A/N: This update is longer than previous, but hopefully you like them that way. I also think you will enjoy this chapter since the story is starting to hopefully become more exciting and scary! Please review after reading and let me know what you thought. Let me know if you felt the chapter was TOO long.

Final Scene From the Previous Chapter:

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!

Mistaken Identity

Chapter 14

Inside The Jeffersonian . . .

"Cam, have you heard from Bren?" Angela asked her boss as she barged right into Cam's office without knocking or making sure she wasn't in the middle of a meeting.

"Good morning to you too Angela." came the Supervisor's sarcastic reply as she smiled, knowing Angela was worried. Hell they were all worried, their Forensic Anthropologist and friend, was acting very out of character and had left Cam a msg for two days in a row calling in sick.

Brennan had said on the message that she couldn't explain why just yet but had told them not to worry and that she would be back in touch as soon as possible, to give them the answers she was sure they were seeking.

"Okay, look Ang, I know you are worried about her, I know we haven't seen hide nor hair of she and Booth in days. But, you know how they get when they are on a new case sometimes. We just have to trust that they know what they are doing and that Booth is keeping her safe. If I had to venture to guess what they are up to, I would say it is probably another one of their quirky undercover schemes. They don't want to risk blowing their cover by coming here."

Angela was leaning, half seated against the corner edge of Cam's desk, on the same side as her boss, "Yeah, well this just seems different for some reason, it's a gut feeling that I can't shake." Angela was very much like Booth in many ways, one way being that they both had very unique and fine tuned gut instincts, another being that they both were 'heart' people. Out of the entire team, Booth and Angela were the only two who didn't rely on pure logic and factual info first, unlike Brennan and the rest of the Squints.

Cam had the unique ability to do both – but that was probably why she had become the boss of the group and even had such influence over some of Booth's decisions, and in the past, his libido at times as well.

Cam suddenly stood up, pushing her chair back, she grabbed Angela by the hand, "Come on, come with me." then she led the confused beauty down the hall to the main area of the lab where Hodgins and Wendell were working. After getting to her destination Cam announced, "Okay people, I need you to listen up for a minute."

"I want us to have a short, impromptu meeting so I can make sure that we are all on the same page. Communication is important people, and it may become even more important over the next few days." At this point Wendell and Hodgins were just looking at each other out of the corner of their eyes, both wondering what the heck their boss was even talking about.

"Okay, for the past two days I have received voice messages from Dr. Brennan. She assures me that she is with Booth and that they are both fine, but she then informs me that she will be using a few 'sick' days and that she can't explain right now, but that she will as soon as it's safe to do so."

Cam gave everyone a chance to catch up and absorb the announcement. "Now the reason I am telling you all this when typically I do not share private messages like that, is because we are a team and I know Brennan would have left you all a message if she had the time. I am also telling you this because I have a feeling that she and Booth are working some kind of case and that they are going to eventually come to us to process evidence or help in some way. I need all of us to have our 'A' game on because it's rare for Booth and Brennan to be MIA like this which leads me to suspect that this case is either highly sensitive and top secret, or dangerous – or both."

She then fielded the various questions that came from her talented team and after about 15 minutes, they all went back to their respective duties while they anxiously waited for more Intel from Booth and Dr. Brennan.

Inside A New Cafe' Near The Jeffersonian . . .

"Okay, so are we in agreement then?" Booth asked his partner as he watched her petite hand grabbing one of his fries. "We will go to the Jeffersonian so you can drop off some of the forensic evidence we have so far, from the storage room and also some of the bigging devices from my place. I will wait in your reserved space down in the parking garage so that I can keep an eye out for anyone who may have either followed us, or are staked out in the garage. I also have a view of the elevator from your spot, so I can also monitor that entrance as well."

"Booth, I would feel more comfortable if you came upstairs with me. I don't like having you out of my site ever since you were kidnapped, it makes me nervous." Brennan whined, "I mean, don't you think I would be safer if we stayed together?"

"No Bones I don't. I mean yes normally I would agree with you, but we are only talking about 15-20 minutes tops while you run up and speak to your lab rats. I would not feel comfortable knowing that no one was watching the perimeter of the building – plus . . ." Booth paused, looking down at his plate and inhaling a deep, nervous breath of air.

"What Booth? Plus, what?"

"Well, I am just not sure that I am doing the right thing in having you with me all the time. Part of me wants to be with you so that I know you are being protected, yet another part of me worries that if I am somehow caught off guard and apprehended again, then having you with me would only endanger you as well."

"Booth, you seem to conveniently forget that I can take care of myself to some degree. I too feel better being with you, where I can see for myself that you are alright. If anything did happen to you, I would WANT to be with you."

