A/N; Hi readers! :-) I think you will find that this chapter was hopefully worth the wait! It' a shorter chapter than my usual chapters but it just seemed like a perfect place to stop where I ended this chapter. I also think that will help me get you a couple of faster updates since I have limited time to write until I get a better job with less of a commute. Enjoy and pls review as always - would love to also hear from some new folks whom haven't reviewed yet. Thanks to all of you whom are always consistent with your thoughts and praise. As always I will proof read this again later today to fix any missed errors.

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Previously on Mistaken Identity . . .

(Cam's thoughts re: security guard from Jeffersonian garage) . . . Her suspicions had been based on a couple of things; one being that he seemed to answer each of their questions a little too quickly, as if he had rehearsed his answers beforehand. The second reason was due to the fact that since he was of a similar ethnic orientation as Cam, she recalled asking him where he was from, mainly just to make small talk while they were questioning him and because he was new to the Jeffersonian. She remembered being uncomfortable with the longer than normal hesitation he took before answering her – it seemed as though he was trying to make something up, as if to avoid stating his actual birthplace for whatever reason. Now his sudden appearance out of nowhere only heightened her suspicions.

"Did you need help with anything Dr. Saroyan?'

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Mistaken Identity

Chapter 33

Brennan's Office . . .

"Did you need help with anything Dr. Saroyan?"

Cam immediately felt ill at ease by the guard's sudden appearance seemingly out of nowhere, there was just something creepy about it.

"Oh - you startled me!" she said only to give her a second to think. "I um, no – I don't need any help thank you. But what brings you up here to the lab area anyway Mr. Barker?" Phillip Barker wasn't an official police officer of any kind. All Jeffersonian security guards were hired through a third party security firm called Citywide Security that was contracted by the Jeffersonian. All that Barker had been required to do after being hired by the firm for a probationary period, was to complete a 5 week security course and become certified. The guards had limited authority of which did not include permission to carry a fire arm of any kind. Pepper spray and a taser were allowed but only if absolutely necessary and if someone's safety and wellbeing was in serious jeopardy.

He had only completed a basic course that was required for employment simply awarded him with a certificate of completion, it was the closest he would ever get to being an actual police officer since he had too many petty crimes muddying his record.

Cam had a strange feeling that Phillip Barker took his role a little too seriously and couldn't help but worry just how far he would take it. She kept her thoughts to herself as she waited for him to answer her question.

"Oh, well I received a call from the assistant to one of the big dogs here in the administration offices - they had received complaints about an unauthorized visitor being spotted within the Jeffersonian, you know, the kind spotted now and then not wearing the mandatory visitor's badge. I was there just to get more details and now I am just walking floor to floor looking for the person."

He lied from start to finish. There had been no such call and no such visitor but he was truthful about one thing - that he was following orders. But his orders had not come from the Jeffersonian administration, no – his orders had come from a man he only knew of only as "Sam" – someone he had been lucky enough to meet through other circles he hung out in, other shady people with their own records ranging from simple con artists, to murderers. When he was initially contacted by Sam and asked if he had any interest in earning a substantial chunk of cash he was instantly intrigued but nervous to hear what would be expected of him if he agreed. But once he found out that they just needed him to act as a spy of sorts, he was quick to agree - especially since he really needed the money badly to pay off some large gambling debts he had incurred.

Once he had agreed to take on the side job, Sam wasted no time in paying him one third of his promised fee with the remainder to be paid upon completion of the job. The only problem was – they never really told him how long the job would take or how he would know when the job was over. He had to trust that they would eventually give him more details. For now he had to settle for what little information they did supply him with, he had been told that the reason they had taken Dr. Brennan in the first place, was to use her as leverage in order to get some important information they needed from the FBI – more specifically from Agent Seeley Booth whom was Dr. Brennan's partner.

Cam just wished him luck with his search as she hurried past him, mentioning some deadlines she had to meet. She would have to check out his story later since right now she had more pressing things to tend to.

Steel Warehouse . . .

