Took long enough. Just for a printer. Did you assemble it as well."

Sam raised an eyebrow, "Do I need the cord, or do you have IrDA?"

Temperance shook her head, "No cord needed. I live in the twenty first century. This is the list of missing persons, you wouldn't happen to have a list of the personnel on the base." Sam shook her head. "I didn't really think so. None the less, I sent what I could to my people in Washington, at the Jeffersonian Institute. They'll see what they can find. The chest area still disturbs me. Other than that, the bones are pretty much intact, other than some old breakage in one of the legs."

Sam tilted her head to one side, "Which one?"

"The left." Sam nodded, and Temperance bit, "Does that mean something to you?"

"What? No. I just wondered. I'm a scientist as well. Astrophysicist, knowledge is power right?"

Temperance nodded and watched the two women go out the door.

Sam waited in the secret room behind the lab. Janet entered quietly and the two women looked at each other. "You think it's you?"

Janet looked through the one way glass into the lab, "Yes, I think that it is Janet Clone."

Sam sat and stared at Temperance walking around the lab. "Damnit. Will she figure out what caused the lower abominable injury?"

Janet turned towards Sam. "How do you know where it was?"

Sam's face froze, "You're kidding me right?" Janet started to speak, but Sam put a hand up, "I... the injury is imprinted on my rods and cones Janet."

Janet looked back out the window, "Maybe we'll get lucky."

Sam shook her head, "We never get lucky here. We get put through the ringer here."

Kim rang the door bell. After a moment a young woman opened the door. "Can I help you?"

Kim nodded, "I'm looking for a... Samantha Carter."

"Why?"

Kim didn't miss a beat. "I have information that she may have met with someone I'm looking for, a Kerry Weaver."

The young woman nodded, "Yeah, c'mon in. Have a seat. I was just studying."

"You're in college?"

The woman smiled, "Air Force Academy actually. It's kind of flipping me out a bit actually. I'll be a Lieutenant in the Air Force in..." she shook her head. "But, that's not why you're here, and I need to get back soon. Doc Weaver, she came, she left."

"To the point. I like. Did she talk to your mother?"

The woman shook her head, "Yes and no, I'm Cassie by the way. Yes, she talked to my mother, and Sam... but Sam's not my mother." Cassie paused, "You get all of that all right?"

Kim nodded, "Do you know what the three of them talked about?"

Cassie shook her head, "Nope, wasn't here. Most likely I was sweating somewhere, maybe also in some sort of pain."

Kim frowned, "Do you know where either of them are right now?"

This made Cassie pause, "I do... but..." she paused again, this time much longer. After what seemed like an eternity she spoke again. "Give me a second okay?"

Kim nodded and Cassie went into the back of the house. Kim took a stroll around the living room. The picture that seemed to be in central one in the room was sitting on shelf off to the side. It was of six smiling people. Cassie was much younger, twelve or so probably. She was standing on the ground. Right behind Cassie, on her knees with her arms draped around the young girl was a blonde with a large smile and short hair. Behind her and to one side on one knee was a brunette woman with her arm over the blonde's shoulders. The rest of the photo was Chaos. There was a brown-grey haired man half standing, half lunging at a brown haired man who wore glasses. In the middle, holding the first man back from the bespectacled one was a very large, muscular and downright scary looking dark man with a with a wool hat on, and a very serious look on his face.

Cassie had come up behind Kim. "That's my family. Sam, Mom, Uncle Jack, Uncle Danny, and...Teal'c..."

"That's an interesting name."

Cassie smiled, "Teal'c's a unique kinda guy. So, you still want to see my... Sam and Mom... I can drop you off."

Kim turned, "If you don't mind, are they all Air Force, in the picture I mean."

Cassie nodded, "Everybody but Uncle Danny, he's a squint..." she smiled, "But we don't hold that against him."

Matt popped up right next to Mallory's desk. "You have a visitor. It's the cute sister."

Mallory raised an eyebrow, "Your cute sister?"

"Ha..." Matt sat down across from Mallory at his desk. "Keep your day job. She's on your six."

