Bones

That was great. You were great.

So maybe we could do it again?

The others are coming, right?

We still got time.

What is the matter with you?

I gotta take a leak.

Go.

It's not my fault

they make those GargantuGulps so gargantuous.

Doesn't seem to bother me any, micro-bladder.

Karen!

What?

Are you sure I'm the only guy you've ever had sex with?

Why?

Oh, my God!

Karen! Karen!

As I've told you many times, Dr. Sweets,

I do feel remorse.

But not for stabbing a man in the heart.

No. For succumbing to the faulty logic

that persuaded me that his death was desirable.

You know, a sane person would regret murdering someone

more than being taken in by a line of crap.

Define "crap."

Drivel. Blarney.

Nonsense. Balderdash.

Twaddle. Bull. Bunkum. Hooey. Like that.

Now I realize it was drivel-blarney-nonsense-

balderdash-twaddle- bull-bunkum-hooey.

Then I perceived it as logic.

How are your hands?

I estimate that I've regained

almost 60% full function, which is not bad

for hands that were torn apart by an explosion.

You know, you'll only be released

from this psychiatric institution

if we cure you of your delusions.

My card isn't working. Hello.

I was wrong, not delusional.

Your card must have expired, Dr. Sweets.

Thank you.

Well, perhaps you should consider that your delusion

is that you're not delusional.

How many pieces in total? Twelve.

Interesting anomaly: no head.

No head? That's odd.

Which is why I said anomaly.

Hey! No need to be snippy

with my partner, pal.

Booth, it's all right.

What's wrong with your back?

Oh, nothing. Well, you're walking as though

you strained your intertransverse ligament.

I might be able to help with that.

No. I never should have gone down that small slide with Parker.

I'll be fine. It's nothing.

The body parts were found

in this evaporation pool.

Look at that. It's purple.

Kid said it turned purple when he peed in it.

For future reference, this is more of an anomaly

than a missing head.

Sad comment on your life, Doc.

Again. Snippy. You know,

if my back wasn't bad, I would hit you.

Booth, I can take care of myself.

Size of the limbs suggest that our victim

is a fully-grown male.

What is with the purple water?

-Hodgins can analyze it. -Cell phone, Dr. Brennan.

All right, don't tell me. You want the entire

purple pond drained and shipped back to the Jeffersonian.

No. I thin a small sample will do.

Great.

Although... Oh...

Skulls are heavy. The head could have sunk

to the bottom.

You're correct, We should draiit.

We're draining it. Let's drain it.

The ends of his fingers look burned.

Torture?

Sometimes, guys try to conceal

their identity by losing their fingerprints.

Mr. Bray is my brightest

scholarship student.

These are children's shoes, but they're a size 11.

So you think our victim was a giant toddler?

No. That would show up in the bones.

Sarcasm does not play well on the forensic platform.

I tracked down the manufacturer

in Sri Lanka, and guess what? Special order.

Time of death, based on decomp,

between two and four days.

All the cuts to the skeleton are clean

except for several incomplete slices to the C-2 vertebra.

It comes to cutting off the head, the killer hesitates.

Makes sense.

Gets easier after the first chop.

What do you glean from the X rays?

Slight spinal curvature,

hypermobile extension joints,

cartilage deficiency.

Ehlers-Danlos syndrome? We'll have

the FBI check with local

orthopedic physicians.

The water turned purple because of the

bottom-growing algae called Lemanea.

Something agitated the algae, so it turned purple.

The young man who found the body urinated in the pool.

Huh. Well, average rate of flow for males under 45 is, what?

It's 21 milliliters per second, so, yeah, yeah,

that would be enough to disrupt the algae.

Dr. Hodgins, have you moved yet?

Nope. If you hand me those shoes,

I can check for particulates.

Where is Hodgins moving?

Oh, Cam thinks that Hodgins should move

into Zack's Ookey room.

Oh. Cam's right.

I tell all of my grad students not to be distracted

by the standards set by Zack.

I don't know who that is.

You and me, Wendell, we need to talk.

If your back doesn't hurt, then why are you letting me drive?

Well, you know what? Don't get used to it, okay? I heal really, really fast.

My guys, they didn't find the victim's

head in the pool, all right?

But I put out a bulletin to orthopedic doctors

within 200 miles of the body drop.

Body parts drop.

The victim was killed, chopped up, and then dropped.

Breaking in a new intern, aren't you?

How did you know? Well, because,

you know, you always get overly-precise.

That's how I usually know.

Hey, so, you want me to talk to him?

Break him in a little bit?

No, Booth, you don't need to fix everything

for everyone all the time, you know?

I can handle myself.

Partners watch out for each other.

Well, if that were true, you'd let me fix your back.

My back is fine.

All right? All I need is an aspirin, a hot bath,

and maybe a nice single malt Scotch.

We cross-referenced Ellen-Danny syndrome... Ehlers-Danlos.

with those kiddy shoes Ange tracked down.

Okay. We came up with this guy right here.

Oh. Jared Addison.

25 years old. Watch the road!

What? I am watching the road! 25 years old.

Well, you're not looking at the screen. I am an excellent driver.

I'm guessing that that's our victim.

My son was diagnosed with Ehlers-Danlos in his teens.

Are you sure it's Jared?

Do you recognize these shoes?

Jared ordered them specially.

This distinct footwear, in combination

with Ehlers-Danlos and other markers

indicate that the remains we found belong to your son.

We're very sorry for your loss. If you need a moment...

It would be helpful if we could see your son's room.

You can see why I recognized the shoes.

Mrs. Addison,

your son died days ago.

Why didn't you report him missing?

I had no idea Jared was missing.

Well, he lives here with you, right?

Jared was a novelist. He was finishing a book.

He checked into a hotel so I wouldn't bother him.

I had no idea anything was wrong.

Your son was Jared Addison

the cult science fiction novelist?

Wait a second. On the back here, it says that he

lived in the Caribbean on a boat.

No. That's not your son.

Obviously, the publisher hired

an impersonator,

and came up with some romantic

cover story. How did you know that?

My publisher wanted to do the same thing with me.

Jared's publisher

dropped him after his second book.

Jared was feeling a lot

of pressure to make this one great,

maybe try to get him back.

Listen, Ms. Addison. With your permission,

I'd like to bring someone in here

to take a look over your son's room.

You know, an expert.

What kind of expert?

You know, Bones. An expert.

I found coffee grounds and sea kelp

in the treads of the vic's shoes.

So, before the giant toddler was killed,

he was brewing coffee on the seashore?

Yes. That's it precisely. Case closed.

Also, I found

a tiny fly egg, smaller than any of the eggs

of any of the flies common to where we found the body parts.