Bones: Yanks in the UK Part II
September 11th 2008 17:20
The divorce papers have been signed and Angela and Hodgins are inviting everyone to a celebratory lunch. Even newcomer Clark, who is more concerned about cataloguing all the remains before Bones gets back from London.
Just as they’re all about to head out, who should show up but Grayson. He just wanted to tell Angela goodbye, and that her happiness is all he wants. If she should decided in a month or a year that she’s changed her mind, well, he’ll still be there. Hodgins thanks him but assures him that Angela won’t be needing to contact him anymore.
Angela thanks Grayson and Cam offers to drive him to the airport. Clark insists that he really doesn’t need to be included in everything that goes on in the lab. Especially all that personal stuff.
~*~*~
London
Booth tries to load the cab with all of Bones’s gifts she got from the students at Oxford. And there are quite a lot of them! He on the other hand, is perfectly happy with his one Bobble-head Bobby.
Bones: What is that?
Booth : It’s a bobble-head bobby!
Bones : That’s all you got?
Booth : What? It’s a real nice one!
They continue to try and load the car as Booth tells Bones that any guy (in this case Dr. Wexler) who wouldn’t call her can’t be that great of a guy. And no, she shouldn’t call him.
~*~*~
Back in the US, it seems Cam and Grayson have become a little, uh, distracted on their way to the airport. I see no airplane in that bed!
Cam: I’m sorry they cancelled your flight.
Grayson: I’m not.
Cam: Neither am I. I was just trying to be polite.
She kisses him again…
~*~*~
Still packing the car, Booth says he’s glad to be going home, but he thinks maybe we dropped too many of the English formalities. Like, you know, royalty…knighthood.
Booth: Sir Seeley Booth. It just sounds right.
Booth gets a call and as Bones insists that she doesn’t need a title to feel rewarded for her work, she notices a serious look cross her partner’s face.
Bones: What?
Booth: It’s Dr. Wexler…
~*~*~
Back at the lab, Clark, Angela, and Hodgins hover over some remains and Clark is confused when Angela suggests they look at Jamaica.
Clark: No evidence suggests the Caribbean.
Hodgins: For our wedding.
Clark: Right, what was I thinking? Oh I was focusing on my work.
Hodgins: You’ll be in love one day to Clark.
Clark: Yes, but today I am alone. And happily dating multiple women so I can concentrate on my *work* and not get fired.
Angela: I also know this little island off the coast of Maine…
Clark: Of course you do.
Cam walks in.
Cam: Sorry, what’d I miss?
Clark: We’re deciding between Maine and Jamaica for the wedding.
Hodgins: Did Angela’s ex get off okay?
Cam: Whoa! Sorry?
Hodgins: You took him to the airport…
Cam: Oh, off. Yes, he’s off. And gone.
Angela: Great. Thank you for doing that.
Cam: Any time. Either Maine or Jamaica you can’t really go wrong. I should…bye.
She awkwardly leaves quickly and Hodgins and Angela just look at each other. Okay that was weird…
~*~*~
Back in London, Booth and Bones make their way through the crime scene to find Inspector Pritchard. What happened? She hands Booth a gun, commenting that they said they were the best. Bones still doesn’t get it.
Booth: I think Inspector Prichard is asking us to stay, Bones.
Bones: You want me to look at some remains?
The Inspector nods, clearly shaken up. They glance towards a smoldering apartment window. A window belonging to none other than Dr. Ian Wexler. Booth asks her if she’s ready for this, and Bones gives him a determined nod. They head upstairs.
They walk into a very burned up apartment and head over to an equally charred body on the bed. Bones glances at it and determines the markers are consistent with Ian’s build and age, but she’ll need access to the lab to be sure. Booth tells both women how sorry he is. It’s not easy losing a partner.
Pritchard tells them they think it was a gas explosion. Booth surveys the area. Looks like Ian was drinking…and is that a cigarette? Yes, but as far as Pritchard knows, Ian didn’t smoke. The kettle is on, but there’s still water in it.
Pritchard: Water on the boil does tend to evaporate Agent Booth. Look, we don’t expect foul play, we just want Dr. Brennan to give us a definitive identification.
Booth: It doesn’t evaporate if the stove wasn’t lit…
Pritchard. Oh. Perhaps even British resolve takes a knock when one loses one’s partner.
