A/N – Well here it is – another chapter. I was at least able to keep the story moving in the direction I want it to go so I hope that you all like it anyway. Thanks for reading and reviewing!

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Previously on Mistaken Identity . . .

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 was - now in a mangled heap.

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

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Mistaken Identity

Chapter 15

Inside The Blue SUV Fleeing The Jeffersonian Garage. . .

Sam sped out of the garage stopping at the top of the driveway for a minute before he planned to proceed forward again out into the street with the flow of traffic, while stopped he turned to Lexi who was seated in the front passenger seat where she was holding a small remote control type device in her hands. "What the hell are you waiting for Lex?" he hollered, "Trigger the damn explosive already!" he demanded, referring to the incendiary device she had a white knuckled grip on. "The fuc*ing car isn't going to just ignite itself!" he added.

With that command she silently depressed the small red button and since they were still in a close enough proximity to the garage – they were all able to hear the loud POP of the explosive that had been placed inside the stolen Honda they had used to ram into Sam's SUV – several months back when he first bought the vehicle, Sam had installed some sleek reinforced steel bars that ran the length of both sides of the car – they prevented him from being injured in any way by the collision.

The SUV's windows had also all been replaced with bullet resistant glass at the same time – again for their added safety in the event they were shot at by police or other criminals at any point. Sam hadn't installed these safety features in preparation for this new plot to kidnap Booth again, but more as a measure to protect himself since he had been involved in various forms of criminal activity since the age of 17.

Inside the Jeffersonian garage the Honda was now in flames but nothing severe, they only wanted to draw attention to the area so that Dr. Brennan and Security would be distracted and have something to occupy her time with as they made their escape, as they knew she would immediately search the entire P-2 level for clues as to her partner's whereabouts. They also knew one of the other things they would do after getting the call that Booth had indeed been taken, would be to run through the footage from the garage security cameras. But all they would find would be a fuzzy screen of black and white since Bill had provided Sam with a way, using yet another hand held device, to scramble the surveillance feed by crudely modifying the analogue video signals.

This obviously wasn't the first time they had done something like this, they used similar devices and car crash diversions when they were committing other crimes like theft and even murder like one instance where they had been hired to "eliminate" someone whom had wronged them by trying to rat them out hoping to expose them.

Then he looked into the rear view mirror to check on the situation in the back section of the car. "Nikolai - report!" was all he shouted as his eyes stayed focused on maneuvering in and out of traffic.

Nikolai was in the rear of the SUV tightly wrapping duct tape around the unconscious Agent's lower legs and ankles. They had laid all of the rear seats down in the back – well before entering the garage – to make it easier to quickly toss their tall victim into the vehicle. Nikolai yelled his response without taking his eyes off the task at hand.

"He's out like a burned out light! Back of his head's bleeding just below the hairline, I guess I was a little over eager when I hit him, adrenaline rush and all." he said with a leering grin. "I just finished taping his ankles together – I don't trust this guy ever since I found out that he somehow made it off that damn ship! What is he? Some kind of Super Agent? The man's got nine fu*king lives for cris'sake! I gave him that injection to keep him out until we get him moved to the warehouse. Do you still want me to that second injection of the one that will keep his muscles paralyzed for a while after he awakens?"

"Dammit! Since that head injury you gave him is much worse than I anticipated, you idiot - I am concerned as to what affects both drug will have on him now." he then paused as he thought about it for a second, "Okay, go ahead and give it to him, but listen to me! Only give him HALF of what is in that syringe! That dosage combined with his head injury will keep him subdued enough. He won't be paralyzed for the most part, but he should still be sluggish and weak in his movements!"

Upon hearing his bosses' altered instructions, Nikolai pulled the capped syringe out of his denim jacket pocket, he roughly removed Booth's suit jacket, rolled up one of his sleeves and then using his teeth he pulled the protectant cap off the needle and proceeded to savagely stabbed the needle into his arm pressing down on the plunger until half of the amber colored liquid into the Agent's arm.

"Done!" he reported as they continued the journey to a predetermined empty Steel Mill they had found just outside city limits.

