They sat around a table in a small room normally used for classroom demonstrations. Hodgins, who had been peremptorily ordered by his wife to set the work with Vincent aside for the moment, sat beside Angela. An expectant hush lay over the group. All eyes were fixed on Caroline Julian and the files spread open in front of her. Next to her, Dr. Sweets leaned over her shoulder as he read over the material, too.

Caroline flipped back a few pages and looked at Cam over the silver rims of her reading glasses.

"You're sure this is the same girl?"

Cam nodded. "The courts will want a DNA test to confirm but I think it's obvious that Amy Shenfield is actually Samantha Winslow."

"And have you contacted . . ." Caroline scanned down the sheet. "Here. The real parents, Hugh and Celia Winslow."

"Not yet. We wanted to get your thoughts first."

"Yea," Angela interrupted. "It's going to be a little awkward if we have to call them up and say, 'Hey, we found the daughter you lost twelve years ago and oh by the way, she's going to spend the rest of her life in jail! Surprise!'"

Caroline reacted to the small attempt at humour with a frown. Her eyes moved to Brennan, who was watching her intently.

"You do realize that this . . ." One hand splayed across the open missing persons file. ". . . has nothing to do with this." The fingers on the other hand tapped a thicker file, one that contained information related to the death of Duval Price. "She killed a man," Caroline added pointedly, when no one responded. "Amy, Samantha, whatever you want to call her. She killed a man. She confessed and the evidence you've shown me so far corroborates that confession."

"Samantha Winslow was kidnapped at the age of three," Brennan replied sharply. "The childhood she should have had was stolen from her."

"And that is tragic," Caroline agreed. "And the jury will have that information if and when she goes to trial for the murder of Duval Price."

Brennan slammed her hands against the table in frustration. "So you're just going to allow the Shenfields to get away with what they did?"

Offended, Caroline puffed up. "Absolutely not. As you pointed out, cher, those people kidnapped a three year old child and kept her for twelve years. They're on their way here? Well, you can bet we'll have a special little welcome party ready when they get here."

Brennan wanted to argue more but the phone lying in front of her beeped. Seeing Booth's number on the screen immediately pushed everything else away. She grabbed for it, while the others in the room fell silent to listen in.

"Booth. Do you have news about Parker?" She listened for a few seconds, then looked across the group. "He's safe." Relief spread in a wave of thankful murmurs that became excited chatter as Brennan kept listening. "With your grandfather? How did he get there? . . . Oh . . . Oh . . . That was rather ingenious . . . No, of course not . . . Well, that's hyperbole, surely. You can't keep him locked in his room . . . Yes. Of course. Please tell Rebecca how relieved we all are that he's safe. Yes, we've actually made several important discoveries today. We're in conference with Caroline now. I'll tell him. Yes. Goodbye."

She laid the phone down and used the moment to take a deep, cleansing breath. "Dr. Sweets, Booth would like you to coordinate with Agent Burns - Charlie - on the information we discovered today." When Sweets nodded, she continued. "Parker is safe with his great-grandfather. Apparently, he and his friends pooled their money and purchased a reusable credit card, which Parker then used to take a cab to Hank's retirement home. Hank immediately called Booth, obviously. He and Rebecca are on their way there now."

A gasp of surprise went around the room. "Wow," said Angela, looking mildly impressed. "The kid really stepped up his game. Remember when he didn't want to go skiing over Christmas? I mean, this sounds like it took a lot more work than just asking a policeman to take him to the FBI."

"I doubt Booth and Rebecca are going to congratulate him on his initiative," Cam said dryly. She waved toward Angela's swollen midsection. "What would you do if it was your child?"

Angela rubbed at the mound of her belly and laughed. "This kid is never going to do anything like that. This kid is going to . . ." Her voice trailed off as she looked at Hodgins in dawning horror.

" . . . be a rebel!" he insisted, covering her hands with his over their unborn child. "But within safe limits and without any real risk of harm. Of course."

Angela pulled an exaggerated sad face. "Listen to us. The baby isn't even here yet and already we're . . . dull."

"Boring." Hodgins nodded with the same expression, although his eyes twinkled with suppressed laughter.

"I'm going to be a soccer mom!" Angela wailed.

"Never!" Hodgins insisted manfully. He leaned in close to speak right to her belly. "Stick it to the man, little guy! Or little girl! Power to the people! Resist the patriarchy!"

Caroline Julian watched the performance with her chin propped in one hand. "Are you two done?"

Not the least abashed, they exchanged one quick kiss before returning their attention to the subject at hand.

Sweets had picked up the file on Samantha's disappearance. "We should send someone to meet with the Winslows in person. This isn't the kind of news they should hear over the phone."

"They're in Delaware. The address is right there," Cam said, pointing at the file. "It's current. They're still in the house they were living in when Samantha was kidnapped."

"What about Amy?" Angela asked. "Samantha, I mean. We have to tell her that she's not who she thinks she is."

Everyone looked at Brennan. She shook her head. "No. Perhaps Dr. Sweets. As he said, my ability to offer emotional support is somewhat limited. He should be the one to break the news to her."

"I was wrong, Dr. Brennan," Sweets replied quietly. "You are clearly capable of more than I gave you credit for. You've obviously formed a connection with Samantha. I'm happy to be in the room with you but I think she'll accept the news better if it comes from someone she trusts. If it comes from you."

Suddenly determined, Brennan reached for the file with the information on the girl's kidnapping. "Then let's do it now. I don't want Samantha to believe the Shenfields are her parents for one minute longer than necessary. She deserves the truth."

Sweets nodded and got to his feet. The rest of the room watched in silence as the they walked out the door.