Readers - First I thank you for your reviews! I meant to try and reply to each of you individually, but I;m still struggling with working 6 days/wk - getting up at 4:30 am ea day and commuting 2-3 hrs a day. By the time I get to even read fan fic much less write, I fall asleep! I also have to admit that my excitement over BONES has been waning and it saddens me to no end. I thought last season was boring as far as having no new villains and hardly ANY realy edge of the seat drama and excitement (like Gormagon did and Epps for sure did, and initially the Gravedigger did. But THIS season SUCKS in my opinion and is even more boring than last. If they keep this up, their ratings will nose dive and it's all due to the WRITERS = NOT the talented cast. Feel free to voice yr thoughts when you review though. I won't do the same thing to my Boens fics tho - I will try to make up for season 5s lack of drama and action, by adding more to my fics. NCIS for example, look at tht show, season 7 and their ratings have actually JUMPED UP by millions. They had a season finale that was actually One-Upped by the Premiere - yet Bones always has good finale's and then does a stinkin TIME jump in the first seconds of premiere and then it's just another episode.

Sorry to vent. I apologize if I missed any errors in this chapter, I may have. Don't take my explanation of the explosives or anything else, as total fact either. :-) I should have Deja Vu new chapter up in next day or two as well. Hope you enjoy...

Previously on Mistaken Identity (Chapter 16) . . .

"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.

Mistaken Identity

Chapter 17

Jeffersonian – P2 Garage . . .

The investigation at the newly labeled crime scene was well under way. Cam was extremely helpful having been a Police Officer in the past, she knew how to run a crime scene and what evidence to look for and such.

As soon as the building was declared unaffected by the earlier alarm, Angela went back up to keep an eye on things at the lab. They realized now, how easily it had been for someone to get too close for comfort to where all of them spent a majority of their daily lives – at work. It didn't go unnoticed to anyone, that harm could have just as easily come to any of them.

Brennan had made sure they all knew that no one was to contact the FBI or anyone else just yet, in regard to Booth's kidnapping. If anything she had told them she might get Sweets more involved and possibly Caroline as well. But only when they had more to go on and that meant waiting for word from the captors.

Brennan was still by Booth's SUV and had been for longer than it should have taken her to inspect and gather any evidence just as Booth had taught her over the years. No one was sure if it was taking her longer than usual to look for evidence simply because she was being extra thorough, or if the reality of what had happened here was finally sinking in. That Booth had been abducted and was now most likely at the mercy of ruthless killers.

A few yards away, Hodgins and Wendell had discovered the remnants of a timing device underneath the car, just below the gas tank. After calling Cam over, Hodgins brought her up to speed on what they had found while he helped Wendell remove the main part of the device that had been damaged substantially but still had a sizable section still affixed to the vehicle. They then carefully placed it into an evidence bag. Wendell had already bagged and tagged many of the smaller bits and pieces that had been found. Some very close to the vehicle, and others several feet away. They at least appeared to have been part of that device, but they hoped they could at least gather enough remnants, to piece it together somewhat and obtain the additional details they needed.

"Cam, I can't tell you much until we get this to the lab for further inspection, but I can tell you this, it was definitely installed by a professional. Someone who has done this before and who knows about explosives." he stated.

"Hodgins, I will probably regret asking you this, but just how is it that you know enough about explosives, to make that kind of determination?" she asked him, subtly hinting to his rather paranoid involvement in many conspiracy theory groups.

"Yeah yeah, I know what you are thinking - but you can just stop." he teased, "You know this isn't the first case we have worked on that involved explosives, and most of what I learned came from Booth telling me what he needed me to look for, and why. I'll say this, the man knows his stuff when it comes to explosives! One thing being that there are some key differentiators between a device made by an amateur versus a professional job."

He continued talking while already beginning to inspect some of the parts in his gloved hands, "Booth said that professional hit men, the mafia, and other professional criminals, all have access to the more intricate, expensive parts that you can only obtain through illegal sources or in limited supply from certain distributors. The good thing about the Pro jobs is that the devices usually have identifying markers on some of the parts such as serial numbers, etc. Bombs made by amateurs are nine out of ten times, created using basic household products and one of many 'recipes' that can be found on the web."

Hodgins held up some of the burnt parts in his hands, "The parts on this device my friends, definitely have identifying markers on them. In fact, I can already make some of the digits out but I am going to need to get em up to the Lab and use chemical solutions to clean them off – then I can make out the rest of it, and we - " he was interrupted by Cam who completed the rest of his sentence herself

"We can use those ID's to determine where they may have purchased the various elements, obtain a list of all buyers in the past 3 to 6 months and narrow it down from there. Very good Hodgins! I am impressed."

Hodgins smiled proudly, "There's one more important factor you need to know though Dr. Saroyan."

"Yeah? Which is?" she asked, sensing his urgency.

