A/N: Happy Thanksgiving weekend everyone! Or, happy Black Friday? As my holiday treat I am giving you an update! I am thankful to all of you for reading and those who take time to review! I will try harder to update again within the next week! For now I hope you like this chapter and please please review! Enjoy!

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Previously on Mistaken Identity . . . [Last scene following Cam and Hodgins trying to get Booth to give them as much info as possible before passing out from pain and exhaustion.]

"Well Dr. Saroyan, I think that's about we're gonna get out of him for now – heee's out!" Then he let his own head fall back against the head rest, taking a moment to calm his own nerves looking down he noticed that his hands were shaking slightly. 'Wow what a rush!' he thought as he realized just how dangerous their rescue mission had been and how easily things could have gone South. Suddenly his lab job seemed more attractive to him – from now on he decided he would leave the dangerous field work to Booth and Brennan unless they were badly in need of his expertise! Cam glanced into the rear view mirror, adjusting it slightly so she could keep an eye on her first 'live patient', the question now was – where were they going to take him?"

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Mistaken Identity

Chapter 35

Inside Cam's SUV . . .

"Where are you taking us Dr. Hodgins?" Cam asked, her voice going back into boss mode.

She knew they had to Booth somewhere and that the Jeffersonian would be the worst place – and bringing him to a hospital was obviously just as risky. Later they would get him there since a visit was inevitable, but right now they needed a plan to free Brennan fully and end this nightmare and they definitely needed Booth in order to do that.

Hodgins had just about finished plugging an address into the GPS navigational device on the center console built into the dashboard. It was the address of one of his houses – or rather mansion as most people would classify it. He chose the home he occupied more frequently as it was closest to the Jeffersonian making for an easy commute – but since he hadn't paid much attention to the area around where they had gone to get Booth, he wasn't exactly sure how to get back to the main roads that led to his house.

"My house." he answered short and sweet.

"Ohhh - I dunno know Hodge. Are you sure that's a good idea? I mean, what if these gravedigger uh . . . people, already know where you live. The first places they might look for Booth could be each of our homes." she said as she glanced back to check on their still unconscious and pale agent in the back seat, her eyes immediately went to what now appeared to be yet another wound making it's presence known as his cheekbone on one side was turning all shades of purple with what looked the be a red line shaped like an 'L' alluding that he had been hit in the face with something rectangular in shape. She could only wonder how bad the other injuries were that they couldn't see yet due to his clothes. Anger rose within her as she thought about what he had been put through – her thoughts thankfully being sidetracked by Hodgins' voice.

"Nope, we should be safe there, for one thing I live on a gated property with the best security in place that money can buy. Secondly, my address is listed under a completely different name. I learned to never put my given name on any of my properties because too many people know of the Hodgins' family fortune so it would just be asking for a break in." he explained. "Trust me Dr. Saroyan, we'll be fine."

Both of their attention was diverted by rough bump that jostled them right out of their seats a few inches followed by a load groan coming from the back seat. Turns out Hodgins' had accidentally hit a large pot hole dead on, obviously paying more attention to the GPS navigator rather than the road.

The two of them held their breath in, waiting to see if the incident had jarred Booth awake, happy to see that he had merely groaned subconsciously from the pain the jarred movement had caused him. It wasn't long, maybe twenty minutes of going more than the speed limit to get there. After pulling through the gates which automatically closed securely behind them, Hodgins proceeded up the long cobblestone and circular driveway until he pulled in as close to the main entrance as he possibly could.

Turning off the engine he turned towards the back seat and then to Cam, "Now what? How are we going to get him inside? I don't think we should risk having him hobble on that leg again – it looks pretty nasty."

Cam had no idea what to say, she hadn't thought ahead to this part and she agreed they could not rouse Booth to get him to help because they knew the man's ego would cause him to push through the pain rather than admitting he couldn't walk. She was startled out of her thoughts by a loud yell coming from the driver's seat.

