Sweets was stunned. Blown away. Flabbergasted.

"Lance," Daisy said, a small smile on her face.

"Oh my God!" he shouted, kneeling in front of her. The stench was still powerful, but it wasn't as bad since now he knew it was hers.

"How did you get here? What happened?! Where's Dr. Brennan?"

"Lance, stop shouting," Daisy winced. She had a brutal headache.

"I'm sorry," he apologized. "I'm just...I'm so glad you're alive." He squeezed her hands tightly.

"Dr. Brennan is still captive. I managed to escape and get here. You have to go save her," Daisy urged.

"And we will. Let me call Booth."

"Who?"

"Agent Booth. He's assigned to the case."

"Oh, then yes, get him here quickly."

Sweets raced to his phone, jabbing at the buttons. He garbled out some form of a sentence to Booth before hanging up again. He rushed back over to Daisy.

"Are you hurt?" he asked urgently. "Did they hurt you?"

"Not sexually, if that's what you're implying," she answered. Sweets flinched. She was always to the point.

"Physically then? Emotionally?"

"I got kicked a few times, but no, I was not harmed extensively," she replied.

"Thank God."

"I don't know what their intentions were," Daisy went on. "I couldn't figure it out. I think, though, that they were waiting for someone."

"Waiting?"

"Yes."

"Sweets, what the damn hell...?" Booth started as he entered. Then he choked. "Geez, if you called me in here to ask me what that smell is, I will hurt you."

"D-D-Daisy. Daisy," Sweets said, standing up fast and pointing.

"Daisy?" Booth asked through his handkerchief that he now had over his nose.

"Dr. Brennan's associate in Maluku," Sweets finished. "She escaped. She's back. She's right here."

"All right, all right," Booth said. "I see her."

"The smell is me, by the way," Daisy added.

"Sorry," Booth grimaced.

"You can take a shower, love," Sweets said.

"Then I want her in the interrogation room," Booth said.

"The interrogation room? She's not a suspect," Sweets spluttered.

"It's okay, Lance," Daisy said. Inside, she was a little frightened. Did Booth really think she was a suspect?

Nora & Dominic

They stood there, staring at the man who had just told them he was their grandfather.

"No way," Nora shook her head.

"Deny it all you want, I am," Max said. He pulled out a photograph. "Here is me with your mother and Russ." Nora snatched it from him to look at it. Dominic peered over her shoulder.

"Yup," he said. "That's them all right."

"Thanks, genius," Nora snapped. She tossed it back at Max, who caught it. "All right then, why are you here? What do you want?"

"I wanted to meet you," Max answered.

"After all this time? No, I don't think so," Nora said.

"You're smart," Max noted. "You're right, it's a little more than that. I want to help find your mother."

"H-how did you know she was missing?" Nora asked.

"Your foster parent came to visit me," Max answered. "Seemed he thought one of my past goons had it for your mom."
"He didn't tell us," Dominic commented.

"Of course not. Your mother didn't want you to meet me. He was honoring her wishes. He forgot that I don't exactly listen to people's wishes, though."

"Then that's why Mom didn't want you around," Nora spat.

"Hey, what's going on?" Cam asked, finding them. When they hadn't shown up, she grew worried. She looked Max up and down.

"Hi, doll," Max said. Cam narrowed her eyes.

"What do you want?" she asked.

"Can't I say hi?" Max countered. "Geez, you'd think that was a crime or something."

"Dr. Brennan specifically asked you to remain out of her and the children's lives," Cam stated. "You need to leave."

"I can help," Max offered. "You know I can."
"Leave."

Cam stood her ground, and Dominic inched his way until he was behind her. He felt safer there. Nora was still standing with her hands clenched, a hardened expression on her face.

"All right," Max caved. "I'll leave. Just remember that I can help."

"We'll call if we need you," Cam responded. "Come on, guys." She led them to her waiting car, and Nora collapsed in the back beside Dominic.

"Is he a bad man?" Dominic asked as they started to drive. He clutched at the door handle, trying to gain some balance.

