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It was well after dark when Booth and Brennan landed. Booth was exhausted after the flight, and he knew Brennan was too, but she was determined to look for her son. After two hours of searching and going to the local police to discuss their case, Booth finally called it a night.

"I can't sleep," Brennan argued.

"Like hell," Booth laughed, gesturing at her. "You can barely stand up for fatigue."

Brennan crossed her arms and tried to readjust her composure to make herself look more awake, but it backfired.

"We can start bright and early. The police have been notified, so they will keep an eye out and put it on the local news. We need to sleep, Dr. Brennan."

"Every second away from him feels like a dagger striking my heart," Brennan said, her voice wavering. "I can't rest knowing he is out there with that horrid man."

"I know," Booth said gently. "But they will be sleeping as well. I can't shoot a gun properly if I'm tired."

"I guess you have a point," Brennan caved after a moment. "But we start first thing."

"Yes."

"No distractions."

"Got it."

Booth led the way to the hotel he'd been told about at the airport when he'd asked. He checked them in, but was dismayed to learn they had to share a room. He knew Brennan would not be comfortable with that.

"Are you sure there's nothing else?" he asked the receptionist.

"No," she shook her head. Booth sighed.

"All right," he finally said. He went over to where Brennan was waiting.

"You look displeased," she noted.

"We have to share a room."

"What? Did you tell them who I am?"

"She didn't care."

"You didn't tell her, did you?"

"It wouldn't matter."

"Excuse me," Brennan said, pushing him aside and going to the receptionist. "I am Dr. Temperance Brennan. I would like my own room."

"Only one room left. You have it with him," the woman responded, shrugging.

"See?" Booth said.

"You must have something," Brennan insisted, showing her some money.

"Well," the woman said, leaning over and taking a few bills. "Let me see." She hemmed and hawed, searching her computer. Brennan flashed Booth a "ha ha" look, which he simply shook his head at.

"Ah," the woman finally said.

"Yes?" Brennan asked.

"Sorry, just the one room. You share it," the woman said, gesturing between Booth and Brennan.

"You took my money," Brennan started.

"Have a great night," Booth said to the receptionist, interrupting Brennan. He pulled her away.

"She took my money," Brennan said, outraged.

"I saw that coming," Booth responded. They climbed into the elevator. He leaned against the side, weary. Brennan was still fuming.

"I will complain to her manager," she went on.

"It won't get you anywhere. Just let it go."

"I can't just 'let it go,'" Brennan snapped.

"You are transferring your focus from finding Dom to being pissed at the receptionist," Booth said.

"So you're a psychology major too are you?"

"Oh hell no. It's just common sense," Booth snorted. They found their room, and he opened it.

"Well, I am most certainly not..." Brennan stopped short when she saw the room.

"Oh fun," Booth said. There was only one bed.

"I'm going right back down there," she said, turning to go. Booth grabbed her by the elbow.

"You take the bed. I'll take the floor. Trust me, I have slept on worse," he said.

"So have I," she said softly. He looked at her, remembering the ordeal she experienced in Maluku. He felt sheepish suddenly.

"All the more reason you have it," he said.

"We can share," she offered. She stayed standing by the door as he poured himself a glass of water in the kitchenette.

"It's all right," he said after. He took off his buttoned shirt, revealing a white tank underneath. Brennan averted her eyes, but she didn't miss his muscular form. Feeling a bit hot in the face, she went to the bed and climbed in, leaving her clothes on. She heard him grunt and groan as he got comfortable on the floor.

"Good night," she said.

"Night," he said back. She turned off the light, throwing them in darkness.

Nora & Max

"All right," Max said, tucking Nora in for the night. "Tomorrow, we start looking for your brother."

"I don't see why we can't look now," Nora argued.

"Just like your mother," Max chuckled. "Honey, we can't search people's homes at this hour. That's just asking to be arrested."

"I'm scared we won't find him," Nora admitted.

"I promise we will find him. Don't forget, I have connections," Max said. In fact, he had already contacted one as soon as they had landed in Rome. They were meeting her tomorrow morning.

"Okay," Nora said reluctantly. Max shut out her lamp and went to sit on the balcony outside. He breathed in the night air as he looked around the city. He prayed that his grandson was somewhere close.

