Attn Readers - I apologize for taking so long to update! I had been unsure of where I was going at this pt in this story, so I was taking some time to figure it out, but also working long exhausting hours at my job and that did not help. I hate fics that take so long to update that I have to go re-read the prev chapters, but here I am doing just that to all of you. My bad – I promise I will make it right!! This chapter is necessary filler to build & develop the characters more – to give you more background so you can also get a better feel for the feelings that are propelling not only Booth and Brennan, but also the ones whom are about to start terrorizing them more!

Final Scene From the Previous Chapter:

"Not only that, but do you honestly think that any prosecuting Attorney, Judge or Jury is going to take the testimony of some paranoid conspiracy theorist seriously? Not likely." he said, answering his own question.

"Brennan and Booth on the other hand, welll . . . they are both the goody goody type, the type who want to free the world of as many criminals as possible and neither of them will give up until whatever criminal or criminals they are hunting down, are apprehended."

"But . . . unbeknown to them - they have just . . . met . . . their . . . match!"

Mistaken Identity

Chapter 13

Booth and Brennan had checked out of the Hotel they had stayed in over night, they knew that until they had enough firm evidence to help them get an arrest warrant for the remaining members of the 'Graveidgger' team and also had enough to get the charges to stick, they had best keep everyone guessing as to what they were doing, and where they were going.

"Where to now Booth? Do you think it's safe to just stop at my house so I can grab a few things? I don't see the harm if we are careful. We can keep the conversation minimal in case my place is bugged like you suspect." Brennan asked him, not missing the lines of worry that were evident on Booth's forehead and around his eyes. She knew he had barely slept the previous night, mainly because whenever she woke up throughout the night, he seemed to be laying in the same position on his back, staring at the ceiling as if in deep thought. She knew he was trying to come up with a plan – and that he was worried about her safety.

"Well, you know I would really rather that we didn't – in fact, while you were in the shower this morning, I mailed a note to Rebecca from the hotel, with no return address or signature – letting her know that I would be out of touch for a few days. She and I had put this plan in place after I received one of the first death threats I had ever received as an FBI Agent. The plan was that if I ever felt my job or a case, was endangering she and Parker, we agreed that I would find a way to send her a somewhat cryptic msg, one that no one else would be able to decipher,. Basically letting her know that there was a problem that I needed to deal with . . . alone."

Brennan was not surprised that Booth had taken precautionary steps to protect his family if sucha n event were to happen. Booth wasn't a procrastinator whom just 'winged' it at the last minute.

Booth continued as Brennan patiently listened. "Rebecca knows I will contact them immediately after the threat has been eliminated." he concluded, then glanced over at his partner, looking directly into her eyes so she would see the seriousness of what he was about to say, "So, if I am to that point, of sending a warning to my ex, then I am just as equally, if not more so, worried about you. Therefore, no. No we cannot go to your place and, I am sorry for that. I am sorry for not being able to keep you safe and our of this entire situation."

"Booth, you need to stop feeling that way and stop it right now. I am the one the Gravedigger originally felt threatened by, so if anyone should feel responsible for this mess, it is me!"

Booth's demeanor softened, "Okay, okay. I hear you, I get it. So let's just have a silent agreement that it's no one's fault, okay? Let's just focus on getting these assholes once and for all and ending this thing! Agreed?"

"Agreed!" she responded. "So, what is the plan? I know you were up half the night coming up with one, so you may as well let me in on it now."

Booth grinned, looking out of the corner of his slightly squinted brown eyes, "Alright, alright – easy there Bones, I was getting around to that. You know I would never keep you in the dark as to what my game plan is, and I trust you to tell me if you see any holes in what I am proposing. I don't want to put you in unnecessary danger. You know that right?" he asked as he squeezed onto her small hand, reassuring her of his feelings.

So he then proceeded to tell her what he thought they should do next. Part of the plan involved him agreeing to meet with the criminals, with the promise to give them all new evidence pertaining to the case, mainly the evidence surrounding Booth's abduction. This would only be ploy however, a ploy to pull the masterminds out of their hiding place, long enough to either be caught, or to put their own tracking devices on their vehicles or persons. Perhaps by including some kind of tracking device in the briefcase that would encase the said evidence.

Booth's plan also included an incentive for the perps, by saying he had evidence that may allow their attorneys to get Heather Taffet paroled immediately – on technicalities that questioned the evidence that originally resulted in her sentencing to life in prison.

"Booth, what evidence do we have that could pull that off? Getting Ms. Taffet out of prison?!!"

