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Previously On Mistaken Identity . . .

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 if he could get her turned on enough 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.

Mistaken Identity

Chapter 26

As Booth looked towards the door, his heart dropped into his stomach once he saw the familiar silhouette of Lexi. He knew what he had to do and it still made him sick if he thought about it at all. It was going to be like when he was child and had been forced to eat his most hated vegetable in the world – Brussels sprouts, where he would end up having to just close his eyes and pretend it was his favorite food - pizza! Then he would rinse it down with ice cold milk, sometimes even swallowing them whole!

But in this scenario Lexi was the hated brussel sprouts and Bones - was his pizza! The milk would essentially be his freedom and hence Brennan's safety.

"I was wondering when you would be back" he said to her, "I hate to admit this but, I missed your TLC." he hoped that she didn't see how flushed he was from the fever he knew was getting higher. His voice sounded weak even to him but he knew he had to pull out some extra strength from within, if her were going to escape and get to Brennan. His adrenaline was rising just from the anticipation of what he was going to have to do to make it happen.

He forced himself to flirt with her in hopes that she would take the bait.

Then just to make sure it was working, he added, "You know, you really are too good for him. You do know that don't you Lexi?" he knew that psychologically, the more he said her first name, regardless of if it was her real name or not – then the faster she would feel some sort of bond between them.

"Well, maybe I am but – maybe he is what I deserve." came her surprising reply. "Women like me don't get a second glance from men like you." She added.

"Well I'm lookin' now so that can't be completely true." His voice was still quaking slightly from pain and exhaustion, but he had to forge through. He eyed her warily as she did the same to him. Her long legs bringing her closer to his cot where she finally seated herself on the edge of the mattress and looked him dead in the eye. "You think you can fool me that easily Agent Booth? Hmmm? You think for one minute I would believe that you could find me so attractive that you would just forget all about that – braniac scientist with the looks of a Greek Goddess that you usually have on your arm?"

"No-o I don't expect you to believe that - nor am I trying to fool you. Hey believe me, I'm as surprised as anyone at how much I enjoyed your . . ." he paused, struggling to complete the lie, "your touch.

I also never said anything about leaving for you - haven't you ever heard to old expression - 'have you cake and eat it too'? Huh? I mean how is she going to know?" as he said the last part he made sure to look her up and down, trying hard to feign enjoyment when in reality, he felt nothing.

Lexi leaned down further, one of her hands roaming freely across his chest through his still unbuttoned shirt. She got within inches of his lips before speaking. "Yeah? Well she might never find out - but if the big guy did, we'd both be dead! Although I must admit, your suggestion is something I have fantasized about at least a dozen times since we first brought you here. But hell, you aren't even up to doing anything with these injuries – especially that leg!"

"You'd be surprised." He replied, "Besides, who's to say I was planning on doing all the work? I mean that would be a little hard seeing as I am trussed up like a Christmas turkey. Being bound like this I won't even be allowed the pleasure of letting my hands do amazing things to that body you keep rubbing against me." he then winked at her to continue with his flirtatious act, although his still throbbing head did not appreciate the action and fired back with more throbbing pain.

"So where is the – big guy – as you call him? Is he in the vicinity now?"

"No, no, he's not. Hell I never know where he is are you kidding me? He only comes to me when HE needs something from me . . . and we all know what that is." She responded, a hint of sadness in her voice.

"Well then, why not take care of your own needs for a change" Booth asked, he knew he was treading tough waters with this approach and that his plan could completely backfire on him if she wouldn't release at least one of his hands first. "What I wouldn't give to just touch you right now – feel your skin and, pleasure you like no one has before." He poured it on thick, knowing that he had to get her hot and bothered enough to make a mistake - like releasing one of his hands. He had to get her to the point where lust took over her brain and caused her to shift her focus.

'Ahhh. . .' Booth thought, 'I think it's working, she won't be able to resist removing one of my cuffs after that little comment!' he had to force himself not to smirk in satisfaction of his plan – it was definitely getting closer to reality.

Back in Brennan's Cell . . .

Struggling and then resting, struggling and resting, so became her pattern of activity as she tried to work herself free from the bed by doing anything she could to loosen the various parts of the cot that held onto the handcuffs that bound her to the bed. Why had no one come for her, what was their plan? She had a million questions as her mind wandered back and forth from trying to find ways to escape, to wondering how Booth was doing, to wondering how far her team had gotten with the evidence they had most likely uncovered after they realized that she was missing.

