"What is this place?" Parker asked, looking around them. Angela had taken him to an art museum, and he was in awe of all the pieces of art on the wall.

"It's a museum," Angela answered.

"What's a museum?"

"It's a place where historical things are put on display," Angela explained. It was the best and simplest description she could give him.

"Oh, that's cool," Parker grinned.

"There are more for things like dinosaurs and such," she told him.

"Can we go there?"

"On our next outing together, we can," she promised. Her heart warmed when he reached and took her hand. He was so easy to get along with. She understood why Brennan was so attached to him already. It made her think about being a mom herself.

"People actually created these?" Parker asked when they were standing in front of a painting.

"Yes. I paint too actually," Angela added.

"Really?" he asked, eyes popping.

"Yup."

"Can you teach me?"

"I sure can."

"Yes!" he exclaimed, fist pumping. Angela laughed. Her phone vibrated, and she saw that Hodgins had texted her. The two of them seemed to be talking a bit more outside of work, which surprised her. He was a sweet guy.

"Do you think my real mom would be upset that I'm happy with Bones?" Parker asked suddenly, completely breaking into Angela's thoughts.

"What? No," Angela shook her head. "I'm sure she would be fine with it."

"I have this dream sometimes," Parker went on. "I dream that she was talking to me and then was dragged away."

Angela froze here. Was it actually a dream? Or was it a memory?

"Oh?" she prompted. "That must be a scary dream."

"It is. I think I'm really little, like a baby."

"Uh huh."

"I dream it a lot," he confessed.

"Have you told Brennan?"

"No," he shook his head.

"Maybe you should."

"I talked about it with my other foster mom, and she told me I was making up stories. I don't want to make Bones mad at me like that lady was."

"Aw, sweetie, Brennan will not get mad at you. I promise."

"I'll think about it," Parker said. He swung Angela's hand with his then, and they continued on their way. Angela made a mental note to talk to Brennan when she got back.

...

Booth was plagued with guilt. He wished he had gone back and insisted on talking to Rebecca all those years ago. Would he have had custody of his child or at least access? Would they have stayed together? He was back in his office after spending the day watching the crews work the crime scene. So far, they found nothing, which really infuriated him. They did find out who owned the property, and it was a man named Marcus Vance. Booth looked at his photo on his desk and wondered how the hell Rebecca got tangled up with someone like that. He had a big rap sheet. It was a few aggravated assaults and robberies, but nothing like murder. Had he upgraded from assault to murder? He had people looking for him now. Booth couldn't wait to interrogate him.

"Knock, knock," Cam said, coming in.

"You get anything?" he asked.

"We've done all we can with the body. We're getting ready to release it to her parents. Should be done in a day or so. You doing okay?"

"I just can't picture her hanging around someone like this," Booth said, pointing at Marcus.

"It could have nothing to do with him. His property just might be the dumping ground, that's it."

"My gut says otherwise."

Cam pressed her lips together but didn't respond.

"She had my kid, Cam," Booth went on. "She didn't tell me or her parents. My kid has been in foster care all this time. What if he or she has been abused? What if my child is dead too? I can't stand it."

"I'm really sorry, Booth," Cam said softly. She didn't know what else to say. She rested her hand on his shoulder briefly, but he didn't respond. She felt them growing apart these past few days. She didn't want to say anything yet, though. Why upset him further?

"I just need to be alone," he said.

"Okay."

He didn't watch her leave. Instead, he pulled up his computer and started searching for children with the last name Stinson who were in foster care. Much to his dismay, he found nothing. He put his head into his hands. He had never felt so helpless in his life.

...

Brennan was tired, but she put on a smile for Parker when he came in with Angela.

"How was your day?" she asked.

"It was amazing! I saw all these pictures!"

"We went to an art museum," Angela laughed. "We might have another Van Gogh on our hands here. He wants me to teach him."

"That's great. I have supper ready," Brennan gestured. "Go wash your hands first, though."

"Okay," Parker said, rushing to do so.

"Bren?" Angela said quietly when he was out of earshot.

"Yea?"

"Parker told me about a dream he has about his real mother."

"Oh?"

"Yes. He said he sees her talking to him and then get dragged away. He said he thinks he was a baby when it happened."

Brennan stopped pouring Parker's glass of milk then and looked at Angela.

"Really."

"Yes. He's scared to talk to you about it because his last foster mom got mad at him and said he was making it up."

"I will let him tell me then."

"He said he would think about it."

"Thanks, Ange."

"Are you leaving?" Parker asked Angela.

"I'm going to go home, yes. I'll see you again, though," she promised. Parker hugged her tightly then, surprising both Brennan and Angela.

"Bye for now," he said.

"Bye for now," Angela nodded. She made an "aww" face at Brennan over his head before turning to leave.

"I'm glad you're best friends with her," Parker said to Brennan after. "Cos I really like her."

"I'm glad," Brennan smiled. Her mind was trapped in thinking about Parker's dream, though. What if it was a memory? But she had looked at his file. It had said his parents had died in a car accident, so how was he remembering his mother being dragged away from him? What was going on here? Parker had started eating when someone knocked on her door.

"Oh, hi," she said, seeing Booth on the other side of it.

"Is this a bad time?" he asked.

"Um, we're just eating."

"I can come back," he said.

"Hi, Booth!" Parker called. "Is he staying, Bones?"

"I think Parker likes you," Brennan said. Booth smiled at this.

"Yea? He's only met me once."

"He is quite taken with Angela too."

"All right, I'll hang out for a bit," he said, coming in. He went to sit beside Parker across from Brennan, and that was when she saw it. She blinked, feeling as though her eyes were playing tricks on her. She swallowed.

"You okay?" Booth asked her.

"Yea. Yea, I'm just thinking about the case," she lied.

"It's draining, that's for sure," Booth agreed.

"Is it a big case?" Parker asked innocently. "Is it really heavy? What color is it? I have a brown case for my clothes."

Booth burst out laughing because of the mistake Parker had made.

"It's not an actual case, buddy," he said. "It's a file, but we call it a case."

"Oh. Is it a heavy file then?"

"Sort of," Booth smiled. It was emotionally heavy for sure. He knew what Parker meant, though, but he didn't correct him.

"Why don't you show Booth your cars?" Brennan suggested once Parker had finished eating.

"Okay!" Parker exclaimed, rushing off.

"He's adorable," Booth said to her when they were alone. "Are you going to adopt him?"

"I want to," Brennan nodded.

"You'd be a great mom," Booth told her seriously. He could see it now just watching the two of them together. Parker clearly trusted her. She smiled back at him. He stood to go join Parker, and Brennan felt a really big sinking feeling in her gut. How could she adopt Parker when his facial features and bone structure matched Booth's perfectly?