Bones determines that Ian was knocked out before the fire. This was definitely not an accident.
~*~*~
Cam is carefully trying to remove a brain from a head as Sweets enters the room.
Sweets: You wanted to see me—Oh man that is so cool.
Cam: Not while you’re here Dr. Sweets.
Sure, but he’s still amazed that all our hopes and desires and fantasies can “all reside in three pounds of tissue”.
“Yeah well,” she tells him, looking up from the brain. “Some part of this little devil made me sleep with Angela’s ex.”
Sweets is shocked. “You slept with Angela’s ex?!”
“Shhh, a little discretion please.”
“I might say the same to you!”
Cam tells him that she doesn’t know how it happened, but Grayson’s flight was cancelled, and she was waiting at the hotel, and well, she thought she’d see what all the fuss was about.
Sweets: And was there fuss?
Cam: Yes. Well deserved fuss.
Sweets: Why exactly?
Cam: You’re here as a shrink Dr. Sweets? Not as a guest on Loveline.
Sweets: Yes, fine, sorry.
So, what should she do? Cam confesses that she wants to tell Angela because they’re friends and she doesn’t want her to find it out some other way and make seem like she’s hiding something (Which, Sweets points out that she wants to because she’s feeling guilty right? Right.)
But Grayson’s gone now, right. Almost…Almost? Yeah, she’s seeing him again tonight.
Sweets laughs. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Neither did I.”
Right, well anyway…Sweets tells her that it’s normal to feel guilt. “Which is centered right here,” he adds pointing to the brain.
“Dr. Sweets—”
“Right. Um, you feel you have no right to pleasure because it comes at the expense of your friends.”
“Yes! Your good.”
But Grayson’s leaving, so she could just not say anything and hope it goes away right? Nope. Sweets tells her that she’ll still be carrying around all that anxiety every time she saw Angela. Plus Angela is a very open-minded by nature, she’s happy with Hodgins. He advises her to just clear the air with Angela so they can all go on with their life.
“Right. Of course,” Cam says. “Thank you.”
“Can I touch the brain just once? As a reward?”
“Just once.”
Sweets pokes the brain and grins. “Squishy!”
Angela walks in and tells them that she just got off the phone with Bones. Her friend Wexler’s been killed in a fire. Scotland Yard’s sending the remains to Wexler’s lab, but they’ll be in touch with Bones via their video link.
Cam rushes off to tell Hodgins and Clark and Angela leaves. Sweets processes this news a solemn second, then turns and touches the brain one last time since Cam is out of the room.
~*~*~
Oxford classroom
Inspector Pritchard is struggling with having to tell the classroom full of students that they haven’t yet confirmed that it’s Dr. Wexler, but…well in cases like this…
Booth leans over and whispers to Bones, and she takes over, stepping up to tell the class that her preliminary findings is that yes, it is Dr. Wexler. The students are horrified and saddened at the same time. Many start to cry. She tells them that they haven’t ruled out foul play. They could use any information any of the students can give them.
The announcement over, Bones and Inspector Prichard step back to talk to Booth. He thinks they should talk to two of Ian’s students that had been helping him on the dig first. Prichard reminds him that she’s still the lead on this investigation and there is a proper chain of command.
Bones just looks at her like she’s crazy. “Why are you talking to him like that, you asked us to stay.”
“I feel as though it ought to be clear.”
“You gave him a gun!”
“Bones, it’s okay,” Booth softly interrupts. He assures the inspector that they’re just there to help. Clearly he understands that going back to formalities is the way Pritchard is dealing with her partner’s death.
Inspector Pritchard thanks them and leaves.
~*~*~
Later on, Booth and Prichard talk to the two students, Vera and Cyril, who saw Dr. Wexler the night before last. They ask what’s going to happen to the dig they were helping him on now that Dr. Wexler is dead? Booth tells them they’re going to need to talk to them again after Dr. Brennan confirms cause of death.
~*~*~
Bones is talking to the Squints via the video uplink. Hodgins asks to see his feet and if he can get more samples. Angela asks how she’s doing, and she says she trying to focus on finding the killer…
The x-rays are uploaded and sent to the team. Clark notices it looks like he was hit on the head by a small object, a hammer maybe? They find some kind of plastic on the top of Ian’s left femur and Angela asks to be sent some high resolution photos to help figure out what it is.