"He's not the best man," Cam answered. She rubbed her furrowed brow hard. Booth was gonna freak when she told him.

Booth

A freshly showered Daisy sat across from him in the interrogation room. Sweets insisted on being there too.

"Okay, so what happened?" Booth asked. "Start from the beginning."

"We were packing up for the night when we were approached by four men with guns and knives. They overpowered us despite Dr. Brennan putting up a fight. They took us to some hut in the middle of nowhere and tied us up. They starved us and kicked us around a little. I managed to break free and escape. I hitched a ride on a boat to Indonesia where a woman helped me get disguised. I worked to repay her, and she helped me stow away on another boat. I landed in Virginia, and I hitchhiked here. Now we're having a conversation about it."

"All right," Booth cut her off, catching her sarcasm. "How do I know that you didn't kill Dr. Brennan yourself and leave her down there buried so you could come back here and become head of the lab?"

"What?!" Sweets cried. "Booth! That's ridicu-"

"Shut up, Sweets," Booth ordered.

"No!" Sweets shouted. "You cannot accuse her..."

"He's ruling out suspects, Lance," Daisy huffed. "Sit your ass down." Sweets stared at both of them, taking them both for madmen.

"Answer the question," Booth ordered.

"I did not kill Dr. Brennan. I knew going back to rescue her would only end up with me being captured again. The only logical reason was to get here so you guys could go save her."

"How do you know she's even still alive?" Booth demanded. Daisy lowered her head then.

"I don't," she whispered. "That's why I feel so bad. I should have stayed with her."

"No, no," Sweets interrupted. "Coming here was good! We can go down there and find Dr. Brennan."

"Knock, knock, Cherie," Caroline said, coming in. "I was given some goodies you might wanna look at." She handed Booth a folder, and he took it. Daisy stared at Caroline.

"You look like shit," Caroline said to Daisy.

"Thank you."

"What the hell is this?" Booth asked, smacking the photos with his hand. He threw them on the table for Daisy to see. Her eyes widened.

"Daisy?" Sweets asked hesitantly, seeing them. She shook her head violently.

"N-no," she started. "I didn't do that. I didn't!"

"Then why does it look like you did?" Booth asked, moving until he was right in front of her face. He searched her eyes.

"They're framing me," she whispered. "That must mean one thing."

"What's that?" Booth asked quietly, still examining her eyes. He'd had lots of experience at this, and her eyes were not revealing that she had indeed killed Dr. Brennan and stood over her corpse while posing for a photo.

"She's escaped," Daisy murmured.

Nora

Booth wasn't home yet, and this had Nora worried. It could mean a few things, and neither of them felt good. Cam was watching cartoons with Dominic, and Nora was trying to enjoy herself, but she just couldn't. Her stomach felt all twisted and sick. She had met her grandfather, and she hated him. He'd made her mom cry. She didn't like people who did that. Nora noticed Cam was on her phone, and she craned her neck to see, but it was hard to make out. Then, there was pounding on the door.

"I'm scared," Dominic said, clutching Cam's arm. Nora felt a little frightened herself, but she hid it well. Cam went to the door, a small smile on her face.

"I think you'll be surprised," she said, opening it.

"What the HELL, Cam!" Angela shouted, bursting into the apartment.

"And hello to you too," Cam replied. "How was Paris?"

"Why didn't you TELL me Brennan was missing?! You just left us in the dark?!"

"Angela!" Nora cried, rushing to her and wrapping her arms around Angela's waist.

"Hi, baby," Angela said in a softer voice. She rocked her back and forth until Dominic finally got there and she pulled him in too. Cam crossed her arms, giving Angela a raised brow.

"I tried getting a hold of you over there," Cam insisted. "You were never home. How was I supposed to leave a message that Brennan was missing? I told you to call me."

"I just thought it was about a case," Angela said. "You should have made your voice sound more urgent."

"I didn't realize I needed more practice," Cam responded sarcastically. "Where's Hodgins?"

