Is anyone else feeling a lot of Bones-related nostalgia right now? This isn’t the show’s last season, but it was written with the idea that it might be, which means we’re heading toward something that feels final—not how the show will end, but a vision of how it could have. It’s hitting me as it hits Hodgins, who stands overlooking the lab and considers what it means to leave it. Everything is happening at once. Hodgins and Angela are going to Paris. Booth and Brennan are reconciling. We finally know Angela’s real name.
It’s been seven and a half seasons since a private investigator revealed that Angela changed her name to Angela Montenegro at 18 after it came to her in a dream. We’ve had a long time to get used to not knowing, which might be why I had to fight the urge to press pause as Hodgins opened Angela’s passport. There’s no coming back from this milestone. But if Brennan’s taught us anything, it’s that change is the only constant—and without it, we wouldn’t know that Angela’s real name is Pookie Noodlin. I always pictured something musical or mystical, or maybe a reference to ZZ Top. This is so much better. It’s adorable. Angela would hate it.
But back to that passport: After watching Angela dream about a place in Paris for the past few weeks, Hodgins hands her a photo of the living room and tells her that he bought it. They’re moving on. “We’ve been here for 10 years, okay?” Hodgins says. “We deserve to see something new, to live a new life. You ready?” Of course she’s ready—she has been since day one. Is Hodgins? Hodgins loves this job, and the look on his face when he stares out at the lab says that this is going to hurt—but I like the idea that there’s no perfect time to move on. As Angela told Brennan a few years back, “You’re allowed to make life changes without picking a fight with your old life.”
What’s Brennan going to do without those chats with Angela? She looks so lost when she hears the news that Angela tries explaining what Paris is just to break her friend out of the funk. (“I’m familiar with Paris.”) Brennan isn’t mad, though—she knows what it is to want to be surprised by life. She never thought she’d be here for so long, either. Remember when Brennan was a world traveler?
At least Booth and Brennan are moving closer together. They’re having two-hour dinners at the diner. Booth is participating at his meetings, and he’s almost hit the 30-day sobriety mark. Brennan trusts him to watch Christine when she’s away, and he returns the favor by getting her coconut ice cream. This is promising. They’re also doing better at communicating on the job. Ex-con Micah Stanbow was found murdered in the woods, his body burned in a forest fire. Micah used to be the muscle for a biker gang, but he turned his life around as a yoga instructor. Last week, Bones used cookie jar collectors to warn us of the cost of addiction; this week, it’s telling redemption stories through hardened, bearded biker gangs. Sounds about right.
Micah ran a yoga studio with his girlfriend, Nan, but he was sleeping with one of his clients. The client, Elizabeth, has a record of assault. But Nan knew about the affair—she and Micah were in an open relationship. Nan was actually dating a hot artist until recently, so she’s fine. Booth and Aubrey pay that artist a visit, and he says that Micah stopped by on the day he died, only to leave when he got a phone call. He told the person on the other end that he’d be there in a few minutes and biked off.
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Angela runs a search on the area through social media, because all young people take pictures every three minutes, and it’s possible to use facial recognition software on people who are across the street, looking away from the camera. Micah went to a bar to meet up with Brock, the former leader of his biker gang, who’d denied seeing him. Now, Brock admits that he asked Micah for $20,000 to help with his child support. Micah said he could get the money, but Brock never saw him again. Nan killed Micah when he tried to use their life savings to help his friend. She hit him on the head with her tablet and pushed him into a glass table, and the tablet recorded it. Never use murder weapons that can record the act of murdering.
Booth is making much better decisions than our killer this week, which is always a good start. He just needs to stop being so private. Gavin, Booth’s sponsor, wants to invite Brennan to the big 30-day chip ceremony, but Booth would rather keep it quiet. When Brennan finds out that this is normally the sort of thing she’d be invited to, she’s hurt—and she comes to the ceremony anyway, because Brennan confronts her problems. Booth argues that it’s really just an excuse for Gavin to eat cake, but Brennan knows that he’s in denial. He wants to believe that he can take care of this on his own. He can’t. “I share in this challenge with you,” Brennan says, “and I’d like to share in your victory, too.”
Brennan invites Booth over to read Christine a bedtime story (or five). She doesn’t want him to go, but she knows that keeping him out of the house is motivating him to go to meetings. What will keep him going when he moves back in? Booth tells her that he knows he doesn’t get a second chance if he screws up again, and that’s all the motivation he needs. Brennan can’t guarantee that they’ll be okay. Then again, she reasons, “If we try to be certain before we act, we never act.” It’s a big move for a scientist who relies on proof, but Booth has always made her more willing to take leaps. She tells Booth that she has faith in him. “And I think you should stay the night with me,” she adds, which is both hotter and more logical than it would be if she asked him to move in straightaway. They’re back, baby.
Bits and pieces:
- This timing felt right. Last week would have been too soon, but anything longer would have felt dragged out, at least by the logic of TV timing.
- Aubrey’s proud of Booth for “killing it.” I’ve come around to this friendship.
- “I can’t believe this. I’m married to Pookie Noodlin.” “Not if you keep saying it out loud you’re not.”
- “It’s like something you name a pet that you hate.”
- Five stars for TJ Thyne’s delivery of, “I love you, Pookie Noodlin.”
- “You can’t eat pie fast or you cramp. That is a science.”