A/N: FINALLY an Episode of Bones that has tough guy Booth back!! I've been waiting two years for them to bring back the more tough guy action. Now Hart needs to just bring back a little of the intense nail biting drama that we used to get back in the Gormagon and Epps seasons - and I will be so happy! That latest epi of Bones (Proof In The Pudding) got me revved to finish this update

Sorry I still have to proof read this again and then I will fix any errors. I just get excited to get you the next chapter so I hope you don't mind if there are any little mistakes. I hope you like it! Please keep me going with your awesome reviews because they truly get me excited to write more and update faster! That's not a threat though cuz I hate when author's hold a chapter hostage until they get a certain # of reviews! Happy reading!

Last Time On; Mistaken Identity . . .

A chill ran down the back of Angela's spine as she started practically sprinting towards the other section of the lab to go find Hodgins and Cam. "Well Barker someone called Brennan a while ago and said they were with Jeffersonian Security, but Brennan said it was a woman who called her. Okay, I gotta run, something isn't right! We will be down there shortly to check things out, call me immediately if you notice anything suspicious – and DON'T – I repeat, don't touch anything if you come across anything that seems out of place or whatever, okay?! Thank you sweetie." And with that she had hung up before awaiting his response, she had to notify the others as soon as possible - something was wrong, very wrong.

Mistaken Identity

Chapter 24

Booth's eyes shot open as he felt a stab of pain coming from his broken leg. He had forgotten where he was for a moment and looked around frantically while trying to gather his senses and figure it out.

"Well Agent Booth, nice of you to honor me with your presence again, I was beginning to worry."

Upon hearing the sultry voice of the woman, Booth let out a barely detectable sigh of disappointment as his memories of where he was and who was with him - came back. His eyes closed again briefly while he tried to get a handle on the pain, his leg was killing him and the only good thing about that was, it was bad enough to take his mind of the painful gouging marks on his chest. He opened his eyes quickly when he felt something wet touching his face.

Brennan remained unconscious during the entire ride to the warehouse. Sam and Nik had pulled her from the trunk and brought her into another one of the small, damp rooms that used to act as an office of some sort when the warehouse was actually in use. They had purchase another small Army cot to accommodate their new guest, and after some preperation they had constructed a way to keep it from being moved in order to reduce the chances of the prisoner dismantling the cot in order to break free from the cuffs or even worse, to use it as a weapon.

Everthing was all set in the dusty room that was to become a second cell. They had little time to pull it all together since they had a kidnapping to commit and their boss had given them little warning as to the new 'visitor' they would be acquiring. Burton had decided on a whim, to kidnap Booth's partner after all - since he needed her to get the stubborn agent to do what they wanted.

One of the things planned for Booth to do use him to help them get Heather released from prison. Burton had initially planned to manipulate the FBI agent by threatening to pick of his friends one by one, starting with his beloved Dr. Brennan – if Booth did not do exactly as they told him. Then the plan was to rig him with an ankle bracelet so they could monitor and track him. They had obtained the device through the black market, it was the same device fitted on criminals that were under house arrest. It typically only allowed them to go a certain distance before sending off alarms to alert the Police.

Burton had paid a small fortune to have the device recalibrated so distance would not be an issue, but the minute the arrogant Agent tried to alert someone to his plight, or pull anything funny, the device would send enough electrical current through his leg to take down an elephant. They had planned to plant a bug in the lining of his clothes with which to monitor every word he said to make sure he didn't signal anyone in some way. Then they would follow him at all times by using the GPS chip inside the ankle device. They would have had to stay close to him since the remote detonation of the electrical warning system required them to be within a certain distance.

His mission would be to go back and claim new evidence had been found that he felt exonerated Ms. Taffet as the prime suspect in the Gravedigger cases. Heather had been appealing her conviction which made this the right time to "coerce" Booth and the Jeffersonian team, to find a way to convince the Court Of Appeals, that their new evidence suggests that someone else had committed the horrible crimes. Burton planned at the time. That was one of the plans, they had other options as well just in case.