Mallory stood and turned, "Ms. Kingsley, can I help you?"

Gwen handed a piece of paper to Mallory. "This..." she paused, "...I found this last night."

Mallory took it and blinked, "Holy shit. Who else touched this?" Gwen looked around the room, "Gwen..."

Gwen finally met Mallory's eyes, "Carlos Lopez... he found it in his jacket. He thinks that Henry probably slipped it into his pocket when they were out. Other than that, just me."

Mallory looked down at her hand as Matt came over to them with an evidence bag. "Is this Carlos Lopez a firefighter, had an older sister?" Gwen nodded, "Okay. Still, we're going to need statements from both of you."

Gwen nodded, "I can call him. He's on duty, that's why he didn't come...nuh...nothing sinister or anything, you know why I..."

Mallory nodded as Matt led her away so she could give a statement and call Carlos.

She took a deep breath, she'd known Sandy...she took another breath, she'd gone out with Sandy.

She looked down at the baggie. This note, it wasn't good, it wasn't good at all. She set about entering it into the justice system.

Sam and Janet were back out in the lab. Temperance was doing her thing. "Middle forties. For the most part in good health at the time of her...death. Thought it looked like she had some form of Osteoporosis. But not quite, I'd never seen it quite like this. So I took a slice of bone. I know bones, it's my job, it's my passion, it's my life... as sad as that may be. This is, not, bone." Temperance moved to one side and let Janet then Sam take a look at the sample up close.

Sam straightened up, "Who have you told?"

Temperance raised an eyebrow, "Told what, that what we have here is some sort of unidentified humanoid form that looks much like a human should, but isn't made out of the right stuff. I may not be up on popular culture, or the brightest when it comes to things other than the sciences and book learning, but I'm not so stupid that I would go around blabbing this."

"Colonel Carter to the nearest courtesy phone. Colonel Carter to the nearest courtesy phone."

Temperance stood there stunned, she turned to Janet, "Okay, did I just have a mini stroke, or did that sound very similar, eerily similar to a mall?"

Janet smiled and shrugged, "Walter has an interesting sense of humor. So... are you sure of your findings?"

"Yes, I'm also assuredly sure that you already know who this is."

Booth swooped in, "Now Bones, if she had known, she would have told us. C'mon. This is the Air Force, not the Navy, or Marines, or Army. What kinds of secrets could the Air Force have. You aviators don't even have proper dress uniforms."

"You'd be surprised Agent Booth. We have a problem, and..." she almost comically grit her teeth for a second before she regained her composure. "...we need your help. One of our... people, a Mr. Siler... has gone, missing. He's in San Francisco. But we can't send a team. Agent Booth, I need your help to go find him."

Temperance nodded and Booth stared at Sam, "Why do I get the feeling that you already know the answer to this question?"

"Agent."

"Colonel."

Temperance got in between them and diffused the glare war. "Booth... I'm done here."

Booth looked between Sam and Temperance, "Okay, let's go then."

Temperance started to pick up her computer and accessories, but Sam put a hand on hers. "You can't do that."

"Colonel with respect. Unless you have another.. whatever... that did that to our victim here. One we can take with us, then I need my data."

Sam paused for a moment then nodded. Booth and Temperance were halfway to the door when Sam spoke again. "Try not to kill him okay?"

Booth shot Sam a look, but Temperance met Sam's eyes and nodded.

Kim got out of the car and took step back as Cassie roared out of sight. She turned and was met by a very barrel chested man. She took a step back and realized it wasn't just a man, it was a Butterbar Marine. "You cannot enter."

"I just..."

"No."

Kim gave a hurf and crossed her arms over her chest. "You going to kick me out of the area as well Lieutenant?"

"No Ma'am."

"Blondie?"

Kim looked up to see Temperance and a very FBI looking man coming out of the base. "Doctor Brennan?"

On her way past Temperance caught Kim's arm and pulled her along. "You're coming with us."

Kim stumbled for a second before she successfully matched Temperance's pace. "Where?"

"San Francisco."

Kim snorted a laugh, which got Booth to turn around. "You're kidding me."

