A/N - I should have been more descriptive as far the size of the numbers that the bad guy carved into Booth's chest. Just so you all know, each number is less than 2 inches high. But pls don't worry because there are some plans later in the story that will make everything work out where his injuries and cuts are concerned. Okay? :-)

On The Last Fic-isode of Mistaken Identity . . .

Booth could not keep silent this time – letting a loud scream of agony escape from underneath the black material covering his head. The next few minutes were a blur of pain as the other two men released the cuffs that were holding Booth slightly up off the floor and causing him to hit the cold ground with most of the impact being taken up by his now fractured leg.

The jolt of pain was so excruciating, that his body and mind took pity and allowed him a reprieve by pulling him instantly into unconsciousness.

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Mistaken Identity

Chapter 22

Jeffersonian . . .

Brennan finished going over the list of names that Hodgins had emailed each of them, hoping one of them would trigger a memory of a past case she had worked with Booth. She was 98% sure it was associated with the Gravedigger cases since the man calling to taunt Booth had led them to believe that. But there are also many copy cat criminals out there and if Booth had taught her anything, it was not to assume anything and to always investigate every possible scenario.

Brennan paused briefly to saunter to the water cooler in her office, drinking down two small cups of the refreshing liquid. She had felt increasingly uneasy and physically slightly nauseas since she had that first episode where she thought she heard Booth call her name and sensed that he was in pain.

The rational side of her, convinced her that it was simply due to her being exhausted and her mind hence playing tricks on her because of it. But that did not explain why she had continued to 'not feel right' ever since. Was this how a 'gut feeling' really felt? She always assumed that the term was simply a metaphor and that there really was no 'physical' feeling involved. But if someone were to ask her to explain how she felt right now – she felt the only words that would truly express that would be – a sick feeling in my stomach that was nothing like your classic nausea.

Suddenly her cell phone jarred her out of her thoughts, causing her to drop the half full paper cup to the floor.

"Brennan!" she answered all too eagerly.

"Ahhh, I see you were expecting my call Dr. Brennan." came the cold voice on the other end.

"I want to talk to Booth! NOW!" she demanded

"All in good time Dr. Brennan, all in good time. But right now I'm afraid that – well, let's just say that he isn't in the uh, mood to talk to anyone right now."

"I am not going to keep playing these games with you!" she threatened, "Now you either tell me what you want from me, or you let me hear my partner's voice so I know that he is even alive – or I am hanging up and calling the FBI. Booth would rather die than see you get what ever it is you are seeking!" with those words - all but taunting him to kill Booth – brought her close to retching, but she knew from watching Booth deal with kidnappers, that you had to set boundaries and try to gain the upper hand somehow.

"Well now, I see you are growing restless after all! I am impressed Dr. Brennan, very impressed. Okay then, you shall have your wish. You will get to talk to your precious partner in short order, you have my word." With that he disconnected the call since he knew how long it took to start a trace, not knowing that Brennan had been so distraught that she hadn't even moved from her spot in her office. No trace had even been attempted.

Brennan let the cell phone slide slowly down her cheek as she then let her hand drop to her side. All of this was taking a bigger toll on her by the hour and they were no where closer to finding Booth than there were a few hours ago. She hadn't even noticed that Angela and Cam had come into her office and were standing right behind her – as she started to turn in that direction she jumped 2 feet into the air having been so lost in her thoughts and worries, that they succeeded in scaring her half to death.

"Oh sweetie – I'm SO sorry that we startled you like that! I swear it wasn't our intention to sneak up on you like that! Cam and I just wanted to check on you and give you an update – and see how you are holding up." Angela explained.

Cam picked up where she left off, "You looked like you were finishing a phone call so we didn't want to interrupt." She explained, then noticed how her friend's hands were shaking - "Temperance are you okay? You look as though you are going to be sick or something, do you want to sit down?" Cam asked, expressing her concern.

"No – no there is no time for that! That call was from the creep who has Booth! He wouldn't let me talk to him, he all but insinuated that Booth wasn't physically able to do so!" she explained. "We have to work faster! I think we need to call Sweets in. We need him to help create a profile or something. We are getting nowhere!" she said, sounding less panicked than she felt.

Two Hours Later - Brennan's office . . .

"Doctor Brennan, can I ask why you didn't call me immediately when Booth was taken?" Sweets grilled her. "I mean, this is bad – very bad. We need to get the FBI involved right away!" he said in his usual overly nervous manner. Cam, Angela, Hodgins and Wendell were all gathered in the office as well.

"Sweets just calm down. There's a lot of this I still cannot discuss with you, it is just too dangerous and Booth would not want anyone else's life in jeopardy because of him or one of our cases! I only brought you in now because I value your ability to help us figure out what kind of individual we are looking for – what kind of sociopath with no conscious whatsoever, would want to harm Booth and then taunt us with these calls that are getting them no where. I mean, they haven't even been clear as to what they want in return – why they took Booth in the first place." Brennan rambled anxiously.

"Okay okay, I got it. Just give me some time to look over the case file and what you guys have so far. I will do my best, and you have to believe that we will find Booth and get him back! Okay? He will be okay Dr. Brennan, you have to believe that, we all have to believe that!" he concluded.

"Alright Sweets, I know you are right, I do believe that so let's just get back to focusing on making that happen. Do you recall when you came out and hypnotized Booth so he could remember what happened the night he was first kidnapped by the gravedigger? Well, that is what these people are leading us to believe this is related to. The other voices that Booth heard that night, before passing out completely, are most likely part of a team rather than just one person. Meaning that Heather Taffet DID have help, she did NOT work alone."

"How many others do you think we are talking about here?" he asked.

Hodgins responded, "Well based on what we have so far from when Booth was taken in the parking garage, we figure there had to be at least two, maybe three others, one to drive each car and another to sneak up on Booth with the syringe they used to subdue him after hitting him. We found evidence to support this theory as well."

After going over more details and each volunteering for more tasks, they all disbanded and went to get started. Brennan's cell phone rang again and she answered it expecting it to be the ringleader again and eager to finally get to talk to her partner. "Brennan" she answered, but to her disappointment it was a female voice.

"Yes Dr. Brennan, this is Officer Dannon from building security and we believe we have been able to salvage and retrieve some of the missing footage from the garage at the time of the incident that occurred a couple of days ago. I was told to contact you if we found anything. Can you come down he- " Brennan had already hung up and out the door towards the elevator before the woman had even finished her sentence, eager to get to the footage as soon as possible so she could bring it to her team to view and dissect.

She never made it there.

To Be Continued . . .

Muu-hahahaha sorry for the evil cliffie! I can't help myself *devilish grin* PLEASE REVIEW!