We thank you for your continued interest in this story. Yes, perhaps Nora and Dominic are doing some "dumb" things, but they are kids after all! And Dominic is being manipulated by a master villain. As for the request of romance, it's not going to happen right this minute as Booth and Brennan have just met after all. You'll have to just stay tuned. Please enjoy this next chapter :)

Jamie paced and paced. He had heard the news. It was making things a little more difficult to do. His friend, Henry, was sitting at the table and watching him.

"Sorry I'm late, luv," a woman said, coming in then. Jamie snapped his head up to look at her. Henry's eyes shifted back and forth between them.

"Oh, hello," she said, seeing Jamie. Her English accent was thick. "Who's this then?"

"Terry," Jamie lied smoothly. "My son and I are just in the neighborhood."

"Yea," Henry chimed in.

"Oh lovely. I'm Martha," she said, shaking Jamie's hand.

"Charmed," Jamie said, his brain starting to click into gear. He watched Martha put away the groceries for a moment before speaking again.

"Say, how would you two like to go on a holiday?" he asked. Henry stared at him, and Martha popped her head up from behind the fridge door, surprised.

"What do you mean?" Henry asked, suspicious.

"I've learned that I have to stay for a conference, and my son really wants to get on the holiday we planned. I'd hate to disappoint him. Is there a chance maybe you two would like to go with him, and I'll catch up with you?"

Henry kept staring at him as though he'd lost his mind. Martha, however, was intrigued.

"Where would we be going?"

"Well, he has his heart set on Rome, but I was taking him to Sicily first. Gonna give him a whole tour of Italy."

"Wouldn't it be weird, though? I mean, two strangers taking a boy overseas?" Martha asked.

"Pish posh," Jamie snorted. "Henry's a dear friend of mine. He's like an uncle to Devon."

"I dunno..." Henry started. He didn't like this idea. He couldn't help but feel Jamie was going to screw him over and get him in trouble and run off and hide alone.

"Oh, Henry, for once in your life would you live a little?" Martha chastised.

"Yea, Henry. Live a little," Jamie said, giving Henry a sharp look.

"All right, fine," Henry caved. He stood up then, jabbing his finger into Jamie's chest. "But you better meet us there."

"Oh don't worry. I'm not about to miss time with my only son," Jamie said strongly. Henry nodded.

"We better pack!" Martha said excitedly. "When do we leave?"

"Two hours," Jamie answered.

"Oh, goodness! Hurry, Henry!" she cried, pushing her husband up the stairs. Jamie smirked and then went to the living room where Dominic was crying.

"Are you all right?" he asked, concerned. He sat down beside him. Dominic nodded and wiped his eyes.

"I just miss Mom," he sniffed.

"I know, son," Jamie said, pulling Dominic into his arms and hugging him. "I miss her too."

"So what do we do now?"

"Well, I've arranged for you to fly to Italy with Henry and Martha."

"But...but I don't even know them..."

"I know it's strange, but think about it, they will be looking for a man and his son traveling alone. This way, you are safe, and I can get there a bit later without any suspicion. If we go together, they'll pick us up like flies off a window."

"But..."

"No buts, Dom," Jamie said sharply. "Martha is lovely. Henry is...Henry. You'll be safe with them. They'll be your aunt and uncle, and you'll pass through with no issues I promise."

"When will you get there?"

"I'll be there tomorrow," Jamie promised. Dominic looked at him, and Jamie could tell the boy was scared. He knew a photo of Dom would be out there, so he had to make some changes.

"Come with me," Jamie said, pulling Dominic to his feet. "If this is going to work, we need to alter how you look."

"What do you mean?" Dominic asked, fearful.

"They'll have your picture, Dom. We just have to change how you look a little," Jamie said. He pulled out some drawers in the bathroom until he found Martha's hair dye. Dominic eyed it nervously.

"We can change it back once we're over there," Jamie promised. Dominic obliged, and Jamie set to work. He smiled to himself when they were done. No one would be looking for a boy with bright orange hair.

"I look ridiculous," Dominic said, wrinkling his nose.

"I'm not done," Jamie said, digging until he found the spare glasses he had. He perched them on Dominic's nose.

"Are you gonna put a scar on my forehead too and pass me off as some funny looking Harry Potter?" Dominic asked, looking at his reflection. Jamie laughed out loud at this.

