"So, my son is safe with aliens?" Booth asked, turning onto the highway.

"Are we going to have this conversation all the way to White Sands? Because I will jump out of a moving car if you do," Isabel snapped.

"Am I going to have to listen to you whining the entire way there?"

"Only if you stay away from the fact that your son is safe with us."

"Brennan," she answered her phone, barely hearing it above the fray. "Why didn't you tell me this before?...Alright…Yeah…Thanks, Angela." She snapped her phone shut and sighed deeply. "Angela found the child. He's nine-years-old, and his father works for the CIA, name: Samuel Loren."

"No idea who he is," he answered, feeling concerned by then.

"Booth, we're going to find them. I'm sure Max and Liz can say who they are when we find them. But for right now, we need to see who did this to the kid. We'll figure out where they are before they kill you and your son," Brennan said soothingly.

"They're almost worse than Michael and Maria," Isabel whined to Liz.

"Isabel, stop asking for attention," Liz replied, annoyed. When Isabel tried to retaliate, Liz talked over her. "I know that's who you are, but we need to trust them right now. They are a lot easier to comply with than Maria. At least one of them isn't irrational."

"You're essentially the Queen, so do I have to go with everything you say?"

"I'm not the Queen, and Max isn't the King. I don't think you're likely to betray us anytime soon. You're not Vilandra," Liz answered. "Just trust them because we don't have any other choice if we want to keep that kid safe."

"His name is Parker," Booth answered testily.

"I know!" Liz answered, equally angry. "Sorry."

It was quiet as they rolled along the road, but it was awkward. Liz and Isabel were feeling weird because they had a sister fight and neither one of them wanted to admit to each other that they were wrong. Booth and Brennan were feeling awkward because they were invading on another family setting, and an alien one at that. They didn't want to help either one of them for fear of repercussions of any kind.

Finally, Liz broke the silence by asking, "So, what are we going to do when we get there?"

"Check in with the Alamogordo Police?"

"Try with the Roswell Sherriff Department. It's the biggest police department that part of the state. But we can't go in with you; we're wanted there, and everyone in that town knows who we are. I should've told Valenti that we were going to have to go there," Liz advised.

"But there is a police department there?" Booth asked, looking for her in the mirror.

"Yes."

"Then we are going to the Chief of Police in Alamogordo," Booth confirmed. "That's where we'll go first, see the rangers and, if they know anything, take a look at the site where the body was buried."

"Right. I'll also look for bone fragments in the area."

"That won't be as easy. The light reflects off the gypsum in the area, making it all white. If the body decomposed in the area, any traces will be very hard to find," Liz added. She paused to see if Isabel would snap at anyone, but when she didn't, Liz continued. "We'll do this early in the morning. That way we don't get the midday glare of the gypsum and we don't have to deal with wild animals of any sort at night."

"Is it really hot during the summer?" Booth asked.

"Yeah. It can get above 110 degrees during the summer."

"Depending on how deeply buried he was, he could have either been boiled or chilled. I didn't see evidence either way of getting boiled chilled on the bones. He was probably placed there but moved before the skin was disintegrated."

"Oh, that's great! So, we're just looking for something that could tell us more about him?"

"Or other remains or bodies, yes. We need to look at the entire park."

"Do you know how big that is?" Liz asked testily. "Honestly, we'll be there a month if you dig down twelve feet. Not to mention the fact that it's a national park!"

"Another reason why it belongs to the FBI," Liz added. "Shouldn't you be able to pull some FBI tricks to get us to look at the place?"

"If it's a National Park; they won't be really happy if we trash the place. We can't just go walking around a national park looking for evidence."

"Unless it's a crime scene."

"Roswell news will be all over that," Isabel said, finally warming after some down time. "We can't risk being seen there. If anyone in Roswell knows about us and sees us on television, we'll be doomed."

"Look, it's just the two of you, and I'll get you out of it by naming you consultants for the case. You better be ready for a bloodbath, but it's my ass on the line if I pull all of these strings for you. They might not take any of it. We just have to be very convincing without sharing your secret," Booth explained.

"And we thank you for it. We'll just lie low and try to hide ourselves. Isabel, fancy a hamburger in Roswell?"

"We can't go there!"

