NOTES from Author:

I corrected the error in the last chapter that people thankfully pointed out to me in reviews. So re-read the section where Nikolai injects Booth a second time and now it makes sense. That is what I meant to do but forgot due to how long it took me to update :-). Thank you all for the reviews by the way!

Second thing to note: You can see I somewhat censor most of the cuss words in the story- that is just so I can try to keep the rating down.

This chapter is a special quick update for all of you in honor of your kind reviews and for reading my stories. Also in honor of Labor Day wkend which gave me the extra time off to write. I hope you enjoy.

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From The Previous Chapter . . .

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 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. Closing his eyes for a few minutes to get the painful pounding in his head to cease to a dull ache.

'Okay Seeley Booth, how the hell are you going to get out of this one?' he questioned silently to himself. Eventually succumbing to the effects of the drugs that still flowed through his veins combined with what was sure to be a serious concussion.

Mistaken Identity

Chapter 16

Jeffersonian Garage - P2 Level (flashing back to when Brennan & team first arrived) . . .

After recovering from the initial shock of seeing her Partner's empty SUV and knowing they would have had to take drastic measures to apprehend Booth since he was strong, trained and also had been expecting them to make a move on either himself or Brennan.

Brennan hurried over to where the car was still smoldering, the Fire Engine was leaving having made sure the scene was safe from any flare ups. She introduced herself to the Police Officer that had arrived, along with the on-site Security Officer, she knew she had to make sure that none of them attempted to contact the FBI, even if that meant she had to lie to them, to do so.

"Dr. Brennan, pleasure to meet you, my name is Pete Jackson." the Police Officer said as he shook Brennan's hand. "Were you a witness to this accident Mis- uh, Doctor Brennan?"

"Um, no. I wasn't. But I need you both to listen to what I am about to tell you, time is of the utmost essence!"

She proceeded to tell them of her working relationship to a certain FBI Agent, she did not mention Booth's name as she didn't trust them not to contact the FBI, but she made it sound as though she too was a trained and certified FBI Agent but that her role was more behind the scenes than in the Field, explaining her job at the Jeffersonian. She hoped that by them believing she was an Agent, they would be less likely to call in the FBI themselves. She explained that they were working a highly sensitive case and that she felt her partner had been abducted.

"Ma'm, that is a Federal offense, have you contacted your department at the FBI yet?" questioned Officer Jackson.

Look," came Brennan's abrupt response, "Do you want to have the blood of a Federal Investigator on your hands Officer Jackson?" she threatened. "Because I received a call from the perpetrator of this crime and he flat out assured me that my partner will die if the FBI or anyone other Law Enforcement is called in on this. In fact my just speaking to you right now could be putting him at risk!" she realized then, that one lie does lead to another, as her lies were growing with each passing sentence.

"Listen, you can be rest assured that I will contact our Supervisor once we get this scene secured. That is all I can promise you since I cannot have a swarm of FBI Agents showing up here, that would only result in my Partner being hurt more or killed faster." her voice faltered at the last few words. She quickly shook her head slightly forcing herself to focus back on gathering evidence and not on all of the scary possibilities of what Booth was going through. She would worry about that later.

"All I am asking you Officer Jackson, is – if you can please just help me secure this scene, rope it off with tape and ask around to find out if there were any witnesses - although I suspect you won't find any since these are professionals we are talking about here." to which the Officer, who was still considered a Rookie on his force, gave in. The last thing he needed was to give his fellow Officers having anymore ammunition to tease him with. Hindering a Federal investigation would be something they would never let him hear the end of. With that thought, he nodded towards the beautiful female Doctor/Agent, and headed to his car to get the tape.

Brennan then shifted her focus towards Chief Security Officer for the building.

"And you Tom, I need you to go pull any security video tapes and see if the cameras captured anything. I have a feeling that will also have been disabled, but we need to know for sure."

Tom Hansen had been working at the Jeffersonian for years, well before Brennan had even started working there, she knew she could count on him to help, no questions asked.

"Of course Dr. Brennan, I will do that immediately. I had several occasions to chat with your Partner, he's a good man. Anything you need from me, you just name it!" he promised as he turned on his heel and headed for the stairs.

Brennan felt relief that she now had gained control over the processing of the scene. Everything was being processed more cautiously than usual, but also fast since the entire team of Squints were able to lend a hand where as they were usually stuck in the lab doing the behind the scenes work. Brennan found comfort in knowing that her team was pitching in on this one, knowing they would not make mistakes, they would not ruin any evidence accidentally, they would not miss a single spec of dust if they thought it might be helpful to the case.

