'Well, let's see what the autopsy results show before we jump to any conclusions. But that might be why I'm getting the feeling that there's something familiar about the body. I certainly remember the case now you've mentioned it.'

There was a pause as the implications of the find sunk in.

Booth spent the rest of the morning refreshing his memory on the events of thirteen years ago.

Jeff Tracy – astronaut and first man on Mars. Jeff Tracy – first man to be catapulted out of the galaxy and survived almost eight years on an asteroid. Jeff Tracy – multibillionaire.

Jeff Tracy – philanthropist extraordinaire. Founder of International Rescue.

For weeks the news had been full of how his wife had taken their five children on a skiing vacation, how she and her eldest had been caught up in an avalanche whilst the others were on a different slope, how the eldest had been found but she had not.

The mother had needed to move in with her grandsons as NASA couldn't fit a shuttle to fetch Tracy home at such short notice and he still had another 2 months scheduled on the Moon. There had eventually been a malfunction that required immediate attention, and NASA scrambled a shuttle up there that brought the home.

Almost four weeks from the day of the avalanche Jeff Tracy set foot on Earth again.

There were pictures of the older kids being picked up from the hospital by their Grandmother, other shots from the schools and when Tracy arrived home. Pictures of the funeral. The images were few and grainy, not the best pictures at all, and Booth wondered if the better pictures had been culled from the net.

It wasn't until after lunch that he heard again from the Squints. From their faces it wasn't good news at all.

'John?'

'Yes, EOS?'

'Someone is running a search on your family.'

John frowned, putting aside his coffee and moving from the viewing room and into the hub. His fingers flew as he pulled up information on what exactly was being searched.

That the search came from the FBI and the Jeffersonian Institute at Washington DC was worrying enough. What worried John more was *who* they were searching.

Their Mom.

The avalanche.

John blanched, sitting back with his fingers twitching. He needed to let his brothers know. Especially Scott. Mind made up, he strode from the room.

'EOS, keep an eye on all the searches but do not interfere. We need to know what's going on.'

'FAB, John.'

'I'm going down. Let me know if anything happens.'

'Of course, John.'

As the elevator dropped John pulled up information on where his family were. Virgil and Alan were at Harvard where Alan was doing an engineering project. Gordon was with Penny. Kayo, Grandma and Dad were off the island, on one of Dad's check-ups. Brains was in his lab as always.

Scott was at the desk. Alone. Which is exactly what John wanted.

By the time the elevator had landed Scott was waiting for him. His brother looked relaxed and he threw John a grin, falling in beside him as they walked back up to the kitchen.

John hated to be the cause of wiping that smile off of Scott's face. It was still so new, seeing Scott relaxed, but he knew that his brother needed to know.

As if sensing that this trip was not going to be good news Scott frowned as he passed coffee over.

'John? What's up?'

'We may have a problem, Scott.'

Booth looked at the screen. Brennen, Cam and Angela were lined up to talk to him and they all looked really serious. He gestured for them to start and Angela cleared her throat.

'You were right, Booth. I made a sketch based on the tissue markers after Cam had finished. This is definitely Lucille Tracy.'

'Well, that's good, isn't it? We can finally lay her to rest and give the family closure. Right?'

'I'm afraid not, Booth.'

He looked to Cam, who sighed.

'Initial findings from the autopsy showed multiple wounds congruent with being tumbled in an avalanche as is known…'

'Well, that's good.'

'No, Booth. The avalanche was not cause of death. Dr Brennen?'

Booth switched attention to his partner.

'Bones don't lie, Booth! The body has evidence of multiple stab wounds to the torso, in particular to the chest and abdomen areas. We're still checking the bones to see which one was the fatal blow, but at this moment this is certain. Lucille Tracy didn't die in the avalanche.'