"Yeah but Bones, you seem to be forgetting the fact that these guys are pros. They already managed to kidnap both of us once before, and neither one of us saw it coming. This isn't something to take lightly, if they did get to me again, I doubt they would allow me to survive this time, and this time they would watch me die just to be sure. Booth's voice slowly raising and he made his argument, but once he noticed the other customers in the cafe' were starting to look towards their table, he softened his voice again.

"Bones, I cannot allow you to be killed as well just for having been with me."

"Booth what makes you think that you are the only one they are still after? You said yourself that you and I both are probably the biggest threats to their freedom. That our testimony and our being two of their only surviving witnesses, puts us both at risk!" she was fighting hard not to shed the tears that were barely contained within her blue eyes.

"Okay Bones, you are right – as usual." Booth conceded. "However, when I stayed up most of last night trying to think of what game plan we should use. One of the ideas I had was to allow myself to get captured on purpose, but somehow do it in a way that you could still track me. Like by having some kind of GPS tracker hidden in my ear or something - I didn't figure out all the details obviously. If both of us were taken at the same time, there would be no one really qualified to track us down and rescue us. At least no one that I would trust with my life, not even Agent Perotta."

Booth continues spilling his plan to Brennan, "I know this sounds risky but, it might be the only way we can track them down. I held out long enough for you to find me when I was being held by Gallagher, and having sustained myself through their lame torture, as before than when I tortured far worse as a POW, so I have no doubt I can do it again if I have to."

"No. No, I don't like that plan. Not at all, not any part of it." Brennan fumed, "Booth we have to come up with another plan, one that doesn't have you in the role of the sacrificial lamb!"

Booth suddenly felt guilty for having even mentioned the idea, seeing the effect it had on his partner, only intensified his guilt. He should have kept it to himself and found some way to make it happen without her knowing. He mentally kicked himself for being so stupid as to upset her like this, and also make her worry even more.

"Okay Bones, easy. I'm sorry, forget I even suggested that plan and don't worry, I will come up with another plan, one that we both can agree on, okay?" he said as he reached out and gently wiped a tear that was threatening to spill out of her eye, onto her feather soft cheek.

Jeffersonian Parking Garage - Level P-2. . .

Booth sat impatiently inside his black FBI issued SUV, parked in the slot marked 'Reserved ~ Dr. Brennan'.

Brennan had grabbed the bag of misc trace evidence and ran to the nearby elevator heading to the 4th floor where the main lab and Cam's office was located.

"BREN?!" hollered an excited Angela, "Where the hell have you been sweetie?! We've all been worried sick!" she said as she ran up to her best friend and through her arms around her in a tight bear hug.

"Angela, I don't have time to explain, I'm sorry. I just need you to trust me and trust that I am safe. I am with Booth and you know he will get himself killed before he allows any harm to come of me."

"Now come with me." she added, grabbing Angela's hand, heading towards Cam's office. After arriving at an empty desk Brennan headed for the main lab area where she found her Supervisor, along with Hodgins and Wendell. She promptly dropped the brown grocery bag filled with individual baggies of a variety of evidential material.

"I need all of you to help in processing this as soon as possible." Brennan blurted out, not even pausing to say hello or explain where she had been for the past 2 days.

"Dr. Brennan, first of all – I am going to need more details about exactly what it is that you are talking about. And second, where have you been and what the hell is going on?!" Cam demanded in return.

Brennan took a deep breath and began to inform the team of only the details that she and Booth felt they could know without becoming potential targets themselves. Only telling them enough information to ensure that they too, could not be considered a threat to the Gravedigger team of criminals. Booth had explained to Brennan that the more they knew, the greater their risk would be.

Back Inside Parking Garage Level P2 . . .

Booth sat anxiously awaiting his partner's return, unaware of the nervous shaking of his leg against the steering column. His eyes darting from the main garage door entrance, to the view in the rear view mirror, then scanning the area back towards the elevator. For a while he had watched a man who looked to be a Jeffersonian Maintenance man as he walked throughout the P-2 level as if patrolling the spaces for any potential car break ins and such. He carried a long handled broom and dust pan along with him, which he used to clean any discarded debris that littered the floor here and there.

He had watched a handful of cars enter or leave the garage and paid extra attention to one car in particular, a fading red popular Model passenger car that he believed had been there when he and Bones first arrived, but no one had exited the vehicle to go inside the building which he knew may be cause for worry but after shifting to get a better view of the silhouette inside the car, he could see the outline of what appeared to be a cell phone held up to their ear. He couldn't see the person clearly but from what he could tell, it was a female.

He deduced that she could be either waiting someone inside the Jeffersonian, just as Booth was doing, or perhaps she was waiting to finish her phone call before leaving her car and getting into an elevator where cell reception was iffy at best.

His head turned quickly back towards the garage entrance as he suddenly heard the sound of slightly screeching tires of another vehicle entering the garage. He observed a sapphire blue SUV, smaller and newer than his own FBI vehicle, entering at a speed that was a little faster than one would typically use when entering a parking structure. He kept his eyes on the vehicle and was shocked at what happened next. All of a sudden the car with the woman inside, started backing out of a space, apparently without even checking for oncoming cars which Booth accounted for her carelessly being more absorbed in her phone conversation , than in watching where she was going. At the rate of speed the SUV was traveling, Booth knew this was not going to end well.

