Arrival - OTA

[truthin_bones]

The days since leaving Washington D.C. had been a blur for Brennan. From the plane rides to arrival in the camp to assuming her duties as the lead excavator on the project, she had had little time to think about all she left behind. About a new forensic anthropologist working in her lab at the Jeffersonian, or the crimes that would go unsolved

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[little_booth]

Parker had been walking down the sidewalk bouncing on the balls of his feet. He was humming to himself having a good day. He and Joslire had a good talk the other day and now it was almost Thanksgiving. He froze not sure he was seeing who he was really singing. "Bones!"

He ran down the sidewalk skidding to a stop in front of her.

[truthin_bones]

She was still attempting to determine just where she was and how she had arrived in this location when a familiar voice shouted her nickname. Brennan turned in the direction of the shout, eyes widening at the sight of Booth's son.

"Parker?" She laughed in surprise. "Parker, what are you doing here?"

[little_booth]

"I live here. You don't remember?" He tilted his head looking at her curiously. Parker wasn't sure what to do if she couldn't remember being here before now.

[truthin_bones]

"I do not know where here is," she replied calmly, despite the confusion and frustration she felt. "I feel safe in concluding that it is not the Maluku Islands, however. I have never experienced a lucid dream but..."

But it made more sense than suddenly leaving Indonesia to appear someplace she was apparently supposed to possess some memory of.