Angela tells her about the divorce papers. The wedding’s back on! Bones congratulations her and Cam quickly ends the conversation with, “Yep, hard to believe, well we’ll talk soon!”
Bones resumes her analysis, talking into a recorder. She looks at the plastic some more, then picks up the phone. When Booth answers, she asks, “Where would Ian get a poker chip marked “HGC”?
~*~*~
Highgate Gentlemen’s Club
Booth and Pritchard are talking with owner out on the steps, who is shocked to find out that Dr. Wexler is dead. Two nights ago he was buying drinks for his friend, not a care in the world.
Booth: Was he with a woman?
Pritchard: No this is a Gentleman’s Club Agent Booth.
Booth: I didn’t see a stage, or a pole, or dancers or anything like that.
Pritchard quickly explains, “No, uh, an English Gentleman’s Club is for actual English Gentlemen.”
Oh. Okay then, getting back to Dr. Wexler, he did owe money. When Booth asks how much, the man hesitates and talks about discretion. Pritchard tells him, “Scotland Yard will guarantee the FBI’s discretion. Isn’t that right Agent Booth?”
“Hmmm? Oh yeah, right.” Booth shrugs, apparently too busy doing the intimidating stare thing to be paying attention to what Pritchard was saying.
The Gentleman’s Club man tells them that Ian owed over five thousand pounds. He paid it off in cash. Where’d he get that kind of money? The guy doesn’t know…but he does have security camera footage on his phone of a very drunk Ian being pulled out of the club by two men, one of which has a tattoo on his wrist.
Pritchard takes one look at it and rushes off, clearly bothered by something she saw. The guy assures Booth that he wouldn’t have let them take Ian if he knew they were going to kill him. Booth tells him not to beat himself up about it, he did the best he could. He pats the guy on the back and heads after Pritchard.
~*~*~
Back at the Jeffersonian Cam tells Angela that Ian’s blood alcohol level was .81, no drugs or evidence of nicotine were found in his system—proof again that the cigarette was put there to justify the explosion.
What has Clark found out? Evidence of strenuous repetitive motion usually found in someone who crews on a professional rowing team, and that the victim’s frontal bone fracture was probably caused by a head-butt.
Cam asks Angela what she’s working on, and after Angela tells her, starts to leave, then stops and blurts out, “Oh and one other thing. I slept with your husband—EX husband.”
Angela: What?
Clark: Goodbye.
Clark tries to make a run for it, but Cam grabs him back, saying she needs a witness. She tells Angela what happened that that she feels really weird about it. Poor Clark is forced to stand there and listen as Angela thinks this over, then says that it’s okay. She’s divorced now, and she got what she wanted out of him (obviously Cam did too).
Shocked, Cam just tells her that she’s an amazing person and Clark makes a run for it. Hodgins appears, asking why Angela is amazing now? Cam tells him and Hodgins agrees with Angela, why should she care, she’s marrying him?
Cam: And he’ll be gone in a day.
Hodgins does a double-take. “He’s still here? Well…that, must have gone well…”
Cam gets them back on track, and Hodgins shows her that the particulates on Ian's clothes indicate he was by Henley-on-Thames, a popular rowing site, within 24 hours of his death. Well, that could explain the strenuous repetitive motion.
Good job team.
~*~*~
Booth and Bones show up at the Henley-on-Thames, to question LAKE and PALMER, Wexler's rowing teammates. On their way over, Bones asks why she’s doing this with her instead of Inspector Pritchard.
Booth: Oh come on Bones, I mean you and me? We’re the real deal.
Plus he realizes that Pritchard is having a tough time with this. “I mean, I would too if you were killed,” he admits.
“Well yeah,” Bones answers, “You’re sentimental that way.”
Booth walks over to the two “blokes” (Bones: Blokes? Booth: Yeah, I’m feeling at home.) He taps one of the guys on the shoulder with his badge and starts in with the “FBI I just have a few questions…” speech, but the guy just ignores him and goes back to cleaning his boat.
Booth is not used to people shrugging him off, and tries again, but they guy just tells him he must be lost and to try swimming back across the big pond where he might find some yanks who he can ask whatever he wants.