"But they can. They can purchase some masks, we can change our faces, and we have our disguises outside of the hotel. By the way, we are going to stay in a decent hotel, and we'll all stay together. We'll need two connected rooms," Liz answered, anxiously jumping around in her seat.

"Slow down. Where are we going?" Booth asked.

"We are going to the Crashdown Café. It's in Roswell."

"We're not even close," Brennan responded.

"Yeah, but we'll need you to go there. Get some lunch, some pie for me, fries for Iz, and two masks. But don't mention anything about me and Isabel being back in town. I don't know how well he'll keep the secret then if there's a sighting. But we'll need those masks, and it'll keep my family going. I need you to do this," Liz pleaded suddenly.

"Fine, we'll do it."

"I'll have an Alien Blast."

"And I'll have the same thing," Brennan ordered with a smile on her face. She could tell immediately that it was Liz's father by his bone structure and stature. "This is the place. That was her father."

"Right. What kind of pie should we get for Liz and Isabel?"

"Don't say their names aloud," Brennan hissed. "They don't need any more attention than they already have with us." She readjusted herself so they could have a normal conversation. "Booth, what exactly do you want from us?"

"I don't get what you mean."

"Why me? I annoy you. I generally know more from a set of bones than a living, breathing human. I know more about the human anatomy than the mind. I have been denying you for ages, and I keep destroying your ego with my books. What's so great about me?"

"All but the last of those. I can probably help you with improving my character." Brennan reminded herself of the book that she deleted after reading it to Booth. She remembered how much of Booth she actually put in there. She created the character based off of real life, and she wondered what it would really be like to be married to Booth. Was it idealization, or really him?

"I bet you can't," she answered with a laugh. "I need good, strong characters, and you, well...let's leave it there."

"Thanks, Bones. Oh, feel free to take notes tonight."

"I have all I need. I'm just going to worry about the killer. I think that he's going through a dry spell."

"I'm about to eat lunch; I don't really want to go through this. We'll save that for tonight."

"Right. That was fast," she remarked as the food was served to them.

"Liz, isn't that Maria's mother?" Isabel asked, pointing out the front window.

"Yeah, that would be her," she answered, studying the familiar woman. "She's headed right toward us. What do we do?"

"Wait to see what she's going to do. If she read the diary, she might get suspicious if she's smart enough to recognize an FBI vehicle."

"I don't know. We can't call Valenti every time we need help. We're on our own. We can't be seen. And we're right around the Crashdown. We shouldn't really get out of the car."

"We don't have keys, either."

"We don't need keys, Isabel. But it'll raise suspicion on everyone's part if we start the car. We have to leave it, or they'll think we did something wrong," Liz said, whispering to evade being overheard. "Pretend like there's something on the seat. She might not recognize you." They both did just that, and Isabel began to form something out of the seat. "If she recognizes me, it's all over. She'll bring attention to me." When she thought she had passed by, she looked out the back window to find her reporting the car; she had seen the government car. Liz laughed a bit when Mrs. DeLuca began to yell into the phone.

"What now?"

"Answer the phone?"

"I can't retrace a phone call that has already been made, it would be even more suspicious."

"What do you think she's reporting?" She went silent to hear what the woman was saying. She heard the words 'Maria,' 'criminal,' 'wrongfully so,' 'FBI,' and definitely "repayment for the wrongful criminalization of my daughter and her freedom from the FBI's investigation."

"I'd say she thinks that the FBI is still after her. We made a mistake; Booth will get hurt if my parents or Maria's mother find out that he's an agent. We're the only ones that can stop it."

"We can't go in there. Even if they know, they'll tell if they do what they did to Max."

"They aren't your parents, why would you care? I'm going in. Are you coming?"

Isabel sighed. "Yeah. But I'm going to blast Mrs. DeLuca when we get out."

"Fine."

Isabel did so and they went to the front. Before they entered, Liz and Isabel hovered for a moment before walking boldly into the café. They managed to get over to the table and sit down without a fuss.

"Didn't Booth tell you to stay in the car?" Brennan asked, standing up.

"They're asking our parents about us, the FBI. They might go to torture. You're not safe here. I know that they will only hurt you because you're FBI unless we tell them that you are safe because we're protecting you. We can trust my parents, I think," Liz whispered.