'Who would their kidnapper call, now that she was also captive?' her thoughts were lost as she became more and more sleepy having exhausted herself body and mind until she slowly slipped into a fitful sleep.

District of Columbia's High Security State Penitentiary . . .

In the absence of their usual fearless leaders so to speak, Brennan and Booth, Cam, Lance Sweets, Angela and the rest of the squints all banded together until they formulated a plan. Or rather, part of a plan. They started thinking like Booth usually did when he was hanging around the lab while working on a case, he sometimes described his theories out loud – not speaking TO anyone really, merely talking out loud as if to sound out each theory until one of them stood out among the rest.

In doing this he unknowingly taught the eavesdropping lab rats more than they had realized until they all started discussing all the possible theories surrounding Booth's and then Dr. Brennan's disappearance.

Once they had narrowed down the theories, they realized the all kept pointing to Attorney Heather Taffet and the whole 'Gravedigger' disaster. They all agreed that the next step should be to have Sweets arrange to meet with Heather Taffet under the guise of doing a psychological profile for the Prosecuting Attorney, and in essence he would be doing a profile of her – but more so to determine whether she had help when she had committed all of the crimes and murders that fell under the 'gravedigger' persona.

They also were hoping to get her to trip up and spill details such as names, places or anything else that would help them get closer to figuring out who was holding their friends and more importantly – where they were holding them.

"So Ms. Taffet," Sweets began, "I need to inform you that the voice recorder on the table here, is going to record our entire conversation. Do you have any problem with that?"

"No, I don't give a rat's ass – just get on with it. According to my Attorney, I apparently don't have a choice about much of anything lately, especially this . . . evaluation - or whatever you are calling it!" She retorted, still housing the same angry bitterness in her heart as she had when they had been interrogating her when Booth was missing the first time. "So, where's Superman? I thought he never let you go anywhere by yourself." She questioned, knowing that Booth usually accompanied the frail looking Psychologist, mainly to assure his safety more than anything else.

"When you say Superman, I assume you are referring to Agent Booth and well, he is not allowed to be here since as you know, he was one of your victims. Why, do you still have feelings of resentment towards him Ms. Taffet? Hmmm? Feelings that make you wish you could go after him again and hopefully succeed in killing him if you had another crack at it?"

"Ohhh-nooo, you are not going to trap me that easily Dr. Sweets. You think I am honestly going to admit to wanting to kill the man? Yeah well, that's not gonna happen. Next question."

"Okay," Sweets replied, moving on. "So tell me again, just how did you, a five foot four petite female, actually succeed in not only somehow pulling the over six foot tall, 193 pounds of solid Booth out a window that was 3 feet from the ground, then lift him into a toy submarine and then – somehow get him down into the bowels of a massive ship in the middle of the ocean? Because that I would like to know!" he stated, then he sat silently waiting for her to reply and hopefully show signs that she was lying.

"Well . . . that is for me to know and you never to find out! You honestly think I am going to divulge ANYthing to you? What are you, about 18? Seriously, couldn't they even get me someone that has been all the way through puberty?" she bullied.

"I can assure you Ms. Taffet that I am well beyond - puberty as you say." his face turning slightly pink. "I have more credentials than many of the Pshychologists that are ten years older than me. But I am not the one being evaluated here, so I would appreciate if you would stop trying to change the subject and just answer the questions as they are asked." he said firmly, not backing down or reacting in the way he knew she had hoped for.

"Fine. Did I have help? No, I did not – you know why? Because I NEVER DID IT IN THE FIRST PLACE!" she suddenly hollered – causing Sweets to flinch ever so slightly. He hated when he flinched!

"Okay now, just calm down. Then would you like me to just remind you of the massive amount of very incriminating and positive evidence that proves that you were indeed involved 100%!But what you may NOT know Ms. Taffet, is that this same evidence is also what has led us to believe - without a doubt = that you did indeed have help!" he paused before resuming, giving her time for that to sink in.

"So, would you care to revise your answer? Perhaps if I would be able to convince the FBI to either reduce the various charges that have been filed against you, or be lenient on the terms you recieve during sentencing?"

"Do you really think that if I did do this, and if I did have help, that I would rat out anyone who allegedly played a role in committing those crimes? Hmm? Because if you do, then you don't know squat about me!" she practically spat the words out at him.

