Bones

They're up on that ridge. They got us pinned down.

If we can get across that clearing and move around their right flank...

- We can take them out. - I've got it.

You, Kenton and May- you cover me.

No. You can't go do it alone.

I am not gonna let my men get slaughtered.

Cover me!

Dude, you're, like, covered in paint.

Are-Are you okay, bro?

Okay. Whoa. Here it is.

Right.

Okay. Okay.

Oh. Sorry. You want me to, uh, help you with that?

No, I can make toast.

It's just your kitchen is very small.

My kitchen's the same size as it's always been.

- Look at it. - The implication being that I've grown bigger.

- I'm aware of that. - No, no.

It's not that you've grown bigger.

It's that you've, you know, you've-you've grown out. You've gotten larger.

You know, like you just expanded, then -

You know, you look great, by the way.

What you see is the manifestation of your own virility...

which fills you with a sense of pride and power.

It's natural to confuse that with attraction.

You look great. Here.

Oh. Mmm.

Here and- Huh?

So, uh, your - your magazine is in my oatmeal.

You know, we don't have to go through this.

My place is much roomier.

Well, we both agreed to split time.

- Yes, and we are. - Neither of us really likes it.

I'm fine.

Come on, Bones. You know what? It's been five months.

And we spend almost all of our time together.

What we need is one bed, one place- our place.

I thought you said you'd never move in with someone again unless you're married.

Are you asking me to marry you?

What? Me? No! No.

You're the one who believes in marriage. I'm not going to bring it up.

Wow! You just did.

Are you saying that you aren't going to ask me to marry you?

No, you are gonna ask me to marry you.

- That's ridiculous. - It's not ridiculous.

It's gonna happen. I don't know when.

But when it does, the three of us should have a nice place.

Where there's, like -

Booth.

Right. On our way. We've got a murder!

Booth, that's my toast!

Go ahead and wrap it up.

Look, there's lots of rocks and mud and stuff. Here, let me have the case.

Booth, for centuries, pregnant women have been carrying bales of hay...

jugs of water on their head -

and then squatting in the fields to have their children.

Well, there's not gonna be any squatting in the fields.

Squatting is a great position to give birth.

- I'm never gonna be able to survive this pregnancy.

I'm tellin' you.

This is a very shallow grave.

Yeah. The rains revealed the remains.

Oh, man. This is gonna give paintball a bad name.

Judging by the pelvis, the victim is female.

Late 20s, early 30s.

The remains are covered in Megaselia scalaris- coffin flies.

They burrow into the ground when they sense carrion.

Looks like they had a feast, huh, Bones?

Yeah, well, the females were pregnant.

- They needed the protein. - I can relate to that.

They laid eggs which are now in the pupa stage...

so I'd fix time of death at seven days.

I - I'm gonna need the names of all the paintball players in the game. You got it?

There's damage to the hard and soft palates.

It could be- Could be cause of death.

- Everything okay, Bones? - Of course.

I'm merely experiencing emotional inconsistencies...

due to hormones secreted... during pregnancy.

Angela used to cry at the ShamWow commercial.

- Maybe the, uh, dead bodies are finally getting to you.

- Of course not. - I gotta get a picture of this one, huh?

Stop it, Booth.

All right, relax. Okay? It just means that, you know, you're normal.

I'm not normal. I'm extraordinary.

This is definitely murder. Something -

Something was jabbed through the hard palate into her brain.

Now I'm feeling sad.

I'm not sad.

Just bring the remains back to the lab.

Some oily residue on her clothes.

She must've been laying in something.

Yeah. Well, I can compare it to the soil samples that I took.

Uh, you'll be careful not to damage the skull fractures, right?

Are you questioning my competence, Mr. Bray?

Uh, no. It's just that Dr. Brennan told me...

to make sure that her remains weren't compromised.

So you're more intimidated by Dr. Brennan...

even though I run this lab.

Well, when you take Dr. Brennan and add pregnant -

No.