"I'VE GOT IT! Hang tight, I'll be right back – I just remembered something that will do the trick!" he was out of the vehicle before she could grill him. While waiting she decided to get out and get over to the side of the SUV closest to the entrance of the house. Opening the back seat she reached out and placed her hand lightly on Booth's forehead after seeing that it was covered with beads of sweat.

"Oh my gosh Booth, you're burning up!" she said in almost a feather light whisper. Then she pulled out her cell phone to look up a Doctor that she knew they could trust to come help them while being discreet and not asking too many questions. She had befriended the man during her time as a Police Officer since she not only frequented the hospital as not only an occasional patient injured in the line of duty, but she had also dated and lived with one of the other resident physicians who worked there as well. In fact this Doctor was a close friend of her former lover - they had become long time friends, remaining that way even after she had broken up with her man after 6 years together. Her relationship with this man was similar to that of a brother and sister – or so she thought being that she didn't have a real brother.

A loud squeaking sound followed by a few thumps pulled her out of her reminiscent thoughts as she turned around her eyes lit up. Hodgins was pushing an old wheelchair down the few stairs coming from the main entrance down to the car, the squeaking was the old wheels and the thumps being the sound as it was dragged down each stair.

"Hodgins – now why do you have a wheel- . . . ya know, never mind. I don't want to know."

He just grinned from ear to ear. He had remembered that when he first inherited the house right after his Grandmother had passed away at age 101, that some of the elderly woman's necessities were left behind in the storage facility in the back of the massive 5 car garage. Those necessities included a wheelchair since she couldn't get around during the last 4 years of her life without it.

Pushing it over the the open door they were able to rouse Booth enough to sit up and they weren't even sure he knew what he was doing when they helped him slide out and slip into the awaiting chair. His head dropped back down to his chin the minute he was seated again, the worsening fever he was getting was starting to make him even more unaware of his surroundings. Hodgins pushed Booth with Cam right behind as he took them around to the maid's entrance on the side of the kitchen, there were no stairs required there since the house was built on a bit of a slope creating a natural ramp with the side walkway. Within minutes they had Booth laid out on one of the beds in one of the many guest rooms located on the first floor. Cam used Hodgins' phone in case the criminals had somehow bugged all of their cell phones. Nothing was beyond their suspicions at this point, another thing they learned from Booth.

She had called her Doctor friend and he promised to go there as soon as he finished his rounds in three more hours. She and Hodgins then got to work to get Booth more comfortable and ready for the doctor, wanting to clean him up as best they could to prevent more of the grime covering his clothes and skin – to get into his wounds and stir up even more infection.

While Cam left to get a bin of warm soapy water and some towels, Hodgins removed Booth's socks and pants, sliding an extra pair of loose fitting sweats up over his boxers, chuckling after seeing that it wasn't just Booth's ties and socks that boasted his trademark bright colors and crazy designs – 'Damn Booth – I'm sure glad you're unconscious for this cuz you'd prob'ly scalp me right now if you weren't.' he thought to himself.

He continued with his duties and carefully slipped Booth's arms out of the now filthy dress shirt that had only been fastened by one remaining button, all the others apparently ripped off at some point. He gasped out loud at the horror in front of him, it was not as bad as the leg but painful to even look at nonetheless. He barely made out that one of the worse wounds appeared to be the number 12. So puffy and inflamed where the red scabbing edges that it was almost hard to decipher that it was a number. Another alarming sight was the severe bruising on both sides of his ribcage and some on his arms, also looking pretty harsh were his wrists that had clearly been damaged by the handcuffs He left him shirtless while placing the shirt and trousers into a plastic bag hoping to later pull any trace he could get from the materials so that they could tie Booth's clothes and hence Booth – to the warehouse where he was held captive - just like Cam had him doing with Brennan's lint brush which even though she hadn't actually come out and told him whose it was, once she let him know it could lead them to Booth's whereabouts it wouldn't have taken a genius to figure it out.

