A/N: Lots of info in this chapter. Enjoy. :)

Chapter 4

Autumn Acres, Hagerstown, Maryland, Thursday at 5:50 pm

"We'd like to see a Mr. Greg Butter," Booth flashed his FBI badge at the receptionist.

"He's eating dinner now, let me call the Nursing Supervisor," the woman said giving Booth a big smile. He played along and gave her one back. Brennan was tempted to say something but the phone rang and the receptionist answered it.

"Sandy, I have the FBI at the Front Desk," she said. Neither partner could hear the conversation on the other end but they had a pretty good idea the head nurse was flipping out.

"Uh huh, I know but the conference room is unlocked," the receptionist said. A few more words were exchanged and then she hung up.

"Sandy will be right up. If you could wait in the Solarium, she'd appreciate that," she explained.

"Thank you," Booth gave her a smile and then went to find a seat with Brennan close behind.

"I thought we talked about flirting," the forensic anthropologist said in a low tone.

"Sometimes you have to be nice to get what you want Bones. Besides that wasn't flirting. At least not on my part," Booth gave her a look. It seemed that Bones had a sense of jealousy lately but he shrugged it off. It took them a long time to admit to each other their feelings and in the beginning he was sure Bones had to admit it to herself. Getting attached was something she didn't try to do. Fear of losing everything was still on her mind. He'd sworn to her he's never leave and he intended to keep that promise.

"Hi, I'm Sandy," the Nursing Supervisor broke his thoughts.

"Hello, I'm Special Agent Seeley Booth and this is my partner Dr. Temperance Brennan from the Jeffersonian. We'd like to speak to Mr. Greg Butter," the introduction made the G-man looked at the nurse's reaction.

"Why don't we talk in the conference room?" Sandy asked. Booth nodded and the three walked to the door near the reception desk and down a short hallway to the conference room. Once inside the Nursing Supervisor shut the door.

"Can I ask what this is about?" She wanted to know as she took a seat.

"We are investigating the disappearance of his son Sam. His body turned up early this morning at Antietam National Battlefield," Booth explained sitting next to Brennan.

"Oh dear. Well I'm not sure if anyone told you but Mr. Butter has Alzheimer's," Sandy said.

"So Sheriff Townshend informed us. We'd like to talk to him, just to see if he has any information," the FBI agent told her.

"Well in order to slow the process of the disease, we try to keep Greg's routine the same. It helps him remember what day it is and it seems to be working although some days are better than others too," the nurse hoped they would understand.

"Have you tried to give him medicine? There are drugs out there to slow the process of Alzheimer's," Brennan questioned.

"We tried but after he had a bad reaction to it we stopped. It interfered with his other medications and his family would rather have him alive than drop dead of a heart attack. Greg could live for another two or three years," Sandy told them.

"Family? We were under the impression Greg had no family," Booth gave her a look.

"He has a brother that comes to visit and he has power of attorney," Sandy looked confused.

"What's his brother's name?" The G-man asked.

"Randy Butter," the nurse told them.

"When does he come to visit?" Booth wanted to know.

"Every Saturday night after dinner," Sandy said. Brennan looked to Booth and he shook his head.

"According to Greg's file, he has no next of kin. He was an only child and both his wife and son are dead. After talking with Greg, I'm going to call my supervisor. We'll try to nab this guy playing his brother," the FBI agent told her.

"All right, call tomorrow morning and you can talk to the head of our facility, his name is Joe Waff," Sandy let them know.

"Thank you. Can we talk to Mr. Butter now?" Booth asked. Sandy nodded and led them back out of the conference room and down to Greg's unit. They found the elder Mr. Butter sitting in a chair in the lounge room.

"Hello Greg. This nice people are here to see you," Sandy smiled hoping that the man would be in one of his more lucid moods.

"My show is on soon," he smiled back.

"My name is Seeley and this is Temperance," Booth started.

"Good names," Greg replied.

"I've always liked mine. Do you mind if we talk about your son?" The FBI agent asked.

"My son?" Greg looked confused.

"Sam," Brennan clarified.

"I haven't seen him in years," the old man said.

"We know. We found him," Brennan told him.

"Where?" Greg wanted to know.

"He was buried at Antietam," the forensic anthropologist explained.

"Sharpsburg," Mr. Butter corrected. Brennan leaned over to Booth and whispered,

"He's having a more lucid moment. They only call Antietam, Sharpsburg down in the South." Her partner gave her a look and whispered back,

"But we aren't in the South," This gave Brennan a pause as Booth continued,

"So when did you last speak to Sam?"

"Nineteen eighty," Greg told them.

"Sir, you reported him missing in nineteen eighty-one," Booth said. This caused the old man to pause. After a few minutes he shook his head,

"Whatever you say,"

"Did you have an argument with Sam?" Booth asked.

"No," Greg answered.

"Did your wife?" Booth wondered.

"No," Greg responded. Now it was Booth's turn to shake his head. This conversation wasn't going anywhere fast and there was no way to tell if what Mr. Butter had been saying was true.

"A man sought satisfaction," the old man said suddenly.

"Who?" Brennan asked.

"Buried as a Yankee," Greg told them. Both partners looked at each other. There was no way he could have known that unless he was there. They were going to ask him more questions when Greg suddenly had an outburst.

"I can't remember damn it!"

"Ok we're done here," Sandy said as she tried to calm the old man down. Booth sighed and the two partners headed for the exit. Winding their way down the hall, Brennan couldn't get something Greg said out of her head.

"Well that was completely useless," Booth let out a sigh.

"You don't believe him?" His partner wondered.

"It doesn't make sense. He couldn't remember the year he last saw his son but he remembered something about satisfaction and being buried as a Yankee," Booth gave her a look as they exited the nursing home and headed for the SUV.

"That could be associated with his knowledge of history. Only Union soldiers were buried at Antietam National Cemetery, hence why he said 'buried as a Yankee'," Brennan explained.

"But the Butters didn't live in Confederate territory. Why would he say things like 'Sharpsburg' and 'Yankee'?" Booth questioned.

"Perhaps his file will explain things better. You only asked for next of kin when Steve called you," his partner reminded him as they entered the SUV and took off toward the highway and Washington D.C

To Be Continued…