Dominic

He had a hard time falling asleep. The journey had not gone well. He'd been sick on the plane, and he knew Henry was embarrassed by it. Martha had been wonderful, telling him he was all right and that she would look after him. Dominic did like her. She was friendly and played I Spy with him to pass the time. When they landed, she made them wait until she found some canes for him to use from someone selling them on the street.

"I know your father said he'd buy them," she said, handing them to him. "But I can't bear to watch you struggle to walk any longer."

"Thank you," Dominic said, smiling.

"Come on," Henry said, urging them along. "I've rented us a cottage. I have to get the keys." Martha and Dominic waited in their rented car while he went inside of a building to meet his friend and get the keys.

"Are you excited?" Martha asked Dominic when they were alone.

"Yes, but I miss my mother," Dominic answered.

"Oh, what happened to her?"

"She died," he said tearfully.

"Oh, you poor dear!" Martha cried, reaching to grasp his hand. "How terrible! Well, I will do my best to help you work through the loss all right? I lost my Mum too when I was sixteen."

"Really?" Dominic asked, wiping his tears.

"Yes. Tragic accident it was. Just know she's still in your heart, okay?" Martha said, giving him a reassuring smile. "And your father will be here soon."

Dominic just nodded. He felt like his world was spinning around faster and faster, and he couldn't find his footing. He didn't know how long he could stay feeling this way before things got right again.

Booth

The gut wrenching shriek woke him up with a start. He jolted into a sitting position, his entire body on alert.

"No! NOOOO!" Brennan shouted. He leaped to his feet, seeing no one in the room with them. He concluded she was having a nightmare. She thrashed around under the sheet.

"Hey," he said, nudging her.

"Let me go!" she shrieked.

"HEY!" he yelled, shaking her. When that didn't work, he climbed into the bed and grabbed her shoulders and pulled her upright. Her eyes flew open, and she stared at him. Her entire body was shaking very hard.

"Help me," she gasped.

"You're all right," Booth said as she looked wildly around the room. He cupped her face with his hands firmly, making her look at him. "It was only a dream. Just a stupid dream. You're safe here."

"Okay," she said after a moment, nodding finally. He released her, and she turned the light on. She was drenched in sweat, and her heart was still pounding. The man with the knife had been very realistic to her. Every time she blinked, she saw his face.

"You can tell me," Booth said. He was still sitting on the bed, but he was cross legged on the end now, giving her room.

"It was nothing," she responded.

"It helps me to talk about it when I've had a nightmare that's violent," Booth went on. "By the way you were screaming, I'd say someone was trying to hurt you?"

"Are you sure you don't do psychology?" she asked, her lips twitching.

"Nope," he answered, smirking.

"I'd rather not talk about it. It was really nothing," she insisted.

"All right then," he said, moving to get off and going back to his position on the floor.

"Thank you," Brennan said.

"You're welcome," he replied. She gathered her thoughts and regained her composure before turning the light out again. It took her a long time to fall asleep.

Jamie

It had taken him a while to get there, but he had finally made it. He fixed himself up before going over to where Martha and Henry were staying. It was now morning thanks to his delayed flight. He was exhausted, but he needed to see Dominic.

"There you are," Henry said, seeing him at the door. "Just in time. Martha is ready to take your son all around bloody Europe."

"Oh?" Jamie asked.

"Yea. He keeps going on about Anne Boleyn and some dumb tower and some Isabella of Portugal."

"My son is well versed in world history I see," Jamie grinned. "He gets that from me. No other boy would be so interested in art and culture but mine."

"Whatever. Just take him and go so I can have time with my wife," Henry said, moving to let Jamie in. Dominic's face lit up when Jamie came in.

"You came!" he said.

"Of course. I promised, didn't I?"

"Can we go to Palermo? Please?!"

"That sounds wonderful," Jamie said, pleased. He loved that his son shared the same interests he did. It was one of the things Temperance had also loved about him. Too bad it wasn't enough.

"First, can you help me with my stretches?" Dominic asked. "It's been a few days, and I need to keep stretching or else the surgery will be for nothing."