Cam's car was parked on this same garage level, her reserved space not far from Brennan's. She had immediately ran to pop her trunk open where she always stored a fully stocked kit for processing scenes because it enabled her to be ready at a moments notice - which happened often. She had boxes of latex gloves, baggies, flashlights, tweezers, empty test tube vials for any liquid evidence, cotton swabs and Luminol spray to detect any cleaned up blood. She sighed half heartedly as she knew they would not need the Luminol most likely, since there was obvious and visible drops of blood staining the oily garage floor – blood that would have to be tested to determine if it was Seeley's or that of his captor - since knowing him, she knew he would fight as long and as hard as he possibly could. She silently hoped and prayed that this would be the case, that the blood would not match Booth's type at all.

Brennan had assigned Hodgins and Wendell to scope out the smoking car, looking for any evidence of explosive devices or timers – being cautious of any that may still be there waiting to be set off. Cam knew that typically, that she, being the Senior Supervisor, would assign the individual duties, but knowing how shook up Brennan was and how important this case was to her, especially now, Cam didn't miss a beat when Brennan asked her to start collecting samples of the blood on the floor, not by using words to ask, but by merely pointing to the dark red and still wet drops on the ground.

Drops of blood that every one of them had noticed but none of them had spoken of.. Actually saying the words, would only make it seem all that more real though they knew they only were delaying the inevitable, sooner or later it would have to be discussed – most likely when the results were in.

Brennan had made her way over to the SUV, the last place she had seen her partner that day. He was still healing from his recent injuries she thought, how much more could he endure?! These thoughts propelled her to work faster –time was not on their side.

Inside The Steel Mill Warehouse – Just After Dusk . . .

Bill Burton had left his three underlings in charge of keeping their captive Agent contained and alive for the time being. They still had much they needed to learn from him over the course of the next few days, including finding out if he recalled any details of his initial kidnapping just inside his apartment, and what additional evidence did they have on Heather and possibly one some the others whom had been there to abduct him that evening.

Sam, Lexi and Nikolai had prepared this location a few days prior to finding the perfect opportunity to abduct their victim for the second time. They had brought in all of the supplies they needed, such as the cot to place the unconscious Agent on, which they had strategically placed by the strongest steel plumbing pipe they could find in the warehouse and had used the Agent's own FBI issue cuffs to to the adhere him to it.

They had installed some surveillance equipment with cameras outside every possible entrance to the warehouse. All of the camera footage was then displayed on several small monitors that were located near the area where they had placed the table and white board.

Outside the small room where the Agent lay, they had moved in a table with chairs, a white board for drawing out any new plans or changes in the current plan, a small refrigerator for their own nourishment and water, enough to allow them to share some with the Agent friend – but only enough to keep him alive but still weak from lack of food. They knew enough about his reputation to know that he was extremely strong and resilient. The weaker they could keep him, the less chances they had of being tricked or somehow overtaken when checking on him.

They had their cell phones for communicating with their boss, and they had various tools, drugs and devices they could use to get the subdued man to talk if he tried to be stubborn and fight them.

They also had brought in three additional cots so that they could take turns being on watch and resting. They had set up a rotating schedule that was more proof that this wasn't their first rodeo. They definitely knew what they were doing. The rotation consisted of one of them keeping watch over the surveillance monitors to spot any unwanted intruders, one would periodically check in on the Agent to make sure he was not trying anything funny, but also checking on his head injury to make sure they didn't lose their bargaining chip to an infection or other complication of the head injury and drug combination. Their preparation gave a whole new meaning to the term 'Organized Crime.'

Lexi had the first watch over Booth, Nikolai volunteered to keep tabs on the monitors, and Sam, being the man in charge of the trio, had conveniently announced that he would be first to sleep.

Inside Booth's Damp Prison . . .

Booth's eyes began moving underneath their close lids, slowly he began to blink several times in a row as he adjusted to regaining consciousness. His mind was trying to determine whether he had just dreamed that he was kidnapped, or whether it was his reality that was weighing on his sluggish mind.

Once again he automatically attempted to bring his hands to his aching head, but the second he felt the abrupt halt of that attempted action, and heard the clang of the metal cuffs as they banged against the all too firmly fastened wall pipe, he realized his reality was not just a bad dream. The sudden realization created a sick feeling in his gut as the memories of the events in the parking garage came rushing back.

"Bones!" he blurted, though quietly as he did not want to call more attention to himself until he had time to think, to try to put the pieces together and come up with a game plan of some kind. His face cringed in pain that the jerking movement caused. "Why is it so hard to think?" was his next realization. He felt like his mind was literally wading through Jello as he tried to focus on one thought at a time. The pain at the back of his head was really making it's presence known. Was it the concussion that is disrupting my train of thought? He wondered.

