A/N: I apologize again for the delay in my update. I started a new job and have not had any extra time to write. This update is short but I wanted to at least get you an update and the name that Booth remembered. I will work hard to update again tonight so I can post it for you by tomorrow (July 4th). I hope you enjoy this despite the short length.

Ending from the Previous Chapter: "What Agent Booth? What is it, what do you remember?" Sweets asked, not sure whether to be concerned or pleased. Brennan stopped in her tracks upon hearing Booth's sudden outburst – turning and running back to his side.

"A name." Booth said, not looking directly at anyone but staring directly ahead as if thinking deeply.

He then turned his head and looked at them, his eyes darting from Sweets to Brennan, "I remember a name." he said.

Mistaken Identity

Chapter 11

Brennan and Sweets, both looked back at him in surprise. Neither one of them had expected him to recall much if anything, especially not such a crucial piece of information. Brennan quickly grabbed for her note pad and paper to write whatever else he had remembered. "Go ahead Booth, what is it? Who do you remember?"

"William . . . B . . . Bens . . . BURTON - William Burton!" was all he said in return as his eyes searched each of their own eyes looking for any signs of recognition. He waited to see if either f them knew of the name since they had been the ones who had investigated and interrogated various people in order to find him, including Heather Taffet. When neither of them showed any outward signs of recognition of the name, his heart sank for a brief moment.

"Booth, do you recognize that name?" Brennan asked him, having the same hope that Booth had had, that he would know something about the person that would help them know where to start to track them down.

Booth, still slightly disappointed that even though his hypnosis session had produced some details that they would not have had otherwise, they were still left with no immediate definitive leads other than a random, unfamiliar name, simply shook his head in response.

"Wait a minute!" Brennan suddenly shouted out, startling both men but nearly causing Sweets to tumble out of the chair he was sitting on. "I DO remember hearing that name, at least I am almost certain! I believe that to be the name of the alias that Heather Taffet had used to rent the storage locker where all of the Gravedigger paraphernalia was housed. She had married Mr. Burton solely for the purpose of gaining another identity of sorts. Your Brother Jared had discovered a lot of that critical Intel once he gained access to something Hodgins referred to as . . . 'Spring Cleaning'."

"Oh my gosh Booth," she continued, "That means the man she married was in on it from the start! Now we have a starting point and can try to locate his whereabouts, right?!" she exclaimed, her adrenaline rising from renewed hope. She just wanted this to be over, for Booth to be safe again - for both of themto be safe.

"So what next?" Sweets asked, "Where do we go from here? Do you want me to sneak in and steal the file that Jared had uncovered? Of course, I don't know who has it right now, the FBI perhaps, but whom?" he was practically rambling from his own adrenaline that was coursing through his veins as well.

"No. No Sweets, you will do nothing of the sort!" Booth firmly stated. "We don't need anyone else getting hurt or putting themselves at risk. They would probably only use you to get to us if they found out you were involved. Hello – why do you think we went to all of this trouble today to have you meet with us at some random Hotel?" Booth sarcastically remarked.

"Well, you need me." Sweets said, though not sounding confident of his own statement, "I can help you guys like I have done in the past . . . I can go undercover!" he said with the excitement of a child.

"No." Booth again replied. "Sweets . . . no. Seriously, I am not going to be responsible for putting you in danger of losing your life, just so you can play 'Ninja Warrior' or whatever other fantasy you are trying to fulfill! Okay? NO!" Were Booth final words – words that even Sweets knew better than to question.

"Fine, then what do you want me to do now? I mean, there has to be some way that I can help from the back ground - you know, behind the scenes." Sweets said after realizing Booth was serious about the risks involved in front end assistance.

"Okay, thanks Sweets. Well . . . I suppose we could use some help gathering more intel on this William Burton. We will need to know everything about him, when he was born and where, when he married Ms. Taffet, address information, employment, any other family, ANYthing that you can get me. I will contact you later to let you know how to go about giving us the info. I need to formulate a better plan before I make any other moves." Booth said, obviously a man on a mission.

With that, Sweets donned his disguise again since Booth had forced him to remove some of the items such as the beard, before he would even let Sweets try to hypnotize him and after writing down a list of everything Booth needed him to work with the Squints to find, he exited the Suite to head to the Jeffersonian, warned by Booth that he need be hyper alert of any people or vehicles that may try to follow him.

As Brennan locked the door behind the eager Psychologist, she turned to Booth looking vulnerable and scared. Booth did not know at that moment, if that haunting look of fear in her eyes was due to fear for herself, for him, or for the danger they both now appeared to be in.

TBC

I promise I will work hard to update tomorrow morning!