I had a feeling we were going to New York when Booth pulled out the dvd player and movies for Parker. Booth didn't seem much in the mood for talking because he was still trying to sort out his thoughts. I sat in the back and watched movies with Parker. I hadn't seen Finding Nemo or Lion King before the car ride.

It was interesting that Parker's favorite movies involved young males who lose a parent and are thereby raised by a single parent. Nemo's mother died before he was even hatched and Simba's father died saving him and hten he ran away and was raised by Timon and Pumba who are a completely different species. Always a hero story and always family bonds.

We parked about a mile from ground zero, from the memorial that is surrounding the site. Parker asked if I would hold his hand, of course I would but when I looked at Booth I could see he needed the same thing so I said I would only hold his hand if Booth would hold mine.

We walked hand in hand to the Tribute Center on the corner of the perimeter. They give guided tours and also have a small museum set up showing pictures of the day and letters families wrote and placed on the fence. Booth's eyes were bloodshot and glassy but he refused to let any of the tears fall.

"Daddy is this where your friends died?" Parker asked softly.

I looked over at Booth and could tell he was trying to answer but just could not get the words out without breaking. "Yes Parker, this is where Daddy's friends died." I said squeezing Booth's hand in mine.

"The planes crashed into the buildings. My teacher told us. And she said that people on top of where the planes crashed got stuck and couldn't get out. Then the towers fell down like when you knock over a block tower and people got stuck and that is how so many died. Is that right Dr Bones?"

"Yes that is exactly right. In total four buildings collapsed, lots of people who worked in the towers died but so did the police and firefighters who were trying to rescue people. You could see the smoke and ash from outer space for days after." I answered.

"Was it scary? I would be scared." He whispered.

"I was scared Parker. I did not know if my friends were still alive or if they died. People did not know if their Mommy's and Daddy's and brothers and sisters and friends were alive or dead. Over 6,000 people got hurt and 2,999 people died. Do you know how many people that is Parker?"

"My teacher said it was like 300 of our class so it is a whole lot. It makes me sad Dr Bones. She said that some of the people who died were kids and some babies were born and their daddy's were killed and so they never got to meet their daddy's." He said getting tears in his eyes. I reached down and scooped him up in my arms and held him on my hip and turned into Booth so we were both hugging him.

"Parker my best friend was killed in the attack. We were your age when we met and we grew up together and were in the Army together. Four of my other Army friends were in the building when it collapsed. I told them to wait where we were and I would figure out what was going on and by the time I got out and tried to tell them to come out it was too late." Booth said quietly, I could see the guilt, sorrow and anger in his eyes as he said it.

"Daddy what do you mean it was too late?"

"I walked out the front door right as the plane hit the second tower. They were in a room above where the plane hit so they were stuck. There was no way for them to get out." He said as a tear slid down his cheek landing on his chest. We walked over to a bench where we sat down and just looked at the pit.

That was all that was left. A pit where so many lost their lives, where I spent months sifting through reckage trying to identify victims, the site of an attack that stopped time where everything is either referred to before 9-11 or post 9-11. A new chapter for the history books. It is crazy to think that it took only nineteen people to change the lives of millions of people.