Part of the plan was to have Burton rough Booth up a little, mainly to have a little fun letting out his fury over the Agent's ability to not only escape his intended explosive death on that ship, but also for his role in helping to get a conviction, sending Heather to Prison for life. Then after once Booth was rendered unconscious and therefore unmoving, from Burton's abuse - then the ankle device would be locked into place and they would put the plan in motion.

But Burton had lost control.

The smug and silent Agent's behavior at the start of the sadistic man's 'session' with him, had managed to send Burton's rage soaring to new heights. Seeing how Booth had seemingly not been intimidated or fearful in any way – practically mocking the villain - only infuriated him to the point that he just wanted to hurt him and cause him unspeakable pain. His initial plan went straight out the window taking his patience along with it. His biggest mistake was in breaking the smirking man's leg, knowing what kind of mind blowing pain a broken bone would inflict.

Sam and Nik had stood back in shock, their mouths hanging open as they heard the sickening crunch of the bone as it snapped under the blunt pressure. They were shocked beyond words as that was never part of their bosses' plan. But then again, they could recall the last time they had seen him that angry – it was when he first discovered that Booth had survived and it hadn't been pretty. He took it out on almost every one of them – especially Lexi for whatever reason. She did resemble Dr. Brennan in a way, though no where near as breath taking. Perhaps that had been the reason for his ongoing love/hate relationship with the woman. He had begun his affair with her only one month after Heather's incarceration.

Now they all waited to find out what the new plan is, now that Agent Booth would be unable to walk – the ankle tracking device plan was shot to hell. Burton had told them all to make sure to be at the warehouse at precisely 2:00 that afternoon, inside the vacant and run down office that was far enough from where Booth and Brennan were held, to ensure their privacy.

There, he would brief them on his revised agenda.

As Booth's eyes flashed open once again, this time not from the pain but from the unexpected feeling of cool wetness sliding across his brow line, his body tensed as he realized it was just Lexi running a damp cloth over his sweat covered face as the pain caused a cold sweat to break out on his skin. For someone who led such a violent criminal existence, she had the touch of a feather and it was beginning to mess with Booth's mind as he found comfort in her touch. He didn't want to! He wanted to feel repulsed as he had when she first started touching him. But between his head injury and the bone crushing pain he was forced to endure – he was starting to become almost delirious.

His mind was tricking him into believing that it was Bones who was taking care of him so tenderly. Bones who was whispering in his ear and had the healing touch of an angel.

Then he would open his eyes and regain some clarity – only to realize with absolute disappointment, that it was Lexi.

"What - 'r you . . doo-ing?" Booth asked, slurring slightly from fatigue and dizziness.

"I'm just taking care of you, and you really shouldn't complain because if the Big Guy knew I was paying this much time and attention to you, he would strangle me. Booth knew that she wasn't speaking metaphorically – she was genuinely afraid of the man who would think nothing of choking her to within an inch of her life just to teach her a lesson.

"Now, I have you somewhat cleaned up - except for one thing that I thought you might want me to do last. We need to reset your leg. If we don't then you could develop a serious infection where part of the bone has broken through the skin." She was eyeing his nasty looking leg injury but Booth noticed she didn't cringe at all while gawking at the gruesome sight, she didn't seem at all phased by it. In fact, if Booth had to describe the look that was on her face, he shuddered as he realized it was sheer fascination.

Her lips turned up slightly at the corners as her eyes seemed to droop seductively. This was turning her on! Booth continued to watch her in horror. She was definitely getting excited by the wound which made Booth realize she may be a little beyond his help even if he could convince her to leave. People who reacted like that when faced with something so gory that it would make most people lose their lunch – was not normal in any sense of the word!

Booth swallowed nervously, his adrenaline kicking up a notch and helping him to clear his head completely and begin to perk up and focus.

"I'll be right back."

