A/N: I just read one of my earlier Bones fics today (Bickering B's) and now I want to add another love scene with B & B to top that one! I think it will be in this story after they recover. IF, they recover. Mmuuhhaahaa

Just kidding.

Previously on Mistaken Identity:

"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.

Mistaken Identity

Chapter 25

Inside Booth's cell . . .

The filthy environment, combined with the years of built up dust that flowed through the air whenever anything was moved or disrupted – resulted in plethora of germs that drifted worked their way into his wounds. Lexi had covered his chest and head wounds, but how well? Booth didn't know or care at the moment. His leg had been re-set though the trio had left without even attempting to clean up the newly flowing blood from the wound that was now and inflamed and red, warm to the touch.

Booth knew that he was alternating between stages of alertness and delirium. He could tell he was now the lucky recipient of a low grade fever as his body also alternated between feeling like he was going to melt from the heat, to shivering with chills. 'How did he let himself get into this mess?' He thought.

2:00 PM: Inside what used to be the main office of the warehouse . . .

"Alright everyone – I need you to listen closely because I will only say this once!" came the angry warning from William Burton or the "Big Guy" as they all secretly called him. "I have had to alter my original plan because of . . . well, let's just say that Agent Booth is to blame and leave it at that."

"Now initially as you know, we had planned to fit the ankle tracking device on our very special agent – and keep him in line by threatening to bring harm to his loved ones and colleagues. I must admit that I am even more excited about my new strategy since I feel it will ultimately be even more successful to our mission, than the initial plan! Now that we have added the lovely Ms. Brennan to our . . . uh, overnight guests – she will now be the one to receive the new 'accessory' on her own shapely leg. I am sure she will be even more cooperative that the stubborn G-man in the long run."

Lexi's mind was racing, she felt sexually charged in knowing that Booth's true love was now under the same roof. It added a new level of excitement as she planned to not only take full advantage of having over 6 feet of handsome and sexy Booth trapped to a bed, but now she could taunt the hated scientist as well – she hoped there would be a time when they would both be in the same room so she could manhandle the agent while the woman who had ownership of his heart had no choice but to watch. 'Awww yes, this was going to be fun!' she thought, hoping she could keep her boss from finding out.

Burton had paused to look around and gauge everyone's reaction and after seeing excitement within all of their eyes, he continued. His team knew better than to interrupt him with questions until he announced that they were free to do so.

"The added benefit of this new plan, at least for me anyway – is that I can keep Agent Booth around so I can continue to uh . . . keep him in line so to speak. I still have some more information I need to get out of him – I still want to know how the hell he escaped last time when we had gone so far as to put him miles out to sea for F***' sake

After losing control of his temper – which they all noticed happened almost every time he even spoke about the FBI agent, he stopped his rant and smiled - a sinister and evil leer that could only mean bad things. His team of three awaited nervously for him to either continue, or to dismiss them.

Dismissal was not to be - not until an entire hour had gone by and Burton had described his new plan in detail and then divided some specific duties amongst them.

Brennan's Cell . . .

Brennan was slowly regaining her energy. The drugs were finally wearing off more and more while she continued to scour the room with her eyes in search of anything that she could reach to help her get out of the cuffs they had used to entrap her hands and affix her ankle to the bed. Or if she could find a way to disassemble the cot! She laid back to take a moment to rest, her body still quickly fatigued from the hours of drug induced slumber she had recently awoken from. She had to find him – she had to see for herself that he was alright.

She had already noticed there were no windows in the room, so the only way in or out was through the door. She decided it would be best if she saved her energy and rested so she could be ready when the time came to demand to see her partner. She remained in her prone position on the cot and listened. She listened for any sounds that might tell her where they were, or for voices that she might be able to recognize since she had never seen her captors due to the bag over her head.

Gargage Level P1 - Jeffersonian . . .

After leaving the security office on the P1 level of the garage, Angela, Hodgins, Wendell, Sweets and Cam. Cam had called in some of the other Interns and put them to work on other duties that Cam's primary team could not be bothered with. None of the other interns had been informed as to Booth's disappearance – nor would they be informed of Brennan's.

Officer Barker had by this time already noticed that the video feed from the camera located by the North end elevators was a little cloudier than the other feeds – not knowing if there was a connection or not, he shared that information with Angela. The group immediately exited the small office and headed toward the area he had alerted them to.

They looked like a classier version of the Fantastic Four as they spread out a few feet from each other and began walk to the opposite end of the parking structure. They formed this odd line up so they could search the area as the walked, but not be too far apart as to risk missing anything. They kept eye out for any evidence that would tell them where Brennan had been taken from and whether or not she had been injured in the process. They had learned this process from Booth whenever any of them were required to report to the scene of a crime. All of them had the same sinking feeling as when they investigated Booth's crime scene. None of them had missed the irony that they had both been taken from the same garage. They each wondered silently if there was any significance to that, or if it was a non-essential coincidence.