"No, Bones. You are taking my plan too literally. I have nothing of the sort, but they don't need to know that. I know enough about past cases that I have seen get thrown out of court, to know what evidence to mention as my bargaining tool."

The other part of the plan involved them finding a way to send another cryptic message to the Squints. A message that would allow them to still rely on the intelligence and expertise of their friends, to help not only back up this dangerous plan. But that would also help them to track and apprehend the rest of the Gravedigger team.

Now they had to wait. Wait for the mastermind, to contact them again so they could set their plan in motion.

Meanwhile Across Town . . .

Bill and Sam Burton, and two of the 'muscle' they had hired to handle any dirty work moving forward. One of the newly hired men was just known as "Sid" and he had worked years as a hit man for a very influential Washington DC businessman whom had heavy ties to the mafia. Sid was going to be very helpful in apprehending the tall and muscular FBI agent whom they knew had lots of experience and training in fighting and such.

The other man, Nikolai, was equally as threatening, though his previous role was different in that he was the body guard to a Columbian drug dealer whom had been selling in the DC area for the past 17 years. Heather had prosecuted the murderous dealer at one point during her career as an Attorney, that is how she had met him. Once the dealer was sent to Prison for his crimes, Nikolai was easy to persuade to work for Heather and Bill.

"So, gentlemen," Bill took the floor first, "thank you for accommodating this meeting even though I did not give you much notice. I just feel that we need to strike while the iron is hot as they say. I don't want to give Agent Booth any more time to formulate and fine tune his own plans to track us down. He is more dangerous to me than Dr. Brennan – but the main reason I want her taken care of too is due to her ability to obtain the most damaging evidence that can be found. She would surely get me a Life Sentence for anything I did to her . . . 'boyfriend' to avenge his death As long as she is breathing, she could prove to be just as expendable as he is.

Sam was fidgety, something was bothering him about the way at which his Brother had been so, almost obsesses with killing FBI Agent, he knew there had to be some other reason for the obsession, other than his ex-wife whom he had never seemed that in love with in the first place.

"Hey Bro, what gives?" Sam finally blurted out. "What the hell is it about this Booth character, that has your panties in such a bunch?! For Pete's sake, you can't tell me this is all because of Taffy!" he had called Heather the obnoxious nickname, mainly mocking her for keeping that name instead of adopting the last name of 'Burton' when she married Bill. He hadn't known at the time, that the marriage was a farce. It was only after Heather was arrested, that his Brother fessed up to the whole thing.

Bill walked over and grabbed his loud mouthed Brother by the elbow, walking him towards the door. He excused them both from the meeting for two minutes so he could answer his questions privately.

"Sam – okay now listen to me you obnoxious shit! If I wanted to share additional Intel like that, to everyone – I would have done so a long time ago! But since you always find the need to stick your nose in further than it belongs, I will tell you what you want to know!" he said, sneering at his sibling though this was a normal occurrence in their relationship – they would argue about stupid things, but they would kill to protect each other.

Sam waited patiently as Bill continued, "Okay, you are right. You are right okay - I DO have other reasons behind my intense hatred for Agent Booth. Are you happy now?!" then he paused waiting to see his Brother's reaction before continuing, "Not long after he first became an FBI Special Agent - he shot and killed my step Son during a raid – it was about 5 and half years ago and I have been waiting for the right opportunity to seek my own revenge. All those years I have been fantasizing about all of the ways I could take that revenge and blowing him up was one of them, but since we failed to do that on the ship, I have to make sure that this time, I succeed!! So now you know, this isn't only about avenging Heather's incarceration, it is also about my Son."

Sam had know of his Nephew's death, including how it had happened during a raid. His Nephew was just as shady as the rest of their family so it was no surprise at the time, even though it was tragic. He had been the young man's Godfather so he took the death almost as hard as anyone. But he had no idea that his Brother had actually uncovered the name of the Agent whom had fired the fateful shot that day, now he too wanted to get his hands on the man again, this Agent Booth!

He wished his Brother had shared this with him months ago because Agent Booth would have never lived to get off of that ship! Sam would have broken his legs so that all he could do once he awakened inside the C-4 loaded vessel, would be to lay there in agony until his demise! This time he would not be so lucky as to walk away only somewhat wounded, he wouldn't walk away at all!

TBC . . .

I feel like I am back on track with this story, as far as figuring out where I want to go with it. So that should help me to update faster for you all. Pls don't give up on me, I will try to reward you for your patience, by making the next few chapters really exciting! Please review! :-) Thanks!