"Lizzie," her father said slowly from a few booths down. "Lizzie!"

"And here we go."

"Dad, I can't stay long. I need you to wave the fees for their meal, and I need some masks. Oh, and some pie. Fries, Iz?"

"Sure."

"Five minutes," Liz noted to her father.

"Can't I have any…"

"No. We don't have a lot of time. Oh, do also mind if we take some Tabasco sauce?" Liz interrupted.

"You know where everything is. Booth, Brennan, everything's in the back. Dad, get that pie and fries and put their food and drinks on the house. We'll take what we need from the back. I'm really sorry I'm doing this to you."

"Don't worry about it." He just stood there, but when Liz urged him he got right back into it.

"I can't find anything here," Brennan insisted.

"Okay. I'll do it." Liz found the needed items in an instant and Isabel grabbed several bottles of Tabasco sauce and waited for Liz's father to get the fries. She went into the kitchen and hid from the front of the restaurant. "Dad, you can't tell anyone you were here. I know the FBI is investigating you. Don't tell them. I won't tell you where we're going for your safety. You can't tell Maria's mother we were here. Or Mom. It'll hurt them if you do. You never saw us."

"They have your mother."

"Where is she?" she asked.

"They rebuilt Roger's Air Base. I think they're there."

"Okay. I'm with an agent. He's safe. We'll try to get her out if we have time. We have to go." She realized she had been handed a lot of fries and an entire pie and four utensils; he was definitely concerned. "I love you."

She ran to put the rest of the items in the bag, save for the pie, and ran out with the other three. They got into the car quickly and began to leave from their alley. "We saw Maria's mother, but she began to report us. We picked up from her that our parents are getting investigated by the FBI Special Unit. Apparently they're back to together, or so we think. My father would go far to protect his little girl from anything. If he found out that you were FBI before I told him so, he might hurt you, which will go against my promise. I told him because he'll trust my every word these days."

"And Maria's mother?"

"She'll do the same for her daughter. If she saw me, she would break in a torture session. I'm sure she could withstand a lot, but if they do what they did to Max…" Liz broke off, but she repaired herself and began to hand out items. "Do you guys need anything?"

"Fortunately, we got to eat most of them. Alien Blasts?"

"It's the most famous place to go in Roswell. Of course it's alien themed."

"Really dignified," Isabel sniggered, accepting some fries.

"Liz, thanks for getting us out of there without spending any money."

"Don't always count on it. That's really the only place where I can pull strings. Well, Maria's mom's shop, but we can't go there. We need to get to Alamogordo now."

"Liz, what was your dad concerned about back there?" Isabel asked, looking to her sister worriedly.

"They rebuilt Roger's and the Special Unit. They're using it as a base of operations."

"Good thing we know where to stay away from," Booth said, denying fries.

"They have my mother there."

"Liz, we aren't here for a rescue operation. We can't just walk into Roger's and expect to get do a rescue operation. Especially since it was formed to exterminate us."

"I would do it for Diane Evans, no questions asked," Liz retorted.

Conceding to her sister-in-law's compassion, Isabel said, "We'll need a plan."

"While they are working on the case, we can plan a way to get it back. We'll rescue anyone who is there."

"And do what? Have them join us? They're going to be tortured if we rescue them and they get recovered."

"Isabel, we can slowly take out the Special Unit. From the inside."

"They'll think that it's really weird if we stay longer. We can't just use pure leverage to get in there."

"If you take one of these napkins, we can transform this into an ID card. We also have the masks. We can create our own identities and gain access to it. We've done it before," Liz explained quickly. "You in?"

"If you're supposed to protect me, you can't do that while committing espionage and possibly murder of federal agents," Booth insisted.

"So, we're not supposed to kill the people that made us become invisible?" Isabel asked, biting on a fry haughtily. "Not to mention the fact that they are hurting our parents. We might get black-listed for it in your book, but what would you do if someone made you a criminal because you're a little different, but a good person?"

"Don't do it. It'll just make you even worse on the list, especially mine. If you have to protect me, then you have to stay with me," Booth said with finality.

"Fine," both replied, exchanging discreet looks.