"Ohhh, en contraire'" Sweets said, utilizing what little French he knew just to add a dramatic flair to his next statement. He wanted to look as cool, calm and collected as Booth always did whenever he interrogated someone.

"But we do Heather, we know more about you than you could ever imagine. Did you know that the Government has files on nearly every one of us? I don't have time to go into that further but just trust me when I say, you're screwed basically. Unless of course you work with myself and the FBI to help us bring in the others"

"And by others - you know, the ones who are perfectly happy with letting you either die in the gas chamber if DC was not against it, or letting you rot in jail for the rest of your life while they all go on living theirs – and committing worse crimes as they go."

"If they are allowed to continue to roam free and commit more murders and other crimes, you will be just as responsible if you did nothing to help stop them"

Then before she could answer, Sweets stood up as he uttered the last few words and started to gather his tape recorder and other items as if he were leaving. Another trick he had learned from Booth.

"Wait!" she said, stopping him in his tracks, "Wait . . . I . . . look, I need to think for a minute – I . . . "

Sweets leaned closer into the space above the small table, silently waiting for her to continue.

Booth laid there waiting to see if Lexi took his offered bait. He could feel the sweat that was lightly trickling down from his face, into the edges of his hair. He was feeling more and more nauseated and he knew it wasn't all coming from his distaste over what he knew he had to do to get out of the cuffs – some of the nausea was from his injuries and worsening infection.

His attention When he noticed her moving closer to his lips as if to kiss him, he had to think fast as he realized he may not have thought this through. "Wait! Uh, no kissing . . . on the lips or face. Only at first, it uh . . . it increases the sexual tension and . . . as hard as it is to do – you have to trust me that it pays off later . . . if you know what I mean." he said, lying.

A leering smile appeared on her face as she pondered his words. "Ahhh, I see. I have heard of people doing that, in fact now that you mention it, Bil-. . . er - the big guy, hardly ever kisses me. But with him I always thought that meant he didn't really care about me and that is was just sex – no foreplay or kissing actually, that's his style."

Booth listened to her ramblings and hoped against hope that she didn't put two and two together and realize that was his same reason as well. His love was for Bones, and kissing was just too much of an emotional connection in Booth's mind, so he couldn't allow for that. He just had to get her excited enough to release him – he had to focus on that end goal if he were going to see this through!

He had not missed the fact that she almost slipped and called her boss by his first name. It made Booth realize that she was in love with the man who basically used her for his own enjoyment and for no other reason. 'What a bastard!' Booth thought, feeling sorry for her once again.

Lexi knew her time with the sexy agent was limited, she immediately began to kiss and lick every other inch of his neck an chest that wasn't bruised or still lighlty bleeding and covered with gauze – not noticing the cringing grimaces that Booth had plastered on his face as he tried to control his own gag reflex in having her all over him.

When he felt her start to undo his new "Cocky" belt buckle, the one that Bones had bought him, his head shot up quickly in shock – too quickly as he yelled out in agony from the blood that rushed to the injured part of his skull. His adrenaline had spiked once his escape plan went into action, causing his body to temporarily cover the pain he had been feeling from head to toe. Now, he wasn't so lucky.

"Oww!" he yelled out before he could stop himself. He opened his eyes and waited for the two visions of Lexi he was now seeing, morphed into one as his dizziness finally subsided.

Lexi however, simply continued with her mission completely removing his belt, then taking the large metal buckle off and setting it next to him. She held the belt in her hands as if she may plan to use it on him. He shuddered to think that she was into that kind of S & M where pain is used to bring pleasure somehow.

"Now don't go hurting yourself already Agent Booth – you will ruin all the fun." then to his relief she dropped the belt to the floor next to the cot, but unfortunately resumed her task and unbuttoned the single button at the top of his expensive slacks. The second her fingers went for the zipper he knew he had to act. He could not let it get any further than this – no way!

"Lexi – wait. Listen, you're killing me here. I told you that you deserved someone to treat YOU right for a change, someone to give you some pleasure and satisfy YOUR needs. I need you to let me do that for you." he said in the softest most caring voice he could muster.

"Let me show you how a woman should be treated Lexi!" he also kept repeating her name, knowing it would make her feel important and loved. He knew that was what she was craving, he knew it would be her 'Achilles heel' as they say.

Her eyes became misted with shimmering unshed tears as she listened to the care in which he spoke to her. She believed him, or at least she wanted to believe him.