Bill Burton stood up from the chair he had been occupying in the small abandoned office that had become their temporary operations center and temporary hideout. He had only arrived at the warehouse about one hour ago and after being brought up to speed by Nikolai he sent the younger man to go check on their captive guest. After being brought up to speed on everything, he had sent the younger man to go check on the only one remaining in their full captivity – Agent Booth.

Looking down at his watch he realized that Nik had not returned back, it had been about 25 minutes when it should have only taken about fifteen at the most.

Bill was pleased that so far things were going according to their latest plan but he made a mental note that he needed to contact Sam and Lexi just to check in and see how their other pawn, Dr. Brennan – was doing and when they expected to be back with her and more importantly - with the evidence.

He would make that call – after he found out what was keeping Nik . . .

Jeffersonian . . .

Brennan knew that Cam would take her lint roll to Hodgins first thing, she could only hope that he would be able to do his magic and figure out where Booth was still being held. It caused her stomach to twist and burn whenever she thought about what he might be going through and what other injuries he might be receiving during her time away. She just wanted to get what she needed and get back to him - unless Hodgins was successful then perhaps they could figure out a way to get to him and bring him home. She pulled Wendell aside to help her go through some of the Gravedigger evidence mainly to keep him away from Hodgins so he wouldn't ask so many questions - and for the dual purpose of making sure she held the attention of Sam and Lexi as they monitored her every move.

Cam came up with a brilliant plan to stall. She went over to Brennan using her most authorative voice, "Okay Dr. Brennan - enough is enough! You look like the slightest breeze would knock you off your feet without even trying. I am sorry but I am ordering you under threat of being written up - to take a 20 to 30 minute catnap on the couch in your office. I do not want to see you come out before then and I will check in on your in ten minutes to make sure you do what I say."

Brennan being the genius that she was, knew just what her boss was doing so she had no choice but to play along. Although she acted completely angry over the threat of being written up and being told what to do like she was a child. After saying her peace she headed to her office to do what she knew she had to do in order to keep the charade going and buy them all some time.

Cam's Office 17 minutes later . . .

"Slow down Dr. Hodgins. Now please repeat what you just said and try to separate your words instead of blurting them out in one fast stream of nonsense!" Cam lectured Hodgins after he had practically run into her office out of breath and rambling. She had immediately given him the lint brush and a note that told him every particle clinging to the sticky tape was critical to figuring out where Booth was being held.

After doing some of his best and most speedy work to test the particles he then drilled down further until he was able to narrow the search down to a handful of potential areas in DC. Still not satisfied he continued dissecting and researching along with Wendell's assistance until Hodgins finally felt confident that they had narrowed the results down to a single location that he was 98% sure was where the bulk of the more unique particles had come from. He made up a story for Wendell's benefit - telling the young intern that this was for some other case Cam asked him to work on, telling Wendell he didn't have any more details or information other than just to find out where the particles on the lint brush had come from. - if he could.

Once they had finished Hodgins grabbed his clipboard with maps showing the highlighted address and then he wasted no time getting to Cam's office to share his results. But in his excitement Cam had only been able to catch every couple of words out of his mouth. She thought she heard him say something about knowing where Booth was but even that had been hard to understand due to the crazed pace of his speed talking that was surely fueled by his adrenalin infused excitement.

"Okay okay." He answered, taking one deep breath before repeating what he had said but at a much less harried pace, "I said that I know where Booth is being held! I analyzed everything on that lint brush you gave me and I found some barely detectable shavings that turned out to be a rare form of steel used to manufacture a unique steel alloy that consists of a very precise combination of manganese, chromium, vanadium and a controlled percentage of carbon content as well!" pausing to take a deep breath in an attempt to control the nervous excitement he was feeling over his discovery - knowing it could make a difference of life or death for Agent Booth, his friend.

"Anyway this unique combination is used to create sheet of steel that are then used to manufacture automobiles. When I drilled down further I found that this particular steel is a more exclusive and expensive brand that is used only on one make of cars – the Jaguar! Man what I wouldn't do to have a Jaguar some day . . ."

