A/N: We own neither NCIS or Bones. We borrowed them and had a little fun combining both worlds. This is our final chapter in the little journey we've been on . . . we hope you've enjoyed the ride.

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Sitting in a back booth of Bob and Edith's diner, just down the road from the back gate of Arlington National Cemetery, Booth studied the menu while Gibbs watched his father and uncle in a booth at the other end of the refurbished railroad car. The two men seemed to be engrossed in their conversation.

Parker, scanned the menu then looked up and blurted out, "Dad! Did you see that they have scrapple? I wonder if it's any good here."

Looking at the menu, Booth asked, "When Charlie recommended this place, he said that everything on the menu is good. I guess we'll see, eh? Now where did you see the scrapple?"

"Over here." Parker pointed at his menu "See, under breakfast side orders."

Smiling, Booth grined, "Hey, you're right. But, you don't really want anything to eat do you? What about just a piece of pie? Charlie said they have good pie!" Booth grinned. "Besides," he continued, "You just had a peanut butter sandwich and a coke an hour ago."

Shrugging his shoulders, Parker smiled, "I'm still hungry, Dad."

Glancing at Brennan, Booth asked, "Do you want to eat some lunch here, Bones? I mean, Parker is right, one peanut butter sandwich isn't really lunch."

Helping Christine, Brennan cautiously held the glass up for her daughter to sip. She smiled at the young man sitting at the end of the table. "Parker does have a big appetite, and it was just a sandwich. If you are going to order something other than pie, then I'll have a garden salad."

Nodding his head, Booth studied the menu, "Should we get something for Christine? I can order an egg sandwich for her and I'll finish what she doesn't eat."

Abby, looked at Gibbs over the top of the menu and asked, "What do you think they're talking about?"

Studying his father's face, Gibbs shrugged his shoulders, "God knows. They haven't talked to each other for nearly seventy years. They have plenty to talk about. They're probably talking about the past."


Glancing over to where his son was sitting with the Booth-Brennan family, Jackson turned his gaze back to his brother, "Our boys think they're so smart. They're probably over there giving each other pats on the back for getting us together."

Chuckling, Hank sipped his coffee, "Maybe they deserve to give each other a pat on the back, Jackson. I'm pretty sure that they performed a miracle, don't you?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Jackson moved his coffee cup towards his lips, "Yeah, I guess." He smiled. "Still they don't have to be so darn smug about it." Taking a drink of the hot brew, he put his cup back down, and sat back against the booth. "You know, Hank, I kept track of you as best as I could through Uncle Henry. He talked to my mother once a month and she'd pass on anything interesting he had heard about you. That worked fine until Mom died. After that it was a little more challenging. Then when Jethro looked up Joseph in the 70's when he was stationed in Philadelphia, I gather that they talked frequently and got each other caught up on family news. Jethro knew I was interested, so he passed on the family news to me when he had any. Of course, then he was transferred to South Korea and they lost touch; so, it was hit and miss about the information I got then. I even subscribed to the Philadelphia Inquirer for a time."

Laughing, Hank shook his head, "It wasn't just that Jethro was transferred. Joseph was a hard man. We'll talk about it sometime, I don't want to go there today." He smiled fondly at his brother. "But it's funny about you and the Phillie paper, 'cause I subscribed to the paper out of Bloomsburg so I could keep track of you. You and your son were mentioned in the paper a few times. I wasn't anyone important so I can't imagine I was ever in the Inquirer, well except when Marie died."

Shaking his head, Jackson responded, "Well, no, you were inthere when you retired from the Philadelphia Police Department. Joseph was mentioned when he was awarded the purple heart in Vietnam and Seeley was mentioned for some of his high school sports and then I knew when he went into the Rangers. Of course there was a lot of coverage when he was rescued from the Iraqi Republican Guard." Jackson looked down at the table, then raised his eyes to meet his brothers suddenly somber look. "I really wanted to reach out when I read about that, Hank. I felt guilty that we weren't in touch. I don't know how you felt about it Hank, but, I cannot tell you how many times I started to reach for the phone and then decided against it, thinking that I'd just be rebuffed."

Reaching his hand across the table, Hank placed it on top of Jackson's hand, "Jackson, I am so sorry that I let my mule headedness keep us apart. I just . . . I just took Dad's death so hard and I guess I just needed someone to blame and you were it. It wasn't fair. I realize that now. I really am sorry."

Shaking his head, Jackson smiled, "You know, Hank, I think we just have to let it go. While I'm not sure we should let them know it just yet, I'm grateful to our boys for what they did. I'm not sure you noticed," Jackson's eyes twinkled as he glanced over at the table where the rest of the family sat trying to be surreptitious as they watched the two men. "But I think they're just a tad nervous about what's going on over here at our table."

Hank gave a low chuckle. "Yeah, I know they weren't sure how this would go. Hell! Jackson, I wasn't sure how it would go! What do you say, we let them off the hook, eh?"

Jackson looked across the table at his brother. Trying to hold his emotions in check, he smiled. "Yeah. I was gonna' suggest that we keep them in the dark for awhile, but you're right, Hank. What they did was a good thing. For us and for them. I'm grateful to have you back in my life. We have some catching up to do, and they do as well. Let's get to it!"


Watching Hank pat Jackson's hand, Booth smiled, "I think we did well, Jethro. I think we did really well."

Glancing at the two older men sitting at the other end of the diner, and reading their body language, Gibbs smiled, "I think you're right, Booth. We did good."

Abby watched as the waitress placed a plate before Booth and he poured maple syrup over this slice of scrapple then cut off a piece with a fork. "Isn't that meat?"

Placing the piece in his mouth, Booth answered around his mouthful, "Yep."

Puzzled, Abby had to ask, "Why did you put maple syrup on it? I mean, syrup and meat wouldn't be two combinations I'd think of."

Parker, laughed, pointed at his scrapple, "Pops says this isn't really meat since it has cornmeal in it."

Frowning, Abby asked, "It's meat and cornmeal."

Swallowing his forkful of porky delight, Booth responded, "Well, its cornmeal and onions and meat. The meat is the left over bits of the pig." He grinned at the looks on the faces of Abby and Bones. "You know, the parts they can't really sell in the stores."

Grimacing, Abby placed her hand over her mouth, "Oh. Yummy."

Laughing, Gibbs remarked, "Now, now, Abby. Don't be such a snob. Scrapple is the German version of Boudin. Scrapple is made with cornmeal and boudin is made with rice. Of course, it's still the left over bits of the pig. Besides, you eat Hog Heads cheese."

Puzzled, Abby asked, "What's wrong with Hog Heads cheese."

Shuddering, Booth shook his head, "You couldn't pay me to eat that stuff."

Shaking her head, Brennan remarked, "You have no idea how happy I am that I'm a vegetarian."

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