Brennan watched as Jamie was led away to prison. She and her team had stacked enough evidence on him to prove he had been involved in the murder of a woman. He hadn't exactly pulled the trigger, but he was still a part of it even if it was small. He'd be in jail for at least 15 years. His eyes met hers, and she felt the fear inside like she had ever since their son had been born. Jamie had been angry that Dominic had been so sick, but he still wanted to help. Brennan noticed after a while that he grew impatient and became mean. Brennan did not want her son exposed to that kind of parenting. He had been angry when she wanted him to leave, and when she found out what he had done, enough was enough.

"This isn't over," Jamie called to her. "He's my son! I'll have him one day!"

"What a weenie," Caroline said, watching. She patted Brennan's shoulder.

"We can go write up a legal document right now to stop him from ever taking your son," she promised. Brennan nodded. It was the right thing to do.

"Where's Jamie?" Nora asked a couple of days later. Brennan's heart broke. Jamie had loved her to pieces, but he was mentally unwell. She couldn't bear to tell her the truth.

"He died, sweetie," Brennan told her. Nora's face scrunched up and she started to cry.

"Noooo!" she wailed. Brennan pulled her into a tight hug. It was for the best. Jamie was better off dead to them all. She vowed to never let him hurt them.

Present-Max

"Was he mad?" Nora asked, seeing Max's face after he hung up his phone.

"No."

"Is he gonna come get me?"

"Not right now," Max replied. He fiddled with his fingers. His grandson was kidnapped by a lunatic. This day was just getting better and better. At least his daughter was alive, though. That was a blessing.

"What's wrong?" Nora asked, sensing there was something her grandfather wasn't telling her.

Max debated about telling her, he really did, but he knew once she found out, she's run away from him and try to help on her own.

"Booth is just concerned about the guy who hurt Daisy being on the loose. He just didn't want to worry you about it," Max lied.

"Oh," Nora said, feeling anxious suddenly.

"You are completely safe here," Max reassured her. He watched as she sank down into the couch further and turned on the TV. He wondered just how he was going to help without getting her involved.

Sweets

He was jiggling his legs nervously after hanging up from talking to Booth and Brennan. If Agent Hoy was a dirty agent, who was to say the two standing outside this room weren't too? He flicked his eyes at them and back to Daisy. Were they just waiting for him to leave so they could finish her off? He suddenly had to use the washroom very badly. There was one in her room, but what if they took the opportunity to do it while he was in there? His mind was going rampant. This was not a good situation to be stuck in.

Booth

He looked over at Brennan, seeing finally the wounds on her cheeks and arms and wrists from her captivity.

"Are you all right?" he asked. "Do you need the hospital?"

"No," she shook her head. "I need to find him."

"I don't even know who to trust in there," Booth admitted. "To ask for help in locating Col-Jamie's car."

"I know who," Brennan said, grabbing his phone. She dialed some numbers.

"Ange, it's me," she said. "Yes, hi. I know...I know..." The shrieking and crying continued. Brennan pulled the phone away from her ear for a second and looked at it, annoyed.

"ANGELA!" she bellowed, making the noise finally stop. "I need you to trace a cell phone for me."

"She can do that?" Booth asked, puzzled.

"She's our computer go-to at the lab," Brennan said to him, covering the receiver.

"Here's his number," Booth said, handing it to her. She read it off to Angela.

"It's at the Smithsonian Institution," Brennan told Booth. He flicked his lights on and headed over there. He hoped they weren't too late.

Dominic

He looked around the train station, watching Cole getting them tickets. He was excited. He had never gone on a train before. Then he grew fearful. What if he was sick? That would be so embarrassing. He hadn't thought of the train motion affecting him until right now.

"All set!" Cole declared, waving the tickets. "Isn't this exciting?"

"Where are we going?" Dom asked.

"It's a surprise," Cole winked, "but I think you'll really like it."

"I don't know if I can do this," Dom admitted. He saw a flicker of annoyance pass through Cole's eyes, which surprised him. It was gone very quickly, though.

"What do you mean?" Cole asked.

"I get sick in a car. I have never been on a train before. I might get really sick," Dominic said sadly.

"Oh, don't worry about it," Cole waved his hand. "That's why I'm here. To help."

"Okay," Dominic said reluctantly. The conductor called for boarding, and Cole helped him up the steps. Dominic suddenly felt very conscious of his canes. People were staring.

