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"Mommy!" Brennan heard then saw Christine run into her hospital room. Hank who was in Aubrey's arms squirmed out of his grasp, running as fast as his little feet could carry him towards his mother.

"Mommy!" Hank cried out.

"Shhhh… guys, remember what we talked about in the car? Indoor voice." Aubrey quickly reminded the two eager children.

"Sorry Uncle Aubrey," Christine replied. "I'm sorry Mommy, we missed you."

"As I missed you both." Brennan replied. Aubrey picked Hank up, placing him gently in Brennan's arms, then perched Christine next to her mother on the hospital bed.

Getting himself discharged from the hospital just moments earlier, Booth chose this moment to join his family as he strode in. Unlike the night before he was no longer dressed in his hospital gown but now in a change of clean clothes Aubrey had brought him the day before. Brennan scowled at her husband but not wanting to worry her children, decided not to bring up the issue of his early release from the hospital.

"Hey you two!" Booth crouched down, opening his arms.

"Daddy!" Christine squealed as she jumped off the bed and threw herself into Booth's outstretched arms. The force of the little girl throwing herself into his arms caused him to fall back.

"Hey you okay man?" Aubrey asked.

"Yeah, yeah." Booth slowly got up, trying to mask the dizziness he was experiencing as he stood. Christine clung to her father's hand, as if her life depended on it.

"Daddy!" Hank whined from Brennan's bed.

Booth moved to scoop the boy up into this arms, his arms trembling slightly at his son's weight, before he recovered his balance. He hated that he was still weak. He was never like that before with his children.

Eyeing Booth, Aubrey asked, "You sure you can go home?"

"Yeah. I've signed all the papers saying I got myself discharged against medical advice or whatever."

"You really shouldn't do that."

"Look I don't wanna argue okay Aubrey?"

"Booth, Aubrey's right." Brennan spoke as Booth returned Hank to his mother's side.

"I was scared Daddy." Christine spoke up. "But Uncle Aubrey said he'd find you and Mommy."

"Yeah and I heard you helped." Booth smiled down at Christine who beamed back proudly at him.

"I did."

"Thank you Sweetheart, you did great." Brennan said before turning to Aubrey. "And thank you too, for everything."

"Nothing to it."

"Yeah, thanks man, we owe you. Again."

Booth pressed a kiss to Christine's head, then did the same action to Hank. He leaned down to brush his lips against Brennan's briefly, glad that they were no longer dry and cracked like when they had been while they had been held captive.

"I'm gonna go talk to Angela now. She said she had information for me."

"Promise me if you feel unwell…"

"Bones," Booth held out his hand. "I'm fine. Don't worry. Doc said you can go home tomorrow. I'll come by to take you home you okay? I'm gonna make sure our home is ready for you to get around on crutches."

"I'll help!" Christine smiled excitedly, happy that her parents were home.

"Me too. I'll keep an eye on him, Dr Brennan." Aubrey assured her.

"I'll see you guys later." And with that Booth turned, marching out the hospital room a determined look on his face.

…

In his office, Booth studied the file on his desk. He had just concluded a video call with Angela. She had given him important information he would need before interrogating Logan. He inhaled deeply, tightening the belt round his waist as he stood. Nothing like a few days in captivity with no food and water to help shed a couple of pounds, he thought wirily to himself. The effects of his five-days in captivity without much food or rest had not completely worn off. He still felt as if the room was spinning if he moved his head too quickly and his body still ached, but the almost persistent exhaustion was now replaced by a somewhat bearable tiredness. He straightened his tie, then picked up the file from his desk, ready to get to work.

"Seeley Booth!" Caroline Julian walked into Booth's office. "You sure you should be here?"

"If I got a dollar every time someone asked me that today."

"We're all worried about you. You only got rescued yesterday."

"I'm fine Caroline."

"You sure?"

"I'm not out in the field right? I'm just gonna talk to the guy who took us. Nothing to it."

Caroline sighed, knowing how Booth could be. "I'll be listening."

"I don't expect any less." Booth quirked her his cocky grin.

He strode out of his office and into the interrogation room, a confident swagger in his gait. He pushed open the interrogation room door and stared at Logan who was slumped back in the chair. He sauntered in and slid into the chair opposite Logan. The irony was not lost on him. The captor had now become captive.

"Not so fun being held in a small room is it?"

Logan avoided Booth's eyes, focusing his gaze on the table.

"Logan Lipinski. You wanna tell me where I can find Jake?"

Booth waited but Logan chose to continue remaining silent.

"Look we've already got you on kidnapping charges. You might as well help yourself out. I mean you've got no priors, I could put in a good word for you to the judge."

Logan maintained his silence, not different to how he always had in their initial days being held captive when he had refused to answer any of Booth's questions. Booth thought back to the information on Logan and Jake that Angela had provided him. He folded his arms across his chest, leaning back comfortably in his chair.

"You know, for a moment, when we found out that you and Jake were brothers, I thought Bones… Dr Brennan had gotten it wrong. She told me you two weren't related. But she never gets things wrong, not when it comes to stuff like that. At first, I thought maybe she did make a mistake, cause you guys had starved her and she was low on sleep. But Bones wasn't wrong. Your Mom, she married Jake's Dad when you were four years old. Jake's Dad, Fred Lipinski adopted you and your Mom changed your last name. You guys were not related by blood but Jake's your stepbrother. So I get that you're trying to help out your big brother. You're a good kid Logan, you were good to us and you tried to do the right thing. I could tell."