"Quite the sense of humor you have," Jamie said, patting Dom's shoulder. "No, no. It just makes you look very different is all."

"I don't even recognize myself," Dominic admitted.

"Let's have a photo shall we?" Jamie said, taking his picture.

"What is that for?"

"Well, your uncle Henry is good at making identities," Jamie said. He went into another room where there was a lot of printers and equipment.

"What are you doing?" Dom asked, curious.

"Making you a passport," Jamie smiled. It was too easy. He updated Dom's other I.D. too just to be safe. He'd use the first one he made when they were together and Dom got his hair color back. He finished up and went back to the kitchen with Dominic looking at his passport in wonder.

"We're ready," Martha said, setting her suitcase down at the door. Henry was right beside her.

"This is Devon," Jamie said, handing Dominic his new I.D. and a bag.

"Pleased to meet you," Martha said, smiling. She went out to the car to load it.

"This better not be a trap, Jamie," Henry said, glaring.

"It's not," Jamie snapped.

"Where are my canes?" Dominic asked, panicking. Jamie groaned inwardly.

"They'll know it's you with those, son. I'll buy you new ones in Italy."

"How will I walk?"

"In between your Aunt Martha and Uncle Henry," Jamie said, ruffling Dom's hair fondly.

"Come on!" Martha called. Henry took Dominic's hand and started out the door.

"Remember, you're Devon," Jamie said to Dominic before they left.

"Yup."

"See you tomorrow."

"Okay. What if you don't come?"

"Don't assume the worst. I might have to shake off some people following me," Jamie said. "But I'll be there regardless."

"Okay," Dominic said, uncertain. Jamie gave them a small push to get them going before going in the other direction. So far, his plan was going perfectly.

Booth

He had a pounding headache, and the chopper blades over his head were not helping. They were finally landing in New York, and Booth was hoping they'd catch Jamie since no one else had reported him getting off with Dominic at another station. Brennan got out and started looking while Booth went to talk to the conductor. As they spoke, a woman overheard them.

"A man and a boy? There was one on here. I remember because I didn't trust the man. He seemed shifty," she sniffed. Booth looked at this woman in her mid sixties and hoped to God she was talking about Jamie and Dominic.

"When did they get off? Here?" Booth asked.

"Oh no. They got off at Cherry Hill," she replied.

"What?!"

"Yes. The man carried the boy off as he was sleeping. He looked drugged, if you ask me. I used to be nurse. I recognize that look," the woman said. Booth felt very sick suddenly.

"Stay right there. An officer will come take your statement," he ordered. He gestured for one to come over.

"I hope you find him," the woman called after him. He grabbed Brennan's arms when he reached her.

"What? Did you find him?!" she asked.

"They got off at Cherry Hill."

"No..."

"Yes. Come on!" he urged, running back to the chopper. He pulled her along by her hand.

"Wait!" she cried, stopping. Booth got yanked back awkwardly.

"What?"

"If we know they're going to Italy, then let's just go there. From here," she said. "By the time we get to Cherry Hill, he'll be gone. He works fast, Agent Booth. If we leave now from here, we can get there around the same time."

"We don't know for sure..."

"I know my son, Agent Booth," Brennan cut him off. "And I know Jamie. If Italy is where Dom wants to go, then Italy is where Jamie will take him."

"All right," Booth caved. They hurried to the airport and bought tickets. Booth just hoped they wouldn't be too late.

Nora

She didn't want to be left out. It was too easy to give Angela the slip. Nora had all her identification on her. She borrowed Max's credit card when he had left her unsupervised. She'd buy a ticket to Italy and get her brother back. She couldn't live with herself if something happened to him. She just didn't know how to get a ticket without someone asking her too many questions.

"Ahem," Max coughed, making her jump. She whirled around.

"Oh!"

"What do you think you're doing?" he demanded.

"I'm going to get my brother."

"And how were you going to explain the absence of an adult when you bought your ticket?"

"How did you find me?"

"I'm an expert, sweetheart, and that's not important. Answer the question."

"I don't know," she admitted.

"Where are you going?"

"Italy. That's where Dom always wanted to go, and I bet that guy is taking him there," Nora said. She refused to say Jamie's name because she was still in denial that Jamie wasn't dead and was a bad person.