"All right," Jamie agreed. "Let's do them upstairs then." He helped Dominic to his room where he got into position. He instructed Jamie on what to do. Jamie felt a little aggravated at the time they were wasting since his son walked just fine, but he went along with it. He was surprised, however, to see how strong Dominic really was.

"That's enough," Dominic said after about an hour. He was sweating and breathing hard, but he felt good.

"Wow," Jamie said. "Every day, huh?"

"Yea."

"That's determination."

"It's what I have to do," Dominic shrugged. He was sensing that his father wasn't understanding how important this was.

"You ready to explore?" Jamie asked.

"Yes!" Dominic exclaimed. Everything else faded away because he was finally here, and he wanted to see everything.

Max & Nora

"You stay put," Max instructed. He left Nora sitting at the table outside while he went to meet his resource.

"Long time no see," she smiled.

"Hello, Maria," Max said. "What do you have for me?"

"I've put out feelers. If this guy is as big of a crook as you say, he won't be long getting mixed up with my guys."

"What are some good tourism places here?" Max asked. "I know my grandson will want to visit everything."

Maria started telling him, but then her phone rang.

"Excuse me," she said, holding up her finger. Max waited until she was done. She looked at him and smiled.

"What?" he asked.

"One of my guys sold some canes to a woman yesterday for a boy who appeared to have cerebral palsy. Might that be the boy you're looking for?"

"It sounds like it, but...who's the woman? He should be with a man," Max mused.

"Oh, one more thing. They're in Sicily," Maria told him.

"Oh, come on," Max groaned.

"It's only a ten hour drive away," Maria said.

"It's ten more hours my grandson is stuck with that psychopath," Max said angrily.

"I can hook you up with a pilot," Maria offered. "He flies small planes. It'll get you there faster."

"Deal."

"Let me call him," Maria said, moving away. Max went back over to Nora.

"Any luck?" she asked hopefully.

"Someone saw a boy who looked like Dom yesterday in Sicily."

"But...we're in Rome!" she cried.

"I know. My friend is getting us a pilot to fly there. Don't worry. We'll get him," Max promised. Then, he heard it.

"DAD?!"

Max whipped around to see his one and only daughter standing there gaping at him with the agent Booth standing next to her looking extremely confused.

"Hi, honey," he said, waving.

"MOM!" Nora shrieked, jumping up and running over to her. Brennan held her daughter as tightly as she could.

"Oh, Nora," she whispered, rocking her back and forth.

"Don't ever leave me again," Nora whimpered, clinging to her. Booth went over to Max by now.

"What's the big idea?" he demanded. "Why are you here?"

"Nora was trying to sneak off here alone, so I accompanied her. I have connections," Max explained.

"You have no right..." Booth started.

"Booth, my connections found Dom in Sicily. I'm working on getting a flight there right now," Max cut him off, pointing to Maria, who was now coming over to them.

"You're in luck. He is going to leave in an hour. Here are directions to meet him."

"Thank you," Max said, taking the paper from her.

"Best of luck," Maria said, giving a small bow and walking away.

"So, of all the hotels, we picked the same one, huh?" Max asked Booth, trying to make a joke.

"This isn't a game, Max. Nora could get hurt. You should take her back right now."

"She won't go. She's with us. There is no other safer place for her to be," Max insisted. Booth glared. Brennan approached with Nora holding her hand.

"What's going on?" Brennan asked.

"Your Dad found Dom. We're going to get him," Booth explained.

"I'm going too," Brennan said immediately. "Dad, take Nora back home."

"NO!" Nora shouted, making them all look at her. "I am NOT leaving without my brother!"

"Nora, it's not safe..." Brennan started.

"I'm the reason he ran away and got close to this idiot. I'm the reason Dom is in this mess because I didn't trust my gut and rat out Cole before. I am going with you. If you send me home, I'll just come right back," she finished, crossing her arms and glaring at them all. Booth knew then that she truly was his offspring because she had mentioned trusting her gut, which he did all the time. Maybe it was purely coincidental, but it still meant something.

"All right, but you do exactly what we say, and you do not cause any extra trouble," Brennan ordered.

"I promise," Nora nodded.

"Then let's go," Max said. "We gotta go get our boy back."