Temperance frowned and shook her head, "I don't kid." All three go into the car. Booth driving, Temperance in the shotgun seat, and Kim in the back. "Why is San Francisco so funny?"

"It's where I've lived for the past five years."

Carlos was over in a flash when Marty called him, and Gwen was with him, which thankfully Marty or Chuck didn't ask any questions about. "What's wrong? What happened?"

Chuck was the one who spoke, "He wouldn't come out to eat. Not worrying at that point, but he's been in his room for...a while now. We thought maybe you would be better to talk to him than either of us. I think, we think, that the whole, situation may be hitting him for real, full blown bore on. The fact that there's only a small chance that his mother will be coming back. Not to mention that...I'm sorry, they're your parents. But they should be here, not us."

Carlos took all that in and nodded, "Right. I..." he nodded, but then shook his head and went back towards Henry's room. He knocked on the door then entered. "Hey bud. How you doing?"

Henry didn't look up, just held a cat, or what Carlos assumed was a cat that he didn't recognize to his chest. "Hey, who's that. What happened to Leo the Lion?"

Henry pointed on the other side of the room. The Lion sat had obviously been thrown over there, and landed, if it had been a real lion, very awkwardly. Carlos walked over to the bed and sat down on the end. Not too close, but not too far away. "So, 'sup today?"

Henry shook his head and wiped at his eyes. "Tired."

Carlos reclined on the bed, "You're not kidding kiddo. Me too, wanna know what I did all night last night?"

Henry paused, but then nodded. "It started off pretty normal enough. Bad dinner, you know how Eddie makes Mac and Cheese sometimes, when it's just us boys?" Henry's eyes got a little spark in them and Carlos smiled, "Yeah, you know what I mean, very very bad Mac and Cheese. Not a great way to start the night, but what can ya do. Anyway, we got a call last night. There was this little boy, a bit older than you. He had been playing at the park, but his mom had looked away from a moment and the boy had disappeared. No one could find him. You'll never guess where we found him..."

Henry frowned, "You?"

Carlos nodded and scooted closer to Henry on the bed. "Yep...are you going to guess?" Henry shook his head from side to side defiantly, "Okay, but if you give me a guess, then I'll tell you what happened..."

"A Lion."

Carlos smiled, "Good guess, but nope, I had to go up into the big tree in the middle of the park. Do you know the one I'm talking about."

"Really tall, picnic tree."

Carlos nodded, "You and your Mama have lunch under there sometimes don't you." Henry nodded, "Well, this little dude, climbed up so far into the tree that he couldn't get out. He was very scared, didn't know if he was ever going to get down. But we found him and helped him down."

Henry scooted over with his new, old looking cat and leaned against Carlos. Carlos took a breath, "Are you scared that you won't see Mama again?"

"Is Mama like Mama Sandy?"

Carlos practically cut Henry off before the child could finish his sentence. "No, no, they are going to find your Mama. She's going to hug and kiss you. Then you can wag a finger at her, I promise."

"No promise, promise bad."

Carlos closed his eyes and gave a chuckle, "You're just a forty year old man in a kid's body huh Henry?"

"Mama says too. I want Mama."

Both guys lapsed into silence for a bit, finally Carlos asked the question he'd been wondering since he entered the room. "Who's the bear?"

Henry handed the cat to Carlos for his inspection, "Ciaran."

"I like the name." He gave back the cat to Henry, "C'mon, Marty and Chuck are worried about you..."

"They're nice."

Carlos picked Henry up from the bed with an oof and nodded, "Yep, they are very nice indeed."

Matt slammed his fist down on the interrogation table, "Where is she?"

The man across from him, an Irish looking bloke with an overbite shrugged, "Don't know who ya talking about kid. Again."

Matt massaged his wrist for a second before he sat down. "We have the note, with your fingerprints all over it, it's not a nice note, so, where's the body. At least give the family a body."

The man shrugged, "I would if I could detective, but I can't, and I'm pretty sure that I never will."

Matt swallowed a few times before he stood and exited the room. He met Mallory's eyes, "I don't think he knows where she is."