“Alright.” Booth gets it. The guy starts to leave and he catches his arm. “Excuse me—”
BAM! The guy head-butts Booth and then lets out a cry on his way down. He struggles to get back up as Bones explains who they are and Booth just frowns at him, completely un-phased by the sudden attack.
Ian’s crewmate gets up, rubbing his head, “The guy’s got a head like a boulder!”
Booth just shrugs his affirmative as the other crewmate comes over to join in the conversation. Lake and Palmer tell Booth and Bones that they’re surprised that “lady partner” of Ian’s didn’t kill him. Bones is surprised that Pritchard and Wexler had a sexual relationship and Ian’s teammate just tells her that Ian isn’t exactly the faithful type, so if he promised her something—
Booth cuts in, “He’s dead. He was murdered.”
Both men are caught off-guard. Ian’s dead? They had a race this afternoon. Booth and Bones notice Lake’s tattoo, and they admit to pulling him out of the bar because they needed him sober for the race. They insist they didn’t kill him though.
When Booth asks them if they head-butted Ian just like Lake did to him a few moments ago, Palmer and Lake tell him that another member of a different crew team, JASPER FERRY, did it.
~*~*~
Cut to: Booth trying to stare down Jasper, who just so happens to be a Royal Guard.
Bones: Booth he’s not going to talk to you, it’s a tradition.
Booth: I know that Bones, but I think I almost got him. There’s a little sweat coming off the side of his face.
Pritchard shows up, telling Booth she’ll have to arrest him if he attempts to mess with a Royal Guard. Booth assures her he’s just waiting for Mr. Ferry to get off duty. Pritchard sighs and tells them that Ferry didn’t kill Ian. Then she tells them basically everything they just found out from Lake and Palmer, including how they must have found out about the well-deserved head-butt.
Booth: Why is everybody always head-butting everyone around here? What’s wrong with a good sock to the jaw?
Both women ignore him as Bones asks, “Well deserved? Why well deserved?”
Pritchard glances at the guard then sighs and tells them, “Ian was shagging Jasper Ferry’s sister.” The Royal Guard’s eyes shoot to her.
“Oh!” Booth asks her how she figured that one out, and Pritchard tells them it was a revolutionary technique involving asking a series of questions to a murder victim’s friends.
Booth is not amused. Pritchard tells them she’s impressed that their scientists can come up with almost the same amount of information from a few particulates. She looks at them smugly, “Almost as much.”
Pritchard walks off, and Bones is insulted. “Almost as much?”
As Bones is contemplating this comment, Booth leans over to Jasper Ferry and whispers, “Look, I’m sorry about your sister.”
The Royal Guard gives him a barely perceptible nod.
~*~*~
Cam and Sweets are walking through the lab, and Cam sincerely thanks him again for helping her with her Angela-Grayson problem.
Sweets: You’re welcome, it’s always best to be honest.
Cam: Good! *swipes her card through the platform entrance* Then I can tell you, it was tough to take you seriously at first, I mean, you don’t even look old enough to drive, so I thought, how could you possibly have any valid insight?
Sweets reminds her that he has two doctorates, but Cam still didn’t think that that meant he could help her in these types of situations, being so young and all. Yeah he gets it.
They join Hodgins and Angela. She asks them about their work, and they’re both short with her. Sweets gets the ‘uh-oh’ look, and a confused Cam just frowns as Angela walks off and Hodgins gets up to follow her, reminding Cam that “You know, we’ve been doing an excellent job around here even before you showed up, so, regulate yourself, okay?”
A speechless Cam watches them both walk away as Sweets says, “I think maybe there’s still some unresolved issues.”
~*~*~
Back in London, Pritchard tells Booth and Bones that they’re still questioning the female students. Apparently they all thought they were special to Ian.
“Is that what you thought?” Booth casually asks, and she tells them that she sees they’ve been asking their own questions too.
As they await her answer, Pritchard laughs it off, then when she realizes they’re serious, says, “I’m British first, a cop second, and a woman third, it’s a miracle it ever came to light.”
Bones asks her, “For how long?” and Pritchard tells her it’s irrelevant. What made Ian so good was all that practice. At Booth and Bones’s reactions, she asks, “Sorry, was that indiscrete? I thought Americans were all brash and forthright.”