The last sentence caught Logan's attention, and he made eye contact with Booth.

"Like I said, you got no priors, but your big brother Jake? That's another story. Spent time in juve, tried to set himself straight by joining the police academy but got himself kicked out. He then went on to arson, theft, aggravated assault."

Booth flipped open the file on the table, sliding a photograph towards Logan.

"Rebecca Lipinski. Jake's little sister. Again, Bones got it right. The skeleton in the woods was Jake's sister, your stepsister. Went missing when she was thirteen. That was ten years ago. Your brother Jake was the prime suspect at first. But she was never found and nobody really knew what happened to her until now. So, you wanna tell me why you went to all this trouble to get us to identify her remains?"

Again silence on Logan's part. He turned his head, looking away from Booth and the photograph of Rebecca that was on the table.

Booth glanced over to the one-way mirror. The two people listening next door knew about his past and he had nothing to hide from them. Straightening in his chair, he clasp his hands together, sliding them across the table so that he was closer to Logan.

Softening his tone Booth spoke, "My old man… he was a real piece of work. I don't remember a day when he was sober. He'd drink himself stupid, then take out his frustrations on me and my brother. My mom too, until she left us. Your mom left too. She couldn't take it anymore, just like mine. I bet you've got scars on your body thanks to your old man. Hey I've got them too."

Booth's words got Logan's attention. Booth shrugged his shoulder. "My Dad threw me down the stairs once. Dislocated my shoulder." He waited, allowing the information to sink in. "I know what it was like to be stuck in a house full of violence. To grow up in one. I was scared and angry all the time, but you know what? It's never your fault, no matter what the old man says. Never."

Logan blinked back tears as Booth continued speaking.

"Here's what I think happened. Your stepdad, he beat Rebecca once too hard and ended up killing her. So he hid the body in the woods. You and Jake, being the good big brothers you were wanted to find her. The missing persons' report ten years ago was filed by Jake. You guys loved her. You never stopped lookin' even when the cops stopped. You found a skeleton in the woods and you wanted to make sure it was her. Wanted to prove that it was your Dad who killed her."

Logan kept silent, biting down on his lower lip. Booth waited, hoping for some sort of response, and after some time, sighed.

"You know I'm sick of the sound of my own voice. If you don't wanna talk, fine. You're going away for a long time anyway. I just thought you'd want justice for Rebecca."

Booth stood a little too quickly, feeling a wave of dizziness assault him, he lay his palms on the table leaning forward to catch his balance, hoping Logan didn't catch that.

"Becky." Logan finally spoke, pointing at the photograph of the thirteen year old girl.

Booth slowly sat down again. He relaxed into the chair, folding his arms across his chest.

"Happened like you said. Becky went missing. We wanted to find her. She was our little sister. We knew Dad loved the woods, he took us out there all the time. So we went searching. We couldn't find her. We knew it was Dad. He did it. The cops thought it was Jake cause he was always in trouble. But they couldn't prove it. Mom decided to leave and Dad left not long after. Jake moved out too, to try be a cop like you said, and I ended up in foster care. When I got out of the system, I found out Jake was in prison. When Jake got out, he looked me up. He wanted to keep lookin' for Becky. We knew she was in the woods where Dad loved to go hunting. Then one day, we found her. Or who we thought was her. I wanted to go to the cops but Jake said they'd think it was him, cause it didn't take us long after he got out to find the body. We wanted to be sure, wanted to have proof it was our Dad. Then we saw on the news about what you and Dr Brennan did. The Matterson case. Jake figured Dr Brennan could help give us all we needed to get justice for Becky."

Logan's story pained Booth's heart. He knew his childhood could easily have turned out like any of the Lipinski siblings. Inside he was grateful he didn't. He would always be grateful to Pops for saving him and Jared.

"You shouldn't have gone along with Jake. You had a bright future ahead of you Logan. You were on your way to a graduating college. Why didn't you two just call the cops? With remains like that, the FBI and Jeffersonian would've been called. There was an easier way to get help from Dr Brennan."

"I know. But Jake wouldn't listen. He was sure the cops would still think it was him, 'specially since he has a record."

"Becky's remains are in the lab now. Dental records confirmed it. You guys were right. It was her you found. If it was really your old man like you believe it to be, Dr Brennan and her team would find out. And if it wasn't, they'd find out who did it and what exactly happened. They always do. You've done all you can to help Becky. Now you gotta help Jake. Do you know where he'll go? He's not at the storm bunker you held us. Not at your home address."

"Jake could be anywhere."

"Any favourite hideouts?"

"I hadn't seen Jake in years. I never visited him in prison. I don't know where he would've gone."

His gut told him that Logan was hiding something but Booth knew he had gotten all he could out of Logan for now. He remembered to get up from his seat slowly this time. As he left the interrogation room, he hoped the lab would have more information to help him find Jake. He was still a dangerous criminal and he had to be caught.