From the Previous Chapter:

Now, we need to regroup and thankfully we still have Dr. Brennan's home monitored though I suppose they will go there next to search her place." The men then sat down to come up with a new game plan, something that would eliminate these two remaining primary witnesses - for good.

Mistaken Identity

Chapter 8

Booth's SUV . . .

Booth and Brennan were on their way to search Brennan's home to see if more bugs and video camera's had been planted there as well. But, first they decided to stop for a bite to eat.

They decided on a restaurant they had never been to before, simply because they knew that if Booth's cell and home were bugged, and that his SUV had a tracking device that they had found just before leaving Booth's place, then there was a risk that bugs being planted at the places they frequented often such as their favorite haunts; The Diner or The Founding Father's Pub. He perpetrators quite possibly even going so far as to pay off one of the wait staff to eavesdrop and report back.

They took the time out of their investigation to eat because Bones insisted Booth needed the nourishment to help keep his strength up while he continued to heal, especially knowing he needed to be running at the top of his game to keep them both alive. Also, by leaving their belongings such as cell phones and such, in the SUV, carrying only cash for which to pay with, they knew they would finally be able to speak freely for the first time since they first realized Booth's cell, SUV and home were all with bugs and other tracking devices.

"Booth, you should order something that is high in protein and iron, like perhaps a steak or a burger." Brennan lovingly suggested, knowing Booth still needed to build his blood back up for one thing. Booth just smiled back at her, he was sure that most people would be surprised to know that Brennan was so nurturing, especially since she never let that side of her personality show to very many people other than himself and Angela.

Yeah well, how do you plan to keep your strength up when you only eat lettuce and carrots?" he teased, knowing she preferred a more vegetarian approach to her own eating plan.

"Very funny Booth, you know that I do not live on just vegetables. And, I can assure you that the nutritional value of my food choices, are more than adequate in sustaining good health and vitality. In fact, did you know that one vegetarian meal that includes legumes actually provides me with protein and amino acids that you probably get from all three of your main meals combined!"

"Oooh, I like it when you get riled up." Booth cajoled, "Did you know that your eye's sparkle when you raise your voice like that?"

"Ohhh, don't think I don't know when you are trying to change the subject Booth." she replied, grinning at him in amusement but giving in, knowing they had little time right now for any conversation other than that of their current situation. Knowing this she added, "Now, I know that we don't have much time so I think we need to discuss what our game plan is. Do you have one yet?" she asked him.

"Well, I have some ideas brewing, but to be honest - I am really not comfortable even having gotten you involved in the first place. I would like to protect you by now allowing you to help me on this one. I really don't want you involved any more than you have to be - I know that you can take care of yourself so don't go getting all Kung Fuey on me." he smiled. "But I am just worried that I might not be able to protect you as well in my weakened condition, if something did go wrong. My body just doesn't bounce back like it used to when I was younger - it's frustrating!" he said, his voice rising slightly with each word of his surprising confession.

"I know Booth, but that is when you need me more than ever. You know we work best as a team and part of that is due to the way your strengths usually make up for my weaknesses, and vice verse. So why not let me help you?" she asked, "We can protect each other."

"Okay once again, I know you are right. Besides, I would actually feel better having you near me where I can keep an eye on you and know that you are safe" he said as he took the hand that she had placed on his forearm, and raised it up to his lips for a gentle kiss. Booth then filled her in on the plan that he had come up with so far, he was still trying to come up with a Plan B as well in case Plan A didn't pan out for any reason.

"Booth, I know you aren't going to like this but, there is still one other person that I think we need to bring in, to ensure that any plan of yours goes off without a hitch. I am referring to Dr. Sweets. Now before you object just hear me out." she said after seeing Booth's mouth open – ready to argue with her about involving the young Psychologist.

"Booth, Sweets is the only one who can try to unlock more of what your mind hasn't been letting you remember, about the voices you heard and what they were saying. They say the hearing is the last to go when you lose consciousness, you could easily have heard things that your subconscious retained, even after you were already out cold. At least for a few seconds or minutes."

"Okay, I'm listening. So just how do you propose Sweets will be able to 'unlock' those memories? If they do exist in my subconscious mind that is."

"It's simple Booth and it can be done in under an hour. Hypnosis." There, she said it. Now she waited for his reaction. Typically it was she who didn't believe in, or rather hated, psychology. But she had done extensive research Online during the many times she waited for Booth to awaken during his on and off sleeping bouts in the hospital. There were too many proven cases where Coma victims or Post Traumatic Stress patients, to name a few, had profound memory improvement after using Hypnotherapy. So it made logical sense to at least try it.

"Come on Booth, what have you got to lose?"

" Okay – fine we'll do it your way." he said after pondering her suggestion for what seemed like forever before answering. "I think I liked you better when you hated psychology! Oh, and there is one condition! If the kid even TRIES to ask me anything pertaining to my partnership with you, OR my childhood, I will strangle him with my bare hands. In fact, I am setting some ground rules before I let him do anything to me, and he will have to sign some kind of agreement. He will need to agree that he will not only keep the entire session completely confidential AND agreeing that certain topics or subject matter of my discretion - that will be off limits!"

"Fair enough." she conceded. "I will contact him today and set it up, I will advise him of your 'conditions' as well." she smiled reassuringly.

"Man, now I am the one starting to hate Psychology!" he muttered under his breath. "Okay - the sooner the better then, let's get that part over with. Now, before we make any kind of move whatsoever, or arrange to meet with the person or person(s) that are taunting us, we need to make sure we have some concrete evidence, otherwise we could run the risk of them being set free due to a technicality or a mistrial."

Brennan nodded in agreement, then added her own suggestion, "Perhaps we should also find a way to spy on them as well if we can - like with a few well placed bugs of our own. Then we may be able to recognize their real voices, and also uncover if there is anyone else involved, perhaps someone else on the inside of either the FBI, or within the Jeffersonian." she watched him, waiting for his reaction.

"What? What do you mean? Is there anyone in particular you are suspicious of?" He asked with a confused expression on his still too pale face.

"Hodgins" was all she said.

To Be Continued later today or tomorrow morning.

Sorry so short, seemed a good place to stop for now. Next update will be longer.