“And here I thought the Brits were all frustrated sexually and repressed,” Booth answers.
They’re interrupted by the ring of Bones’s cell phone. She talks to Cam and Clark and finds out that Ian was stabbed to death. Did Pritchard find any weapon at Ian’s apartment that could have been used to stab him? No. And she was there the whole time.
When neither Booth or Bones say anything, Pritchard is surprised. “You’re doubting me.”
Bones: Yes.
Booth: Wouldn’t you?
~*~*~
Bones rushes after Inspector Pritchard who insists that her relationship with Ian has nothing to do with how she’s investigating his murder. Besides, she tells Bones that she’s painfully naïve if she thinks she herself was limited to seeing Ian, as she’s sure Dr. Brennan’s is not either.
Bones: I didn’t sleep with Ian.
Pritchard: *finally stops to look at her* You didn’t?
Bones: No.
Pritchard: Why not? You obviously fancied each other.
Yes, Bones noticed their attraction for each other, but she didn’t sleep with him, “Because of Booth.”
“Ooohh,” Pritchard says, the light dawning. “You know, I suspected that you two might be more than just partners.”
“On no no, that’s incorrect,” Bones quickly clarifies. “Booth advised me not to sleep with Ian because Booth didn’t want me to be another notch on Ian’s bedpost.”
Pritchard, on the other hand, saw it like climbing Everest. “Of course it’s been done before but the experience is still breathtaking.”
Bones can empathize with that, and they continue on down the street, no longer butting heads. Why didn’t Pritchard tell them? Because she didn’t want to be taken off the case for this very reason.
She gets to her car, and pulls out a writ-of-release signed by Wexler. It states that the dig site was worthless. The document means Frampton could begin building his development on Ian’s dig site. Could he have forced Wexler to sign it before murdering him? Pritchard suggests Bones and Booth ask him about it.
Okay. Bones starts to leave, but Pritchard adds one more thing. “Oh, word to the wise Dr. Brennan. I’d encourage you not to forego Everest.”
Bones is confused. “But it’s too late, Ian’s dead.”
“Oh yes, of course,” Pritchard answers, adding with a knowing smile, “To who else could I be referring to other than Ian?”
Bones frowns, taking a moment to let this sink in.
~*~*~
Back in Frampton’s office, Bones tells him that the fire was not the cause of death. Booth points out that nothing stands in the rich man’s way, like say, a historical dig? They pull out the document, pointing out that they couldn’t help noticing how recently Ian had signed it. Roger is offended. “So I was so inspired by the sadistic murder of my daughter I thought I would try one myself.” If there’s nothing else, this interrogation is over.
~*~*~
Hodgins calls in with more findings: mercury fulminate on the victim. Lots of it. But he’s going to need more samples. Bones tells him that that’s fine with her, but that Scotland Yard needs Cam to call it in.
Hodgins sighs. “Right. Because nothing can possibly happen without her.”
Bones frowns at the phone. “Is everything okay Hodgins?”
“Sure, yeah,” he says, forcing himself to sound like it really is. “I’ll get our all-powerful leader to send in the requests.”
~*~*~
Sweets enters his office, thanking them all for coming. Angela, Hodgins, and Cam are all lined up like kids in the principal’s office.
Angela: Cam said we had to.
Hodgins: Or lose our jobs.
Cam: For insubordination.
Sweets: Oh, I was kinda hoping that you all came of your own volition with an eye toward ameliorating an intense situation.
He sits down in front of them all.
“Can’t you just tell her not to be so bossy?” Hodgins asks, to which Cam replies, “I’m your *boss*.”
Sweets tells them it’s very important to realize that Cam’s done nothing to merit their anger…as their boss. However, by bringing Grayson into this the way she did, she’s made them both realize how much they impact their lives and their relationship.
Hodgins: Angela and I love each other and are getting married.
Sweets: I know…why did you think I was questioning that?
Angela: Look, Shrinky, don’t go making problems where there aren’t any okay?
She turns to Cam and tells her that next time she drives somebody to the airport, she should just let them fly out. Cam thinks this all would have been a whole lot easier if she’d just kept her mouth shut.