"Just release one of my hands, that's all I need to use to take you places that you had no idea you could go." Booth said, he had noticed that they had only bothered to affix his uninjured leg to the bed, knowing he could still use it to kick someone if given the chance, but they left his injured on free, knowing that it would be useless since even moving it a little caused him so much pain. He knew what he was planning was going to be pure agony on his broken limb but at they had splinted the leg and that would help him tremendously. It was his growing weakness that caused him the most concern. Even if he did escape this room, just how far would be be able to get – that he did not know.

Lexi wasted no time whatsoever, she reached into her ample cleavage and came back with the key – the key to Booth's own set of cuffs that he had on him when they nabbed him. She slid her body upwards over Booth's and reached up to release one of his wrists - adding her own warning to him while she worked.

"Do not try anything funny Agent Booth – I am not as fragile as I may appear. I have a black belt in Tai Kwon Do as well as other forms of martial arts and hand to hand combat training." Booth turned his head to the side since she was leaning her chest just inches above his face as she reached up to free his hand.

"You need not worry Lexi, I am afraid I am too weak and in too much pain to try anything more strenuous that what we are already doing." he assured her. "In fact I am already almost worn out and we have barely gotten started." he said, struggling not to slur his words since his thoughts still seemed slightly jumbled to his bruised brain.

As she slid back down towards her previous position, she slowly lingered over his face with her lips again just inches away from his skin. Her breath hot on his already fevered face. He had to turn his face back upwards so as not to let her see his distaste.

She had her hands on each of his forearms that were still positioned above his head, then she slowly slid her hands down his arms towards his shoulders, her fingers were featherlight in their journey. She continued with that path until her hands were back resting on his amazing chest. She again began to pepper him with kisses while her hands roamed freely, eventually tightening around his back, pulling their bodies closer to each other.

Booth had let his one free hand, run lightly through the hair on the back of her head and then down across her still clothed back. She sat up and unbuttoned her own shirt to reveal braless flesh underneath, yet not removing her shirt but at least allowing her to press her bare front side down onto Booth's chest as she enjoyed his strong hand that was now rubbing her back and causing her to relax and get heated up even more.

So caught up in the moment was she, that she never even noticed when Booth's hand suddenly moved to the back of her neck where his fingers quickly became like a steel vice. He grabbed her neck so tightly that she almost yelled out in pain - but before she could even react, having been so completely taken by surprise – Booth had already clawed onto the scruff of her neck, similar to how people pick up their cats, he then took a deep breath, knowing the pain his next move would cause him - and then physically twisted his own body in such a way that he was now on top of HER.

"UUGGGHH!" Booth was not able to stifle the loud grunt of pain that he not only jarred his broken leg, but in twisting his body like he had, it had also caused the other leg that was still tied tightly to the bed frame, to also become twisted in a rather unnatural angle to say the least.

Lexi's eyes were wide with shock and fear as she found herself now on her back, with the agent's hand were now in the flash of an eye, pressing and squeezing the front of her neck as he attempted to strangle her.

She scratched and clawed at his hand. Taking some of his flesh and blood along with her, his body was pressed fully against her so that his body weight acted as a barrier preventing her from moving in any way. She was becoming weak from lack of air as she looked directly into his eyes, shocked at her own stupidity in believing that this man could actually care about her in any way, shape or form. But what she saw when she looked into his shiny brown orbs, was not what she had expected.

She saw sadness and regret.

Then moments before losing consciousness completely, she had heard him whisper in her ear saying: "I'm not going to kill you Lexi, I just have to escape from here and . . . I'm sorry."

And with that, she passed out.

Booth hated having to do that, it felt even worse than it had when he had been planning it in his head. He also felt worse physically as he had pushed himself beyond where his tolerance would allow for, he felt unsteady and dizzy again as excruciating pain took on a whole new meaning. He acted quickly and freed the one hand that still remained cuffed, Before he had even begun to recover and start moving to free the leg that was still tethered to the bed – the door to his cell was suddenly thrust wide open, slamming loudly against the wall behind it!

Booth was still on top of Lexi, her shirt wide open revealing her bare chest, completely unconscious and unaware of what was going on.

The last thing Booth saw before being knocked out with another solid hit to the back of his head with the butt of a pistol – was the saddened face, the shocked look and beautiful blue of his partner's eyes.

To Be Continued . . .

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