"Nothing to see," Cole snapped at a couple, who were blatantly staring. He guided Dominic to their seats and helped him get settled. Dom tried not to be worried about being sick. After all, Cole had said he was there to help.

"Here," Cole said, handing him some water. "This will help." Dominic drank it all gratefully. He hadn't realized how thirsty he was. Not too long after, he started to feel drowsy. Then he was asleep.

Brennan

"Here's his phone," Brennan said, handing it to Booth. It was in the lost and found. He stared at it, mentally cursing himself for ever trusting the man. Brennan was trying very hard not to cry.

"I'll get the security footage," Booth said, heading to the front desk. Brennan stayed behind, trying to think where Jamie would take Dominic. She mentally ran through all his favorite places and where he might go, but the world was vast. He could disappear anywhere.

"There he is," Booth said, pointing at the monitor. Brennan hurried over, and her stomach rolled upon seeing Jamie walk out of the building with Dominic right by his side, the boy smiling up at him like he was a hero.

"Wait, this is before I saw Jamie," Brennan said, tapping the time on the screen. "He was with my son when that goon called him to come kill me?! Was my son left in the car?!"

"Where is the warehouse?" Booth asked. Brennan gave him the directions she remembered. They ran back out to the car and drove to it, hoping that maybe Jamie was still there.

Max

He stared at his phone, incredulous. Dr. Sweets had asked him to come sit with Daisy while he helped Booth with the case. Dr. Sweets had thought to call him. How bizarre was that?! And how did he even have Max's number? He let it go. That wasn't important right now. Now he had to figure out what to do with Nora. Then, he got an idea.

"Let's go for a drive," Max suggested. "Oh, and Sweets wants me to stop in and sit with Daisy for a bit, so I thought you could stay with Caroline for a while."

"Caroline?!" Nora exclaimed.

"You got a better suggestion?"

"Uh, Cam?"

"Oh right," Max smacked his head. "At the Jeffersonian. Yes, that would be even better."

"Why do you need to see Daisy?" Nora asked, suspicious.

"Grown up reasons," Max answered. "Now, come on."

Sweets

"Took you long enough," Sweets hissed when Max finally arrived. He was at his breaking point with his bladder.

"What am I doing here?" Max asked. Sweets gestured for him to lower his voice.

"I don't know if these guys are good or bad," he whispered quietly. "I need to help Booth, but I need someone I can trust to sit here with Daisy to make sure she doesn't get hurt again."

"And you called me?"

"Well...I know all about you from Dr. Brennan. You have different ethics from most, but you protect people all the same. I'm desperate," Sweets added as Max blatantly stared at him.

"All right. Go take a piss before you wet yourself," Max said, looking at Sweets's jiggling legs.

"Thank you," Sweets gasped, going into the bathroom. Max saw the one FBI guard turn and look inside, and he felt that Sweets just might be right about those two.

"Okay, I'm leaving. I'll call when I'm coming back," Sweets said.

"Good luck," Max said to his receding back.

Booth

There were no vitals on Agent Hoy, and Booth stood up once he finished checking. Brennan was standing back with her arms crossed.

"Well, he definitely is brutal," Booth said.

"I know. I put him away for aiding a murder eight years ago. Now I'm thinking he did it by himself. How he got out so early, I'll never know."

"Where would he go?" Booth asked her.

"I don't know," she answered. "I really don't."

"I guess it's time to make it public that there's been a child kidnapped," Booth said. "Maybe someone will have seen them."

"It's our only hope now," Brennan said. Booth wanted to hug her, tell her that Dom would be all right, but he didn't. She was closed off to him, and he didn't know her well enough to break through her walls. A part of him wished he had met her years ago. He wondered if their relationship would have been different if they had.

Jamie

He smiled at his son, knowing that at last they'd be together. He'd wait a little while before telling Dom that he was his real father. They had to be safe first. The train started moving, and Dominic slept on from the sedative he'd put in the water. He didn't really feel up to cleaning up the kid's vomit. If everything worked out, Temperance would be the one feeling how he did all those years separated from his son. Temperance would finally know what it felt like to lose her son. He looked down at his new fake I.D., and thought about how he'd tell Dominic about his and how to word it so as not to frighten the boy. He'd have to come up with one hell of a story, but Jamie was good at that. It wouldn't be a problem.