Sweets: Nonsense, you’re all friends. I’m sure now that you all see the situation for what it is, you’ll know how to move through it, am I right?
Hodgins turns to Angela. “I think Dad wants us to apologize.”
Sweets grins. You got that right!
“I apologize for…” Cam pauses, then mumbled, “Sleeping with people.”
Angela sighs and begrudgingly admits, “I apologize for snapping at you after basically giving you permission to sleep with people.”
Hodgins just scoffs at them both. So that means it’s all good now? Sweets grins. That’s what happens when people are open and honest with each other. Oh and when they have a highly trained mediator of course.
“Fine,” Hodgins grumbles. “I’m sorry for being so cranky….Which,” he can’t stop from adding, “is my basic personality, so it just seems stupid to apologize—”
Angela hits him in the arm. “Hodgins, would you just—”
“I apologize.”
Sweets grins.
~*~*~
Back in London at Ian’s dig site, Vera and Cyril are shocked that Dr. Wexler would sign such a paper. According to the document, they have to be out in two days!
Pritchard shows up with evidence that Roger Frampton did indeed bribe Ian to sign off on the site for 25,000 pounds. So that’s how Ian paid off his debts.
~*~*~
Back in the lab, Hodgins and Clark conclude that the mercury fulminate was on the murder weapon and transferred to the body during the attack. Good, they’ll start looking for a possible weapon. Something rough, like a stick maybe.
~*~*~
Back in London, Booth is still going on about how he thinks Sir Seeley Booth sounds pretty good to him. He clinks his glass with Bones as she asks, “What makes you think that you would be knighted?”
“Come on, you’re serious, right? Please.”
Pritchard walks in, surprised to find they seem to be relaxing. Yeah, Booth’s finally getting into the whole England thing. She thinks he’s got what it takes to be a knight right? She looks at him. That’s not his first pint is it? Nope.
Pritchard hands over new evidence linking Cyril to a possible bombing group that may have used mercury fulminate—a link Bones picks up on.
Booth catches up to Vera and Cyril walking down the street still discussing what Dr. Wexler did or didn’t do. He tells Vera Bones wants to see her in the lab. When Pritchard confronts him with his mug shot, he almost laughs it off, insisting that he was never really an active member of the group, he mostly joined just to meet girls. Plus he was out of town when Ian was murdered. They can call his mom for proof. They ate eel that night. It’s his favorite dish.
~*~*~
Bones goes back over the remains again (as Booth wonders if they ever made a Frankenstein movie in this dungeon-looking lab), specifically looking at a bone Clark discovered when reconstructing the skeleton. A shattered section of a femur was found with Ian’s remains, but the thing is, it’s not his. Every piece of bone they have was found at the crime scene.
Looks like they found their murder weapon.
Booth: Live by the bone, die by the bone it’s—*at both women’s look* Sorry.
The two thousand year old femur proves that the dig site Ian was working really did have Bronze Age historical value.
Symbolic death? Booth doesn’t think so. The crime scene was set up too nicely. The killer didn’t act symbolically, they acted out of rage.
~*~*~
Back in the US, Hodgins and Angela are eating at the diner, discussing how surprised they are to find out that Sweets is actually good at his job! Hodgins asks her, “Did you understand you weren’t actually mad at Cam?”
No, she was. Hodgins doesn’t understand. Now that she’s divorced why should she care about Cam and Grayson.
Angela: Well, for the same reason you’re not fine with him still being in town.
Hodgins: But if everything’s over, then…why do you care who he sleeps with?
Angela stares at him a second, then asks, “Why do you care that he’s still in town?”
Uh-oh, this is not going well.
Hodgins insists that he doesn’t care that Grayson’s still in town, but Angela counters, “Obviously you do. If you were 100 percent certain with me you wouldn’t care. But you do.”
Hodgins: If you were 100 percent certain you didn’t want him, you wouldn’t care that Cam slept with him…
Angela starts to realize something…
Angela: You don’t trust me.
Hodgins: Saying that means you don’t trust me.
Angela: How can two people who don’t trust each other get married?
Hodgins tries with, “I thought we did trust each other.”
“I did too…Two people who don’t trust each other shouldn’t be together at all.”
Hodgins is shocked. “You really think that?”
“Don’t you?”