Once they arrived at the appropriate destination, Hodgins walked over the where the camera was positioned high above them in the corner. It was aimed to cover the elevators as well as parts of the surrounding garage/

But then Hodgins spotted a shimmer out of the corner of his eye, upon further inspection he could detect a thin and shiny film that covered the entire camera and base. Looking at the cement ground directly underneath the camera, he could easily make out a slightly darker area of cement that looked as though something had dripped or spilled on the spot. Squatting down he ran his finger lightly across the slightly sticky area. It didn't take a genius like Dr. Brennan, to figure out what had been done. "Hey! Everyone – come over here – I think I got somethin'!" he hollered.

Once the others gathered around, Hodgins explained. "I think I know why the video feed from this camera was the only feed that was coming across a little foggy. This had to be where they nabbed her." He said as he looked back and forth between the camera and the elevators.

"Hodgins - speak! What are you saying? Tell me what you know?!" Cam demanded him to get on with it.

"See here? See this wet and sticky spot underneath the camera? Well, I would bet my Porche' that the people who abducted Dr. Brennan, were the very same pros that nabbed Booth! I know this because there is a foam that is widely used in crimes where a video camera needs to be taken out of use temporarily but without alerting suspicions from the people monitoring the feed. Everyone knows that it's rare that anyone actually monitors every second of video feed – usually security teams and such only half ass glance at the monitors now and then, right?"

"Hodgins sweetie – just get to the point – please!" Angela begged.

"Okay okay sorry, I'm just really excited because this is a big clue! So this foam is not easily obtained, similar to the explosive devices used on the car when they abducted Booth, only professional criminals with a lot of money, can afford to even get this stuff. They spray it on the cameras and it stays thick and held in place for about ten minutes and then it dissolves leaving barely any residue behind. Many times investigators miss it because it's usually completely gone by the time anyone checks. But these guys must have sprayed too much of it on because it not only left enough behind for us to test and save as evidence – but it left enough of a film on the camera lense that the video feed is still a little cloudy. Now once we do find where they are keeping B & Dr. B – we can find the canister of foam and tie it back to the scene of the crime!" he concluded, wearing a smile from ear to ear over his discovery.

"That's awesome Hodgins!" Sweets was smiling just as big because this was also helping in Sweet's profile of the criminals since he felt that they obviously screwed up by spraying too much on, and hence leaving traceable evidence, and that told Sweets that these guys were over zealous and acted impulsively - without caution. But his smile quickly disintegrated as he realized that aside from the evidence provided by this overzealous act – those same characteristics were also quite dangerous as that also meant that they would act before thinking in other instances as well. Such as when provoked, they would be more likely to attack first and ask questions later – if ever. This type of personality was almost sociopathic in nature and this type of criminal typically has such an arrogance about them that they felt they were above the law and would never be caught.

When he had come across this type of behavior on previous cases he had done profiles for, the criminals showed no remorse for their actions no matter how severe they may be. This only strengthened Sweet's initial theory that they were dealing with a group of very unstable and impulsive individuals who would place Brennan and Booth in more danger of injury or death, than any other personality type he could have chosen.

If he had to find one positive among these very negative factors, it would be that criminals that fit this particular profile almost always made a mistake at some point. A mistake brought on by their own arrogance, or from one of their many impulsive and unthinking actions.

Booth's Cell . . .

Booth awoke slowly but with an overwhelming sense of uneasiness. He had no idea what was behind the bad feeling in his gut, but he didn't like it. He just had a bad feeling that things had either already become worse – or they were about to.

His leg had finally become somewhat numb which on one hand was a relief, but on the other, he knew that was not a good sign. He raised his head up to try once again to come up with a plan, but knowing he had no way of breaking free from the cuffs that bound his hands and the ropes that bound his feet, he had to formulate a plan of another sort. If he could somehow get that woman back in here, perhaps he could convince her that he wanted to do more than just let her touch him – he swallowed back the bile that threatened to introduce itself to his mouth – and then he could try to get her turned on enough to want to free his hands, then he could undo his feet himself after getting her in a choke hold until she passed out.

The door to his room/cell opened up, and almost as if she had read his mind . . . Lexi walked in.

To Be Continued . . .

Dang – yet another cliffhanger. I wanted to keep going but that's a great place to stop. I am already partially through the next chapter so I will update as soon as I can. Enjoy and please keep the awesome number of reviews coming! Thank you all for doing that, I love to hear what your favorite parts and and such!