"Well, make room for me," Max said, taking his card back.

"What?"

"You're not going alone, and I already know you're gonna stow away if I say you can't go. Just promise me you will obey everything I tell you, okay?"

"Fine."

"Come on then," Max said, going to the desk. He had a feeling Booth wouldn't be happy to see him, but Max knew men like Jamie. Booth would thank him for the support later.

Sweets

He held Daisy's hand with both of his. He couldn't stop staring at her. She noisily slurped her drink.

"Lance," she said after. "What are you doing?"

"I almost lost you. I'm just reveling in the fact you're okay," he answered. The two agents had left since they were needed elsewhere. Sweets felt a little sheepish at thinking they were bad now.

"It's sweet, but a little annoying," she said.

"I'm sorry."

"Did they get that agent? The one who hurt me?"

"Yes. Well, he's dead."

"Oh."

"Dr. Brennan and Agent Booth found him in a warehouse."

"Dr. Brennan is back?!" Daisy shrieked.

"Well...yes."

"And you waited until now to tell me?!"

"Your health is of utmost importance..."

"Stuff it! Where is she?"

"She's off trying to find her son. It turns out the boy's biological father is behind everything. He tried to have her killed in Maluku so he could get custody."

"That creep!" she cried.

"Well, he might be a dead creep soon if Booth has anything to do with it," Sweets muttered.

"I'm just so glad she's all right," Daisy said, resting her head back. She could relax now.

"Me too."

Dominic

He made it onto the plane without any complications. No one even gave him a second glance. He saw one guy looking at photos and scanning the room, but his eyes passed over Dominic like he didn't exist. Cole had been right. The disguise was necessary. Martha was chattering on about facts of Italy while Henry sat with his eyes closed ignoring her. Dominic wondered how long Cole would be getting there. He hoped it wouldn't be too long.

Brennan

She had never felt this sick in her life. She'd left a message with Angela to tell Nora she'd be back as soon as she could. She wished she could have seen her daughter just once, but she knew it would make things difficult. Nora would want to come, and Brennan didn't want her anywhere near Jamie.

"We'll get him," Booth promised, patting her hand. She felt warm at his touch. Agent Booth seemed like a very nice man. She had watched him talk to his own son earlier and telling him he'd be another day or two picking him up. It sounded like the person watching him understood the situation.

"I keep trying to understand why Jamie even wants Dominic," she admitted. "He hated all the special treatment Dom needed and the fact he was sick. I'm not sure why he wants to raise him now. Nothing changed except Dominic can talk now."

"Your son is a bright, funny little guy," Booth said, smiling. "Anyone is lucky to know him."

"That's sweet of you to say."

"It's the truth. He's already taught me a thing or two about jumping to conclusions," Booth said.

"In what way?"

"In that just because someone might appear weaker it doesn't mean they aren't strong."

"Dominic is a very strong little boy for his age. He's gone through so much."

Booth just nodded. Brennan kept catching herself looking at him and seeing the resemblance of Nora more and more. The question was burning on her tongue, but she knew it wasn't the time. In the end, she didn't have to ask it.

"Nora's my biological daughter," Booth blurted out. Her heart pounded.

"What?"

"When I was looking into your background, it led me to the sperm donor place, and I found out that you...you used my...stuff," he said, wincing.

"I knew it," she said.

"How?"

"I work with bones for a living, Agent Booth. You have very similar markers and structure to Nora."

"Right."

"Does she know?"

"She found out," he nodded.

"Was she upset?"

"I think surprised, but we haven't had a real chance to talk about it before this all happened."

"She's always wanted a father even though she lets on she doesn't," Brennan said. "I felt badly for not giving her that. I felt even worse when Jamie turned out to be horrible after she'd gotten so attached to him."

"She's tough, but I know underneath she's fragile," Booth said. Brennan looked at him then.

"I can relate to that," she said softly. The pilot announced take off before Booth could comment. In the end, he decided not to. Somehow he knew Brennan wasn't one for sharing deep details about herself to just anyone.

Jamie

It had been so simple. He'd painted a big birthmark on his cheek and dyed his hair blonde. He cursed himself a little for doing this after he'd had the new I.D.'s made, but no matter. They had two each now. He wasn't even looked at when he went through the airport. In about ten hours, he'd start a new life with his son.