"HODGINS!" Cam's voice broke through his inappropriately timed day dream.

"Oh, sorry! So long story short I narrowed my search and found the only 2 warehouses in DC that made that kind of steel, one of them is a busy, fully operational facility but the other – is abandoned!"

"Oh my gosh that is excellent news Hodgins! You never cease to amaze me! Come on then, let's go find a way to tell the others but just do NOT and I repeat – Do NOT say anything around Dr. Brennan! In fact I don't trust some of our newest employees in this building so I now that I think about it – I don't even trust that our lab isn't bugged somehow. I guess it's the old cop in me that is causing my gut to churn and making me paranoid. But my gut is usually right."

"So what do we do?" Hodgins asked, anxious to go rescue their friend,

"Look let's you and I just go. I still have a permit to carry a weapon and I can watch our back. You and I will just go check out your lead and see what we come up with before we alarm anyone or worse yet – alert the wrong people!"

Hodgins eyes grew wide, he loved being included in raids or the field investigations. He thought back to when Booth had brought him along when he left his hospital bed to go rescue Brennan from a deranged rogue FBI Agent. 'Now that was exciting!' he reminisced.

Back Near The Warehouse . . .

Cam pulled her SUV over about three blocks away from the address that Hodgins had provided. "Look I don't want to draw suspicion since there are not a lot of passing vehicles in this area = making us easy to spot. I'm going to just park over there behind that other empty building and we will proceed on foot."

"On foot." Hodgins grinned, "I love that, it sounds so . . . - Booth-y."

Cam just chuckled at his child like enthusiasm – forgetting for a moment just how serious and dangerous their mission actually was. Getting out, she tucked her small caliber weapon into the back of her expensive suit pants thankful she had changed from the dress she had initially planned to wear to work that morning. After checking to make sure her vehicle could not be easily spotted from any angle, they took off towards the suspected warehouse hoping that Hodgins theory was correct.

Cam alerted Hodgins to make sure and scope out everything from the ground in front and around him, to anything within viewing distance mainly looking for any other clues or incriminating evidence as the drew closer to the warehouse.

"STOP!" she suddenly commanded using the loudest whisper she could manage. "What is that?" she pointed down to the ground just a few feet ahead of Hodgins side of the alleyway.

Hodgins followed her eyes and noticed what she was referring to, it looks like wet dark spots laying on top of the gravel and dirt mixture that coated the ground. As they rushed forward to get a closer look, Cam reached down and touched one of the spots with her index finger, bringing it back up to eye level she then sniffed the dark reddish colored liquid. "Oh my God - it's blood!" She drearily announced.

Hodgins eyes once again grew wide knowing what the implications where. Was it Booth's? Or, did he get some good licks into his captors and (hopefully) injure one of them – they both secretly hoped for the latter.

Pulling out her gun she clicked off the safety, it was most likely that they had found the right place but that only increased their level of anxiety and nervousness as they started to look behind them to see if they had missed any other drops of blood. Seeing nothing they looked to the right and then left and were rewarded with the appearance of more spots just to the left of where they stood. Turning they started to follow the ominous trail when they both heard the sound of what was clearly a moan. Looking up from their intense scrutiny of the gravel before them, they saw what looked like a man in a dirty white shirt and black slacks lying slumped against a wall aligning another alley. Picking up their pace they ran towards him – both of them knowing in their hearts that it was their missing friend – they had found Booth!

To Be Continued . . .

Post Chapter A/N; Okay DON'T WORRY! I will update this story again in a day or two. I am not going to update ANY of my other stories before I let you see some Booth/comfort scenes and what happens next. THings will become a little harrier in the coming chapters as the team tries to find a way to keep Brennan from going back to the captors whom they all know are watching her and waiting for her to bring the evidence to them. This chapter and the next are shorter than my usual but I thought it would be easier for me to give you faster updates if I do that for a bit. Please keep the reviews coming! Thank you!