Mallory nodded, "You give up too easily Rookie. He has to know something."

"You say that..."

"He has to know something Rookie. Stay here."

Mallory went into the interrogation room, "Uh oh."

Kim sat across from Booth and Temperance. "So, it's a guy, Siler. Why can't they go him, or even better tell the San Francisco PD about him?"

Booth gave a bit of a hurf, "Didn't get the chance to ask any questions." He did not look happy about that.

Temperance spoke up, "He's a blonde, an engineer, and about your height Agent Booth."

Booth looked over at Temperance who looked back. Kim looked from one to the other and shook her head. She spoke to Temperance though. "Do you know where he might be?"

Temperance shook her head, "Not at the moment. Angela made a tracking program. He gets entered into a database, we will have where he is."

Kim nodded, "Any idea what he wants. Why they're so worried?"

Booth spoke, "To me, it sounded like he was going West to wreak some havoc. I'd keep an eye on the banks, diamond stores, that sort of thing. Now, Bones, you going to tell me about that last little conversation with Colonel Carter?"

"No."

Booth managed not to look too pissed off, "I didn't think so, wouldn't want something as blind as trust to get in the middle of our working relationship."

He stood and walked towards the nearest airport store. Kim shook her head, "He's a bit high strung."

Temperance looked up from the computer screen. "He doesn't like not being in control. You seem to be taking this all in stride."

Kim sat back in her chair. "Over the last few days I've honed the skill of going with the flow. Have it down to a science actually. You?"

Temperance paused, "I work with the bones. I don't worry about anything else."

Kim uncrossed her arms, "That's a lie...luckily for you, I'm not feeling much like a Psychiatrist these days."

Temperance closed her laptop with a click, "You don't believe me?"

Kim nodded, "Everyone feels something when they see a dead body, a horrible injury, or someone dying, whatever. What differs is how much we let it get to us. How fast we move past it."

Temperance stared at Kim for a moment, "You're about as good at turning off your skill, your profession as I am."

Kim tilted her head one way, then the other, "We should work on that."

"We should."

Temperance stared at Kim for another second before she laughed. Booth sat back down with food and a mind numbing magazine. "You give her drugs Doc?" Bones' is laughing, that never happens."

"New things happen every day Agent Booth."

Kim looked between the two and felt her phone vibrate. She took it out and winced at the name on the front. She answered the call. "Hello."

"Where are you young lady?"

Kim took a deep breath, "Hey Mom. I'm at an airport, 'bout to go back to San Francisco."

There was silence from the other end of the phone, "Really."

"I'm sorry, I was coming back to Chicago, I was, but then I met a lawyer on the Empire State Building. Saw Jordan in Boston, and then got information from a nice Forensic Anthropologist that lead me to Colorado. If...if nothing else. I'll get my affairs in order out there, and be back as soon as I can."

Marty sounded a bit peeved, "That would be good, there are people here...Henry is really hurting, we're worried about you, and you won't be able to find her any better than the FBI or the Chicago Police Department will." Kim was silent, "Just come home safe, okay Kim?"

Kim switched the phone to her other ear, "I will. I love you Mom, and Dad too."

"We love you too sweetie."

As Kim hung up her phone she realized that both Booth and Temperance were starring at her, "What?"

Booth shook his head, "Nothing Doc. I think they called our plane."

Mallory sat at the table in the interrogation room, alone. She was concentrating on her breathing as Matt came in and sat down across from her. "That doesn't mean we won't find her...Kerry. And we got him on Sylvia, found the weapon and clothes in his apartment. Maybe he's telling the truth."

"You know, I met her once. It was weird, and it wasn't for long. I was at a Blackhawk game, I bumped into Sandy looking hellishly pregnant and this red head using a cane, a crutch I guess. It threw me for a bit of a loop. I thought I knew Sandy's type down to a T, I thought I was Sandy's type, and then I met this woman who threw all that totally out of whack. It..." Mallory shook her head, "Made me think."