When she returned she had brought her two burly 'associates' with her. Booth's wrists were being rubbed raw as he tensed and tried to pull himself up slightly as his mind raced trying to think of a way to avoid what was surely coming. He knew what they were planning, he knew they were going to try to brutally snap the broken bones in his leg back into place. He also knew that it could either be successful – or if done wrong, it could acerbate the wound and accelerate the spread of infection – if the pain of having it go badly didn't kill him first!

"I suggest you don't try anything funny Agent Booth. This can go quickly – or we can make it painfully slow until you are begging for us to shoot you." came Sam's immediate warning as he stepped through the door.

Booth started to prepare for what was coming, he forced himself to focus on something else, to let his mind fade back to memories of Brennan. He began to Imagine her with him now, until her beautiful face was the only thing on his mind.

Nik moved to the top of the cot and began pressing down on Booth's shoulders, pinning him further to the bed and holding his upper torso in place. This caused the deep cuts on his chest to start bleeding again from the taut stretching of his skin from the added pressure of the man's hands. Sam got into position near Booth's injured leg, while Lexi was instructed to hold down Booth's good leg to help keep his body from jerking and hence ruining the setting of his broken leg. Sam placed one hand on Booth's thigh – just above his knee – then moving his free hand to grab onto Booth's ankle.

Suddenly without warning or even counting to three – there was an ear shattering CRRAACCCKKK – followed immediately by an even more audible POP!

Booth clenched his teeth so hard when the first indescribable white pain took over his entire body and mind, that in the two seconds following he opened his mouth and clamped his top teeth onto his bottom lip waiting for the pain to settle down to a level that was only considered 'unbearable'. He hadn't been prepared for the even more painful and loud pop of the two broken ends of his fibula snapped back into line with each other – somewhat.

The new shocking pain caused his teeth to sink all the way through his lip, nearly breaking through to the other side. Tears fell from the corner of his eyes but they were not shed from crying. His eyes were watering due to not only the pain, but also from the tight manner in which he was screwing his eyes shut trying to fight his body's urge to make him scream. This forced the excess water in his eyes to be forces out the corner edges and onto the thin pillow below.

And then – he was out.

Brennan was caught in a dream, mainly brought on by the drugs as they made their voyage through her system. She was dreaming about a recent memory where she and Booth were laying side by side on the hood of his SUV as they stared up into the clear nighttime sky, watching for shooting stars in the dark sky above. All of a sudden her peaceful dream was shattered by the instant vision of Booth's face, barely conscious and clearly in pain. His eyes were closed but his lips were lightly calling out her name over and over again.

"Bones . . . Bones . . . Bones . . ." he was clearly trapped in the anguishing stages of delirium as he repeated the soothing mantra. Brennan was suddenly startled awake by the horrible vision as it tore at her heart.

She winced as she sat up too quickly and dizziness demanded her attention. "Booth!" she yelled out. Looking around the room it took her a couple of minutes to become aware of her surroundings and to remember what had happened to bring her to this place.

"Booth?!" she hollered again as her eyes searched the room for her partner. She had to help him! She had to get to him.

Her hair had fallen down in her face a little from the hasty way she had bolted up to a seated position. She naturally started to bring her hands up to brush her hair away only to have them jerk back in place. Looking back behind her she could see they were handcuffed behind her, this brought some relief as she noticed the cuffs were not bound to anything else. Assuming she could rise from the bed and begin to find her partner, all the air left her lungs from the disappointment of realizing that her feet were not so free. One of her ankles had been cuffed to the cot that had also been bolted down to the floor using strips of plywood and eye hooks. Upon further inspection she could see that the planks had been drilled down firmly into the cement underneath and affixed to the ground by large bolts.

All of her strength drained from her body from the depressing find. She would have to think of something else. Some other way to escape and get to the man who needed her. The man she loved.

"Bones . . . Bones . . . Bones . . ." Booth's head rolled lazily side to side as the semi-conscious man murmured his lover's name repeatedly. Disoriented by the delirious state that his mind had slipped into as infection began to form within all of his wounds.

To Be Continued . . .

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