Booth was completely still, too still. Bound and now also gagged with a bandanna that was tied around his jaw and mouth, his usually polished style now a disheveled mess. His face too pale, head still bleeding and completely unaware of everything going on around him, or what still lay ahead.

Inside the Jeffersonian Lab . . .

Brennan handed Cam the bag filled with evidence, which Cam immediately placed on one of the main tables in the center of the lab, slowly removing item after tagged and bagged item, which included many of the bugs they had uncovered in Booth's home. Brennan began to explain that while she wasn't able to discuss many details of the case she was working on with Booth, they did need their help in processing some of the additional evidence they had discovered thus far. Angela noticed Brennan had a piece of paper in her hands but waited patiently for her friend to continue.

Brennan held her index finger up to her lips to signal everyone to keep silent – as she laid the note down on the table for all to see. Everyone's eyes naturally zeroed in on the sheet and started reading. It was a hand written note so she could fill them in on the entire current situation without giving them too much detail.

She had written down the following information having been unable to think of any faster, safer way to communicate the new information discreetly:

Please, DO NOT READ THIS OUT LOUD as there could be an internal mole and/or possible bugging devices planted inside this lab. The evidence inside this bag pertains to the Gravedigger case, particularly the events surrounding Booth's kidnapping. Based on partial memories that Booth has recovered of his own abduction, as well as some threatening phone calls he has begun to receive, we now have reason to believe that Heather Taffet was NOT working alone.

DO NOT mention the word Gravedigger when referring to this case. That is for your safety as well as Booth and my own. We cannot risk putting anyone else in jeopardy, these people do not fool around.

From now on we will refer to this case and new evidence using the code name of TEDDY BEAR, this was Booth's choosing in honor of a fallen war buddy of his that I will tell you about once this nightmare is over. I personally would have chosen to name it after something other than a stuffed toy, but iI suppose it will do.

One last thing for now – you must NOT call either Booth or I on our cell phones, we will contact you somehow to touch base daily. Booth and I appreciate all of your help and discretion.

While they all silently read the note, Brennan continued speaking out loud, rambling on about tests she needed them to run and spouting her fancy scientific words about the decoy case just so there would not be complete silence in the room - which would be an obvious signal to anyone who may be listening in, that something suspicious was going on.

The team finished reading the note and stood with looks of surprise and worry on their faces, then throwing nervous glances towards each other. Brennan, knowing she had limited time to spend here, just moved on, first mentioning that Booth was downstairs waiting for her in his car because he had some important calls to make. She knew it was safe to say that since they were pretending to work on some sensitive case anyway. She explaining miscellaneous details of the newly named case but without giving away too much, while she moved over to one of the nearby sinks to safely burn the note so as not to leave any loose ends of her own and risk the wrong people or potential mole finding it.

Brennan had only been in the lab for no longer than ten minutes thus far when her words were suddenly drowned out by the shrill sound of an alarm as it rang out loudly throughout the Lab, alerting everyone of a possible fire or hazard somewhere in the building. Brennan's hair immediately stood up on her arms and the back of her neck as she had a sudden and uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. BOOTH!

As everyone was following procedures to exit the building, having had to endure periodic fire drills to ensure they all knew the proper evacuation procedures, they all started heading for the stair wells, Brennan was already calling Booth's cell phone while she moved towards the exit. Even though she and Booth had agreed to limit their mobile phones use due to the potential for someone intercepting their conversations, at this point she didn't care about anything but hearing his voice to allow her to relax in knowing he was okay.

She held her breath as she waited for Booth to answer his now ringing phone, "Hello Dr. Brennan. Or do you prefer I call you - Bones.'' came the chilling voice on the other end, the sinister voice of someone other than the cell phone's owner, her partner.

What was it about always finding out about Booth being in trouble, just as I am walking towards an elevator or stair well, her mind flashed back to when the Gravedigger called her the first time they had taken Booth.

"Who is this? What have you done with my partner?" Brennan screamed at them as she was literally running down the stairs now, pushing people out of her way in a mad dash effort to get to the P-2 garage level as fast as she possibly could.

"Well now what fun would that be, if I were to just te-lll you that? Awww, don't worry Doc-tor Brenn-an, I can assure you - you will hear from me again shortly and at that time, perhaps we can discuss what you may be able to do, to ensure your partner's safe return. Although, please note that I never said 'undamaged' – I only said 'safe.' Good-bye." and with that, he was gone.