CRRAASSSHH-SSCCCREEECH - the horrific sound of metal crunching against metal then silence.

The parked car had backed out right into the side of the oncoming SUV – T-boning the bright blue vehicle!

Booth was on full alert now, simultaneously pulling out his cell phone, getting out of his car, and reaching to unclip his gun from holster he wore strapped to his side underneath his jacket. He wasn't sure whether to call Bones first to check on her safety, or 911 so he chose to keep the cell phone held tightly in his hand until he could evaluate the situation and then make any required phone calls.

As he cautiously approached the side of the vehicle where the two cars had so brutally become melded together, his eyes scanning back and forth to check on the driver's of both cars. First checking for signs of any major injuries and blood, while also sniffing the air to detect any leaking gas that could ignite into an intense fire – which in a parking facility such as this one, could be disastrous.

Booth was also cautious of the fact that in the back of his mind, he knew this could be part of an elaborate ruse to get him out into the vulnerable open space of the garage and out of his own vehicle, yet on the off chance that he was wrong, he couldn't allow the crash victims - whom he knew could very well be innocent people - to bleed to death or become trapped in their vehicles in the event that there was a fire.

Booth natural instincts as a Special Agent first and foremost kicked in, all but taking over his train of thought. But because he was forced to focus on so many things at once, he was oblivious to the third person who was approaching him from behind. A man whom had been hiding, laying down on the back seat inside the parked car.

Immediately after the car had abruptly backed into the SUV, he had slithered out the rear car door, a door that had been out of Booth's direct view at the time. He then stayed down, hiding behind various cars while he worked his way around so that he was now positioned to sneak up on the arrogant agent – which had been his perception of this Seeley Booth after hearing all of the heroic things the man had been said to have accomplished. He personally felt a violent urge to bring the wanna be superhero down a peg or two.

Everything was happening so fast, yet seemed to be moving in slow motion as Booth, with gun fully drawn at this point, moved closer to the T-boned section of the cars. He had both of his hands on his weapon to keep his aim steady as he cautiously approached the area, his cell phone having been stored in the outer pocket of his jacket for the time being. He went first to the driver of the SUV whom was slumped over the steering wheel. Booth wasn't surprised that there had been no airbag deployment since they didn't always deploy when struck from the side, vs the front of the vehicle.

So many thoughts were going through Booth's mind as he carefully reached his hand in to feel the main pulse point on the driver's neck, just under the man's jaw, when he suddenly felt the cool touch of metal clasping around his wrist and heard the telltale sound of hand cuff's being clicked shut. Shocked at the realization that the supposed victim had been faking his unconscious state, Booth started to quickly pull back the now cuffed hand, and bring his other hand, the one that held the gun, up to the now sadistically grinning SUV driver.

When he instantly felt a blast of tremendous pain on the back of his skull as his eyes closed tightly from the staggering blow. He saw a flash of bright white inside his closed eyelids from the impact, and then nothing but black and silent darkness.

Sam, the driver of the SUV had let go of Booth's cuffed wrist as he saw the tall agent start to drop from the now bleeding head wound he had just received. He quickly jumped out of the car to finish putting the cuffs on the other wrist. They were moving quickly, the man whom had struck Booth from behind using the butt of his own hand gun, was Nikolai, one of the thugs hired mainly for this mission.

The woman inside the parked vehicle was the same woman that was hired on as part of the GD team of villains, the same woman whom Bill Burton had sent to pass information back and forth to Heather in prison. The woman's name was Lexi Martin and she also had experience as a hit man, or woman rather, as well as 'incidents' on her rap sheet that included; Bank Robbery, Car Theft, Breaking and Entering, and Assault with a Deadly Weapon. She was currently on parole but had been sleeping with her Parole Officer for months, and in exchange, he agreed to look the other way while she slid easily back into her former life of crime.

She too had exited her car once she saw the Agent go down. While Sam and Nikolai were tossing Booth roughly into the back seat of the SUV, she had gone to work to wipe down her seat as well as the back seat where Nikolai had laid in hiding, using antibacterial wipes that she had for this very purpose, and since she had purposely sported leather driving gloves on her hands, there would be no evidence left inside the vehicle that they had stolen just moments before arriving at the garage. Nothing to prevent them from just abandoning the car where it now sat, in a mangled heap.

It was obvious they all knew what they were doing as they each moved in unison like a well oiled machine and were speeding out of the garage just 4.5 minutes after the time of the forced collision.

TBC . . .

What will happen to Booth?! What will Brennan do?! Stay Tuned as the story continues soon and you will get those answers! Thanks for reading and reviewing!