Booth places a cup holder full of coffee on the table. Cam joins them. He hands her a cup. Cam studies the tables. Four tables.
"Four?"
"They're sending two more over," Booth answers.
"Any ID's?"
"Angela is working on it."
"What took you so long?" Booth questions.
"My cell phone was on silent," she answers.
Hours later Angela comes onto the platform. She stares at the bodies.
"Did you get any ID's?" Cam questions.
"Dr. Brennan was right. Two adult males, an adult female, and three children."
"Three kids?"
"Ava Henry age eight, reported missing by her parents six years ago," Angela answers.
"You identified all of the children?" Cam queries.
"Sort of," Angela nods.
"Continue," Cam insists.
"Michael Riley, age six reported missing by his grandmother three years ago."
"The third?" Temperance quizzes.
"That was the hardest. I found two potential matches."
"Two?"
"Grace Lucas age ten reported missing nine and a half years ago, and Bailey Fox reported missing nine years ago. It's difficult to be sure because they were so young. I used a program to digitally alter their pictures to what they would like now, and both are very close to the victim."
"Dr. Brennan is there anyway that we can get DNA from any of the victims?" Cam asks.
"I doubt it. The bones are very desiccated."
"Wait. Bailey Fox was taken to the ER two weeks before she disappeared for broken fingers."
"How does a one year old break their finger?" Booth questions.
Angela scrolls down, "Her three year old brother slammed her finger in a sliding glass door," Angela answers.
Temperance steps away, and moves over to the table with the remains of a ten year old girl. "Left hand? All of the fingers except the thumb?"
"Yes," Angela nods.
"It's her," Temperance answers.
"Who are the adult victims?"
"They have multiple aliases, and are wanted in at least four states. Grant Cooper, aka Greg Smith, aka Gary Peters. Hank Tyler, aka, Pat Ryan, aka Alex Benjamin. And finally Sara Frances, aka Lucy Yates, aka Bonnie Desmond."
"What are they wanted for?"
"Kidnapping, along with Emily Davis, aka Christina Bates."
Camille stares silently at the screen. Without a word she walks away. Temperance goes after her.
He holds her tightly, but she pushes him away. She stares at him with big brown eyes. He wipes away her tears. He was her rock. He never let her fall, but right now she just wanted to crawl into a hole, and never come out. He brushes a stray hair off her face.
"Don't!" She warns.
"I love you."
"It doesn't matter," she answers.
"Don't do this," he begs her.
"Fall apart? I can't stop it."
"I promise that we'll get through this."
"I don't want to get through this."
"We can move on."
"I can't," she argues.
"We have to let go, we can't stop living our lives."
"I can. You act like nothing happened. Like our pet goldfish died, and it's not a big deal. This is a big deal. This is...I feel like I can't breathe."
"Just give it time."
"Give it time? What is that going to do? It's not going to fix it. It isn't going to make the pain go away. This isn't ever going to heal."
"It will. We can put this behind us. When you're ready we can talk about..."
She cuts him off, "I don't want to talk about it. I don't ever want to talk about it. I don't ever want to think about it, but I don't have a choice. How can you act like this doesn't bother you? How can you be so cold?"
"I can't let myself fall apart."
"You can't let yourself do a lot of things. Just once I wish you would do what I ask."
"I did."
"No, you never had. I asked you for one thing, and you couldn't even do that. It's your fault."
"Calm down."
"Don't tell me to calm down. I hate you. I will never forgive you. As long as I live I will never forgive you. I don't want this anymore. I don't have a reason to stay in this anymore. I have nothing to lose. The only reason I had to stay, is gone."
Cam sits at her desk. Her forearms rest on the surface of the desk, and her head rests on her forearms. Temperance enters the office, and closes the door behind her.
"Are you ok?"
"I'm fine Dr. Brennan," she lies.
"No you're not. What's going on?"
"I don't want to talk about it," she answers.
"I'm good at listening."
"Dr. Brennan, please."
"I know that some scars don't ever heal."
"What?" Cam's head pops up.
"Emotional scars. Some things never heal, no matter how much time we give them."
Cam studies Temperance carefully.
"You might be able to hide it from all of them, but I know. I might not be the best at reading people, but I know when people are hiding things."
"I'm not..."
"You don't have to lie to me. For yourself you might need to lie, but I know," she says softly.
"No," she disagrees.