Yeah he does but…Suddenly the realization hits them at the same time. (Noooo!
)Hodgins: I don’t know what happened.
Angela: I don’t either. But I know it did happen.
She gets up to leave, then pauses, to add sadly,
Angela: You know, all you had to do was trust me.
Hodgins: Hey you’re the one that’s leaving.
Angela: You’re the one who isn’t stopping me.
~*~*~
Back in London, Booth, Bones, Pritchard, Vera, and Cyril are at the dig site again. Bones figures out that the mercury fulminate came from a 17th century tannery. They head over to a covered part of the site, and Bones asks Booth to help her uncover it.
Underneath, she finds another Bronze Age bone chip. Cyril is shocked and Booth asks Vera why she covered it up if there was proof that the dig was real. She insists that she didn’t know, that Dr. Wexler told her to cover up the spot so she did.
Uh-huh.
Bones realizes that Vera would have scraped her palm if she stabbed him. Vera quickly hides her hand, a gesture that doesn’t go unnoticed by Inspector Pritchard standing behind her.
Pritchard: You two are very good.
Booth: We’re the best.
Vera tries to make a run for it, but Bones easily trips her and Booth grabs her and picks her up to cuff her. Vera insists that they don’t understand. Ian wanted to give the money back once he figured out that it was a real dig but Vera couldn’t have her own career ruined at the same time.
So Ian was a good guy this whole time? Pritchard tells Bones he was a “Relatively good man. Which was good enough for some of us.”
~*~*~
Angela leaves Bones a voicemail telling her about she and Hodgins. She hangs up only to find Grayson walking into her office. He’s heard that she “broke up with the small angry man” and just wants to make sure she doesn’t need him anymore…?
Angela: No. No one gets me, I’m nobody’s.
He understands. Perhaps she can drive him to the airport? Cam, Sweets, and Clark show up at the door.
Cam: That’s some kind of code for you isn’t it?
Sweets: Maybe I should take him.
Clark: I’ll take him.
He hands off his blue overalls and ID. It’s been very interesting, but he’s a man of scientist and this lab is too dramatic for him. He just wants to work in a regular lab, you know? Clark heads out with Grayson.
~*~*~
Booth and Bones are having their last coffee in London. Booth admits that Ian was kind of a Robin Hood character he guesses.
Bones: I turned up my chance to sleep with Robin Hood?
Booth: Sometimes you take the oddest leap.
Inspector Pritchard shows up to say goodbye.
Booth: Cheerio, mate!
Pritchard: “Hello” is fine.
She laughs, then, grabs a dinner knife. “On behalf of Her Majesty The Queen of England,” She taps him on each shoulder. “I dub you Sir Seeley Booth. Knight of the realm.” She puts a medal around his neck.
Booth: Wow.
Bones: *looks at the medal* Official Junior Knight.
Booth: Hey look at this. Wait a second, that’s from a toy store.
Pritchard: Doesn’t mean you’re not Sir Galahad.
Booth: Thanks.
Booth is touched and Bones tells the inspector how sorry she is about Ian one last time. Pritchard admits that it was an honor working with them both. Same for them. If she’s ever “in the colonies…”
“Would be lovely.” Pritchard leaves.
“She likes you,” Bones teases.
“Nooo.” Booth shakes it off. He looks at their classy surroundings and admits, “I’m gonna miss this place. This is definitely not a diner.”
Bones laughs. “Come on, we should go before someone else gets killed.”
Right. They both get up and Booth plays up his “knighthood”, offering her his arm.
Bones grins and takes it. “Thank you. Thank you Sir Seeley.”
“Pleasure Lady Temperance,” Booth says, trying out his accent as they head out.
Bones just laughs. “You sound Australian.”
“Doesn’t sound Australian!”
They continue to bicker on their way out.
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Awwww!
So by now I'm sure you've guessed the one huge thing that I didn't like. Angela and Hodgins? Sad! I do love having Sweets as a regular though. All of the "therapy" sessions are hilarious! And "Sir Seeley Booth". Yeah, that just sounds right. LoL*screencaps thanks to Bones Fans Online!
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But then I noticed that they didn't even speak to each other for the whole episode, not even for work stuff, so maybe they're just in the "I'm avoiding him/her" phase.
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