You are the tops in your field.

I am much more intimidated by you.

Nice save.

Whatever was jammed up there went to the top of the skull.

Hard to believe these three little pounds...

are the reason we are who we are.

- Whoa! - Oh, God!

There's beetles in there.

Come to papa, my little friends.

See, they may have ingested some of the particulates that were on the weapon.

Judging by the shape of the injury...

and the fact that some of the brain tissue seems to be torn...

it looks like something metal with a jagged edge.

Well, maybe you could help us, couldn't you?

Really?

They're beetles, not puppies, Dr. Hodgins.

Ah. What do you know?

It's Dr. Brennan asking me what's taking so long.

Well, I... will just tell her to cool her jets.

'Cause I am not rushing you, no matter what.

I'm done, Mr. Bray.

Thank God.

So, the guy who organized the paintball battle -

It was the first time they used that site.

We're checking everybody out for alibis.

Did any of the participants have a criminal record?

The worst we have is a drunk-and-disorderly outside of a frat house...

and some guy who, uh, served two days for not paying his child support.

Is his ex-wife missing?

Actually, it was the bank. They're the ones that screwed up.

You seem, uh, you know, very hungry for the details.

- Arr! - Oh, I just -

No, I just wanna help. You know, under normal circumstances...

Dr. Brennan would be confined to a desk about now, so -

- Right. Well, we all know that Bones is not normal. - Right.

- I mean, normal's not her thing. No. - No, no.

- Well, I just want you to know that I'm ready. - You're ready?

- I'm ready. - All right, ready.

All I need from you is the shrinky stuff.

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

So there's no extra stress between you and Dr. Brennan because of the pregnancy?

No. We're not gonna talk about that.

Why not? It's shrinky stuff.

- We're fine. We're fine. - All right.

Okay. I'm not tryin' to be pushy here.

But it must be very difficult that you and Dr. Brennan...

haven't agreed on a living arrangement yet.

Okay, you know what? I've been shot at. I've been stalked.

I've been kidnapped. I almost drowned, okay?

I'll be able to find a place for us to live.

So, go have some coffee. All right?

Thanks.

Is it true that you were crying at the crime scene?

Only as a result of increased hormonal output.

Not sadness at the victim's death.

Probably chorionic gonadotropin.

- Exactly. - Still, I mean, you crying.

I would've loved to have seen that.

- Why? - It's sort of like an eclipse.

- It doesn't happen that often. - Booth took a picture of me.

But since I have a picture of him cooking an omelet naked...

he agreed never to show it to anyone.

Smart move.

I'm-I'm sorry. Naked? Wow.

Okay, listen, I am your best friend, honey.

So I think I should take a peek at that.

Based on the remodeling...

these fractures occurred about six months ago.

Blunt force trauma to the frontal bone.

There's also remodeling damage to the clavicle.

And acromion, all on the left side.

- Could be from a fall. - Or a beating.

It's impossible to tell with so much remodeling.

Is it the full figure?

No. The injuries seem to only extend to here.

I'm talking about the omelet shot.

Mm. Weren't you gonna use those pictures...

to do a facial reconstruction?

Killjoy.

The victim was lying in fatty acids...

rich in di- and tri-unsaturated esters.

- Which is? - Linseed oil.

It was in the soil and seeped onto her clothes.

Why would someone coat the bottom of a grave with linseed oil?

It would prevent the body from absorbing the water underneath it.

I don't know why a killer would care about keeping her dry.

- How's your brain? - Aside from the stab wound...

I also found past brain damage that could've compromised cognitive functioning.

Wendell said they found remodeled fractures from about six months ago on the skull.

That would fit.

Any word from the beetles?

Nothing that points to a weapon. But check this out.

The tissue they'd eaten contained traces of lorazepam.

She was being treated for anxiety.

That could have something to do with the prior brain damage.

So beaten about six months ago and murdered last week.

That is some bad luck.

Hey, I am almost done here.

It just needs to render.

That's not why I'm here.