"He's at the lab already trying to help. I had to make sure the kids were okay."

"We're fine," Dominic told her. "Agent Booth is really nice."

"I hope so, or I'll kick his ass," Angela said.

"He's still at work," Cam told her. "I think he's found something."

Booth

He stared at Daisy, thinking he had misheard her.

"She's escaped?" he repeated.

"Yes. That's why they're framing me. It gives them time to catch her. Agent Booth, I can describe these men to you. I did not do this," Daisy said urgently.

"And you weren't a part of it somehow? I can toss you in jail right now for aiding and abetting a murder," Booth threatened.

"Booth, please," Sweets begged.

"I didn't kill her. I love her like a sister! She is my inspiration! She isn't dead, Agent Booth. I know her very well. She's escaped, and they're desperate. She'll be coming here, and they'll know that. You have to find her!" Daisy urged.

Booth wasn't entirely convinced, but he had to admit to himself that Daisy wouldn't have come all this way after committing a murder just to be caught for it. Not unless it was a really good ruse.

"She never leaves your sight," Booth warned Sweets.

"She won't," Sweets agreed.

"Booth, are you sure?" Caroline asked.

"I'm sure," he answered. Nothing about Daisy gave him a reason to believe she'd murdered Brennan to gain seniority at the lab. He wasn't going to just tell her that, though. Let her sweat a little longer. He had to go home.

Nora

Booth was surprised to see Angela when he got home.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"I'm Brennan's best friend," she answered, crossing her arms. "Who are you, handsome?"

"Agent Booth. I'm working on her case."

"Good. She needs to come home."

"I know."

"Did you find something?" Nora asked hopefully. His face gave it away. "You did!"

"Her associate Daisy Wicks arrived at our office today. She believes your mother has escaped."

"Really?" Dominic asked, getting excited.

"She'll be coming here then," Nora said, thinking.

"Yes. So, be on the look out for people, okay? Don't trust strangers."

Nora looked at Dominic then, and he avoided her gaze. She was going to talk to him later.

"Bedtime," Cam ordered. Begrudgingly, they obeyed. Nora could hear Booth's voice exclaim, "Are you f***ing kidding me?!" in the living room. Cam must have told him about Max.

The Next Day

Nora and Dominic were walking from the school to the library when Nora finally confessed to him about Booth being her father.

"That's amazing, Nora," he said.

"No, it's not."

"Yes, it is! You get to know who your father is. I never will."

"Don't say it like that..."

"But it's true! You just got a huge gift handed to you."

"I don't even like Booth."

"Give him a chance," Dominic urged. "If it was me, I would."

"Yea, but you trust anyone. You're too gullible."

"Hey!"

"It's true! Look at Cole! You fawn all over him and for what? Because he saved you?"

"He's really nice. Sometimes, I like to pretend he's my Dad."

"Cole is NOT your father!" Nora shrieked. "You imbecile! Don't you ever SAY that again!"

"Why can't I pretend?! What's wrong with that?!" Dominic shouted, crying now.

"Because! It's a very, super weird thing to say! You're such a freak!"

Dominic stared at his sister in horror.

"What did you just say?" he asked. Her expression changed once she realized it.

"Oh, God, Dom..."

"Get away from me!" he shrieked, pulling away. He started to run as best as he could then.

"Dom, wait!"

"NO!" he screamed. He outmaneuvered her until he was somewhere hiding. He could see her feet, looking for him. She was shouting his name over and over again. When she finally moved on, he came out from hiding. He wasn't going to go home. He didn't want to be around her ever again. His own sister had uttered the word all the bullies used against him. She was one of them now. He'd figure out how to get by on his own.

Elsewhere

Brennan was keeping her breaths even and slow. She had dodged a few bad men while waiting to get off of Maluku. Now, she was landing at Indonesia. She was going to take another boat to Australia to throw them off her trail. Then, she was going to fly home. After that, she was going to solve the mystery of who was trying to kill her and take her kids back.