The second thing he noticed was how slowly he was moving. He had enough concussions in his life, to know that they don't cause you to be barely able to move your limbs. Drugs. He had to have been drugged, he thought, immediately glancing up to see his arms that were retrained above his head. He noticed that one of this sleeves was pulled up towards his elbow, he forced himself to concentrate and was able to feel some slight pain and stiffness in his bicep. He deduced that they had most likely injected him there and during the process of moving him, his sleeve had fallen down just enough to cover the injection site.

He recalled how much they liked using drugs from his first experience being kidnapped by these people, or these animals he thought. There was no way you could call these assholes people!

Suddenly his jumbled thoughts were disrupted as the door straight across from the end of his cot, slowly started to open. "It's show time" he thought to himself, forcing his mind to again try to focus. Mind over matter he kept telling himself, hoping to ignore the feelings from the drugs, and become more aware of his surroundings and his situation. He had to find out if they had Bones as well.

Lexi removed the steel bar that had barricaded the door from the outside. It wouldn't matter if their victim was Iron Man, he would not be able to get out through this entrance. She opened the door to where the captive Agent was being held. "Oh – well well, I see you have finally chosen to join us Mr. Booth.:" she said with a trace of sarcasm mixed into her words.

"It's Agent Booth." Booth responded, trying to throw off her control of the conversation.

"Ahhh, that's where you are wrong my friend. You are whatever I want you to be." she said as she rather seductively waltzed over to the cot. "Well, you are even more handsome in person, Heather's description of you didn't do you justice." She said as she leaned towards him and began to loosen his tie, then removing it completely and tossing it to the floor. Booth laid still trying not to be repulsed by they way her eyes were practically undressing the rest of him.

"Yeah well, it's all about the lighting." came his sarcastic reply, "Which given the dimness of this room, that's not saying much." He didn't miss the fact that she had nothing covering her face, that and the fact that she freely mentioned names such as Heather's, just confirmed to him that they had no intention of letting him out of here, alive.

She almost seemed to be ignoring his response as she started to unbutton at least the first four buttons on his dress shirt, her eyes looking at him more hungrily that he liked. "Uh-hh-heey." he stuttered, "Don't get too carried away there little Miss touchy-feely, it's already too cold in here for my liking." he said as he tried to get her to focus on his words and not his body.

"Ohhh no worries there my captive G-man, I am sure I can find a way to keep you warm." she smiled slyly. Booth visibly cringed as one of her hands, sporting long French tipped nails, slid down his torso, continuing on to below his belt to lightly tease his most sensitive area with her long finger nails, finally going back upwards stopping to rest atop his favorite belt buckle. The obnoxious buckle had become even treasured by him ever since Brennan had given him this one after his old "Cocky" buckle was sacrificed to help him escape the last time.

She then leaned her entire upper body forward even further, pressing her breasts against his chest as she slowly placed a couple of kisses on the newly exposed part of his chest. That was when she noticed the blood that had, over the course of the afternoon, had saturated the back of his formerly crisp white shirt and the thin pillow below. Booth heaved in a sigh of relief as he noticed her focus shifting and her hand being removed from it's resting place at his waist.

"My poor ba-by. Looks like you are in need of some TLC first. We wouldn't want you to get infected on us, we still need you for a while." She then exited the room to get what Booth assumed to be a First Aid kit. He again shuddered at the thought of how far she may have been planning to go with him. Where were the other's he thought. He only remembered one female during his last abduction, and that was Heather. Who the hell was this woman te He needed to get his strength back and fast, he thought, he knew he was in no condition to even kick her off of him. He then looked down towards the foot of the bed, he realized his arms were not the only thing affixed to something. His duct tape wrapped lower legs had been tied to the foot of the metal framed cot by his now shoe-less feet.

"Sh*t!" he cursed out loud. "Now what?" he thought as he closed his eyes to rest for a minute, the past few minutes of stress having taken a toll on his concussed condition.

Just then, the woman who minutes before had practically thrown herself at him, returned with the medical supplies she needed, "Well then G-man, let's see if I can get you patched up a little, then maybe I will even kiss it and make it better." she said, sporting the same leering grin she had worn before, leaving Booth to feel physically nauseas at the mere thought of her even touching him again - in any way.

TBC . . .

A/N - Hopefully I didn't miss any errors in this chapter – next update I will get back to what Brennan and team are doing to find Booth!