Matt shrugged, "Not that I have multitudes of dating experience, not like the vet in the room..." Mallory shot him a look, "But, most people don't really have a type when it comes down to it, I usually surprise myself. We will find her Mallory."

"Or maybe she's floating at the bottom of a lake or pond somewhere."

Matt clapped his hands once, "That's it, we need to go dredge every body of water in Chicago and surrounding areas, then we'll find her."

Mallory looked up and met Matt's eyes, "I get your point Matt, and it's not over until the body is cold and dead..."

"...and found."

Mallory nodded and stood. Matt gave her a friendly whack on the back as they left the room. "Don't touch me Rookie..."

Matt smiled, "Ah, much better."

Carlos sat in the Legaspi's living room with his head between his knees in his hands. Gwen patted him on the back. "This has to end... one way or another. For everyone, especially for Henry."

Gwen nodded, "I know. I mean for you all. I...I barely knew her." She glanced into the dining nook. Henry was still there, eating his very good, his words not hers, Mac and Cheese. "They are unique parents, they could have just dragged him out of the room, made him eat. Told him that he had to eat, it would have been what a whole chunk of parents would have done."

Carlos also looked over into the dining nook. "Then he'd still be as sad, depressed as he was to begin with, pissed off, and he wouldn't trust them anymore."

Gwen looked away from Henry and the Legaspi's. "What would Kerry have done?"

Carlos sat back and thought, "He wouldn't have skipped any meal that she made...makes. That kid eats everything that is put in front of him, even Broccoli. I don't know if she's just an extraordinary good parent, cook, or both, but of course, if Kerry had been here, we wouldn't have had the problem in the first place, at all."

Gwen shook her head, "She, Kerry and Henry seem to have the perfect relationship."

Carlos chortled at this, "Oh God no. On more than one occasion screaming, crying, and tantrums have happened. But yeah, on the whole, I think she had good parents, good role models to pattern herself after...and she just tries to love the kid with all her heart. He's her world."

"True love."

Carlos blinked in surprise and looked over at Gwen, "Yeah, I guess it is."

"Uncle Carlos, Aunt Gwen." That was all the warning they got before they were peppered with cheesy kisses.

Sam rolled her shoulders as she stood in the gate room waiting for the whoosh of the Stargate. Teal'c stood on her left side, on his left was Doctor Daniel Jackson, on Sam's right stood Janet. Sam wasn't thrilled about that fact, but Janet had field experience, and considering how Janet had come to them when they had found her, she might very likely be needed. Sam did have to keep reminding herself that this wasn't the same Janet who had gone to P3X-666. The Janet Clone had gotten killed, and not a moment too soon it seemed. Ironies of Irony, the event that had ripped Sam up one side and down the other had been the best thing that could have happened to Earth. Sam hated irony.

"Chevron Seven...Locked."

From the control room General O'Neil spoke, "Godspeed Campers..." Sam gave a wave over her head as she and the other three people decked out in BDUs ascended the ramp and stepped into the Stargate's event horizon. "...and good luck."

Kim looked over her shoulder, "Is there any particular reason that Booth is sitting at the back of the plane? Hasn't he even watched one episode of Lost?"

Temperance shook her head, "I don't get that reference."

"A TV show... the back of the plane comes flying off, fwoop, into the ocean. The relationships are quite intriguing."

Temperance regarded Kim for a moment, "You must have loved Lord of the Flies as a kid."

Kim shook her head, "Scared the crap out of me actually. Did you like Dry Bones?"

"Dry Bones?"

Kim hummed the melody but still got a speculative look. "Dem Bones, Dem Bones, Dem Dry Bones. The Hip Bone's connected to the leg bone..."

"That isn't technically correct."

Kim breathed in and out slowly, "That's not really the point of the song. Do you listen to music at all?"

Temperance nodded, "Yes, putting aside the insulting fact that you asked me that question, I like Hip Hop, the tribal beats are primitive, they talk to your soul through the soles of your feet. I've found if I listen to one loud enough, my heart adjusts its rhythm ever so slightly to match the beat."

Kim just shook and shook her head, "You really need to get out more, much more."