"Cam, this device was not meant to hurt or kill anyone. This is the type that is often referred to as an Incendiary Device and they are typically used as more of a diversionary tactic more than anything else. They emit short bursts of fire, sparks and smoke that is solely meant to startle or distract it's victim or victim's – by causing them to become startled, and distracted from anything else going on around them. In this case I believe the kidnapper's triggered it either just before they tossed an injured Booth in the back of their vehicle, or as they were making their get away - so that they eyes of any witnesses inside the garage at the time, would have instantly looked towards the loud popping noises, fire and smoke, rather than the crime that was occurring. Any potential witnesses now thinking only of their own safety and of nothing else."

"Wendell and I can start working on getting the identifiers off of these parts right now if you would like." he concluded.

Cam listened while she continued to gather up additional bagged items, handing all of them to Hodgins. "Okay Hodge, you two get started on that while we finish things here. Oh and will you please take these with you too? We should be up shortly as well." Hodgins nodded his head in agreement and started to turn to go when he heard his boss's voice adding one last instruction.

"Oh and Hodgins? Let me clarify one thing before you go - this is not me giving you boys permission to do any of your crazy experiments or to blow things up! Are we clear?" she commanded with a hint of a smile.

Hodgins' smiled back but the slight slump of disappointment in his shoulders told a different story. Cam knew he would still find a way to talk her into one of his experiments, he always did. She turned and headed back towards Brennan and Angela to help wrap up the rest of the crime scene investigation.

Her mind couldn't help but to force her thoughts to think about Booth for a moment – that though shattered into a hundred questions, none of which she could answer. Who had taken Booth this time? What had they done to him? She worried, what did they have in store? Would they see their friend again? Could he survive yet another bout with captivity at the hands of potential killers? Especially knowing from asking Brennan, that he hadn't fully recovered from the injuries he received during the last bout.

She literally shook her head as if it would help her to force the negative thoughts out of her mind so she could focus on something important. She needed all of her attention to be on gathering enough evidence so that she might finally have answers to some of those questions that haunted her and the entire team, most especially of course, Brennan.

Steel Warehouse . . .

When Lexi returned to Booth's side, she now had a small first aid kit in her possession. Booth felt immense relief when she seemed focused on cleaning his wound, rather than ogling or flirting with him like she was doing before.

"Okay G-man this is going to sting so don't say I didn't warn you." she was seated on the cot next to Booth and had turned his head to the opposite side so she could access the still trickling wound, a cotton pad saturated in disinfectant in her hand. While she was focused on that task, Booth to advantage of her distraction to look around and try to see if he spotted any extra doors, windows, vents large enough to crawl through – anything. He also tried to crane his neck slightly to see further out the door she had left open.

"Okay doll, if you don't stop squirming this is only gonna hurt more – so, I suggest you just relax." she warned. As Booth was still looking around and memorizing everything about his captive space, his eyes suddenly screwed shut in pain as he unknowingly tried to pull away from the burning chemicals she had just applied. "Dammit! What the hell are you using on me – some kind of acid?! Geez!" he complained.

"Oh hush now - I'm all done." she responded. "I just want to make sure you don't get sick from some infection or somethin', 'cause as I mentioned before, we need you to be fully coherent today."

Booth felt his stomach clench upon hearing those words. Uh-oh, he thought, sounds like they plan to start grilling me for information pretty quickly. He didn't care what they put him through, as long as it accomplished two things – one being to keep their focus only on him and off of Bones. Second would be to stall for as long as he could hold out, so that Brennan and her team could track his whereabouts and hopefully show up with the Police or FBI to arrest this gang of killers.

He had become so lost in thought, his mind racing through various potential plans, that he hadn't noticed that the woman had finished administering her brutal attempt as first aid and was standing near the only exit to the room, or his cell is what it felt like to Booth. His head seemed to throb worse after her 'care' than it had before, but at least it seemed to not be bleeding as bad now. That was important because he needed all of his strength to get through this. Losing more blood would surely inhibit his strength by weakening his body and mind.

"Agent Booth, seems you are not in the mood to talk right now. You have been very quiet. Oh well, it's probably best that you rest your voice anyway because - trust me, you WILL talk later – one way or another." she then disappeared through the door, slamming it tightly behind her. Booth could hear the sound of a steel bar being pushed into place on the other side of the door, barring it from opening from his side. No matter how much strength he regained, if he somehow got himself freed of the pipe he was cuffed to. He slumped back against the cot in frustration. If he was going to attempt an escape, he would have to wait, and hope, that they took him elsewhere for the 'Q and A session' as he preferred to call it.

It didn't sound as intimidating or painful as the kind of session he knew they m,ost likely had in mind.

TBC . . .

Sorry it's shorter than my usual chapters – but I thought it was a good place to end. I am trying to get more sleep at night so when I do have time to write (when not working my 6 days/wk and commuting 2-3 hrs a day) - I don't keep falling asleep!