Due to the commotion of evacuating the building, she had no way to tape or trace the call this time, like she had been able to do the last tine Booth was taken.

Cam and the rest of the team had heard their friend and boss's frantic and demanding question yelled into her cell phone, so now they were also on her heels running behind her. All of them sick with worry over what Booth and Brennan hadn't been able to tell them yet, 'Just how deep was the trouble that the dynamic duo had found themselves in this time?' they all silently wondered.

Bursting through the door onto the P-2 level, they had to push their way past several gawkers whom hadn't proceeded to the safety of the lawn outside, as they had all been instructed to do. Upon getting past the line of onlookers, Brennan and team could see smoke in the air from most likely the same fire that caused the alarms to sound.

So they quickly headed towards the flashing red and blue lights of the Security Patrol vehicle up ahead and as they got closer they could see where two cars had collided – one of them must have caught fire by the looks of it – evident by the melting white foam from where fire extinguishers had been used to knock down the lively flames before they got too out of hand.

A fire engine has just arrived a few moments prior but since the trucks were too large to drive into the parking structure, they had parked just outside at the end of the main driveway heading into the P-2 level – they had been asked by security to park there I order to block all cars from entering or exiting at least until security had been able to determine what had happened and whether the person or persons at fault were still around.. A police car had already entered the garage just before the arrival of the fire department, they were there to assist in an investigation if it were deemed necessary. Since hit and run accidents were common in parking structures, they just figured this was another one. But they were about to be proven wrong.

Brennan's eyes immediately darted to where she had left Booth, seated impatiently in his SUV in her parking space. It took her less than a second to realize he was not in there and instantly noticing with a disheartened feeling in the pit of her stomach, that his driver's side door was sitting ajar, as though someone either pulled him from the vehicle after creating a diversion with the car accident, or – knowing how quickly Booth ran to someone's aid, she knew he also may have jumped out of his vehicle to go see if anyone was injured and in need of assistance. But she suspected that when he go to the accident – that something bad went down and he was then taken by whomever had caused the distraction

. Sometimes she cursed that about him, his habit of wanting to help everyone regardless of his own safety. Booth would always be concerned with other people's welfare first and foremost before thinking twice about his own, often times putting himself in the path of danger by doing so.

"I will find you Booth, I promise I will!" she whispered under her breath.

Inside Abandoned Steel Plant - 35 miles outside of the DC city limits . . .

Booth slowly started to come back around, his eyes blinking slowly, cautious to avoid increasing the horrendous pain he felt in his head, that immediately worsened with the slightest movement of his eyes or head.

He was laying on what appeared to a small army type cot, he noticed that his arms were above his head for some reason and his suit jacket had been removed, along with of course, his weapon, badge, wallet and ID.

Without thinking since his mind was still feeling sluggish from the drugs, he instinctively started to reach his right hand to where he felt the worst of the pain, on the back of his head. He was unaware of the long gash that was there – one that continued to slowly ooze blood, but thankfully seemed to be slowing as it started to form a clotted scab that would eventually stop the bleeding altogether as part of the body's natural ability to attempt to heal itself.

His arm was jerked to a sudden stop when he started to bring it down from above his head, 'Dammit' he thought, noting the hand cuffs, that held his wrists to a somewhat elevated steel pipe that was attached to the wall, like some kind of exposed plumbing, one that wasn't budging a millimeter when Booth, though still rather weak, tried to pull it from the wall. 'What the hell is wrong with me?' he thought, knowing he had about half of his usual strength but not knowing why.

After giving it numerous repeated attempts, which only resulted in his increased head pain and fatigue, he finally gave up for the time being, letting his throbbing head fall back to the thin, barely there pillow. He closed his eyes for a few minutes in an effort to get the painful pounding in his head to reduce to a dull ache.

'Okay Seeley Booth, how the hell are you going to get out of this one?' he whispered aloud to no one, then finally succumbing to the effects of the drugs that still flowed heavy through his veins, that combined with what was sure to be a serious concussion.

To Be Continued . . .

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