He pulled the covers over his friend just up to the waist deciding to leave his upper torso bare since Cam would need access to the wounds as would the doctor. It unnerved him to see how still Booth had remained throughout the task of getting him situated, he knew that wasn't a good sign. He decided to check the back of Booth's head in hopes that some additional dirt particles had been left behind from the alley or the warehouse – knowing the more evidence they had, the more solid their case would be to stand up in court. He cringed again at the dried blood on the back of his head and neck, now barely drizzling leaving some behind on the pillow. Hodgins left and returned with a thick towel which he placed behind Booth's head and gently lowed him back down. The wound had scabbed over enough that he knew it must have been one of his first injuries – possibly his initial injury that most likely rendered him unconscious so they could take him easily after that. As he lowered Booth's head to the towel covered pillow his fingers naturally brushed against the sides of his face.

"Damn I know everyone thought you were hot before Booth - but du-ude you literally are right now!"

Cam overheard his comment just as she entered with everything she needed including the first aid kit she grabbed from her car. She had everything situated nearly on a stainless steel rolling cart she had found in the kitchen – assuming that it must have been used by the maids.

"I assume you noticed his fever."

"Damn Cam," Hodgins said, purposely using her first name to be funny and lighten the worry that he knew was threatening to take over both of them. "He's burning up!"

I know Hodge podge that's why I have brought so much stuff. We need to try to get his fever down while we wait for the doctor."

They got to work, each taking a towel, dampened with the sudsy room temperature water and going about cleaning off the wounds. Hodgins took care of his leg after cutting the side of the sweat pants open with scissors from the first aid kit, Cam told him the wound needed to breath after being cleaned. But she also told him to leave the makeshift splint in place because she didn't want to mess with the temporary stability of the leg. Whomever had set the leg and splinted it had done a pretty good job, but what kind of murderous kidnappers would take the care to do that to someone they were responsible for injuring in the first place - and why? It didn't make sense so she had to assume it had been Brennan.

Hodgins heard a gasp from Cam not unlike his own earlier once she too had gotten a closer look at the wounds on Booth's chest. The two looked at each other in curiosity before resuming their work. Even with all that they were doing to Booth, all of which surely would have been excruciating had he been awake – he only elicited a few low level moans and groans of pain whenever they got to a particularly painful spot or one of the deeper wounds including when Cam cleaned off the back of his head. She just wanted to cry when she started to wipe the fever and pain induced sweat off his face and gently placed a small ice pack on his bruised cheek and jaw. She still secretly was attracted to him after all, they had been in a sexual relationship for quite a while in the past, she still cared very much about him as a human being and as a friend.

While they were both grateful he was out, it also increased their worry and concern knowing that it probably wasn't a good sign. But they had to admit he definitely looked better than he had before now that they had cleaned him off as best they could. Cam had put two more small ice packs under Booth's armpits knowing that it was a well known way to help reduce body temperature. The packs would have to be removed in twenty minutes so as not to over do it – or at least moved to another area such as the groin or behind the neck – or both.

They waited for the doctor, knowing they should call the jeffersonian to somehow let Brennan know they had Booth – but the didn't know how to do that without endangering her and the rest of the team. No, they would have to wait until one of them could go back there to inform them in person without anyone knowing. Gosh she wished Booth would wake up – he would know what to do, he always did.

Cam stood up to go dump out the used water and fill the bin with fresh water for the doctor to use while Hodgins started a fire in the large fireplace that many of the bedroom had in the amazing house. Cam had told him Booth would probably start to alternate between being hot from the fever, to shivering if his temperature rose any higher – so he wanted to make sure the room was warm enough.

The sounds of a fancy musical doorbell broke through the somber atmosphere stopping them in their tracks and causing them both to jump slightly at the intrusion, then hoping it was the doctor. But as Cam looked at the elegant clock on the wall it had only been an hour since she talked to her friend, he wasn't to be here for another hour or two yet.

They looked at each other - suddenly afraid to see who else it might be.

To Be Continued . . .

Sorry it's short but it was just a great place to stop. I do plan to update again hopefully in a few days. :-) Please review cuz I've not been getting as many as I used to so I am afraid I lost some people due to my delayed updates. :-(