Disclaimer: If I owned bones, would I be writing fanfiction? I think not.

--The previous night--

Angela and Charlene were talking about things they did in the past together when Cory came down. They still didn't know who he was but they knew that their lives hung in the balance of his hand. He had the TV the two had asked for and a box. He saw their questioning glances and informed them, "I have to go away for a while and I won't be back until tomorrow evening, so this should be enough food to last until then."

And that's how they had no help whatsoever when Charlene went into labor and had some serious complications. Her water had broken, she had been in labor for almost 24 hours, had a horrible fever, and was coughing up blood. The baby was still in the same position within the uterus, and Angela had a sinking feeling that the baby was stuck. Angela, though she seemed calm on the outside, was no where near calm on the inside. She knew that things were getting worse the longer they were left here, but she did her best to keep her friend hydrated and calm. Her throat and wrists were sore from the yelling and pounding on the door for help many hours previously. Now, everything was silent, with exception to Charlene's erratic, heavy breathing.

As it began to grow dark, she thought she heard voices, but it wasn't confirmed until she heard a floorboard squeak from above them. Immediately, she tried to call for help but her voice croaked. Angela took a quick swig from a water bottle and then tried again. This time it worked. There was the sound of a key turning in a lock and the door opened to reveal her best friend, Brennan. Without a word, she pulled her over to Charlene and Brennan gasped when she saw the blood.

She called for Booth and then pulled out her phone to call 911, then once she told them the address, handed the phone to Angela, who knew what symptoms she was showing. Booth and Cory arrived downstairs, and they both were shocked by the sight in front of them.

Angela hung up after a few minutes and immediately informed them, "They think she has a serious case of Chorioamnionitis and is developing an embolus in the lung."

Booth gave her a sharp glance, "Can you squints talk like a normal person for once?"

Brennan cut in, "It means she has an infection in the uterus that is life-threatening for her and the baby, and the embolus is a blood clot and if it grows larger, can kill her as well. It's extremely serious."

Angela collasped to her friend's side and continued to comfort her in any way possible. Charlene wasn't listening to what they were saying. Instead she was hoping, demanding, praying that her baby would be fine. After what seemed to be an eternity, the EMTs and backup finally arrived. The backup took Cory while the EMTs quickly swept Charlene off into the abulance and started giving her antibiotics as they hurried off. On their way down the driveway, they past another car. Vivian's car.

Once at a stop in front of the house, she hurried out and saw Booth and Brennan. "What's going on here? Is cory okay?"

Booth crossed his arms and replied, "We have evidence linking him to the kidnapping of four of your friends."

Vivian was taken aback. Her boyfriend had kidnapped some of her closest friends? Why? Then she remembered the ambulance. "What was the ambulance doing--" but suddenly, she knew why. "Are they okay?"

Brennan placed a warm hand on her shoulder, "Angela is okay as far as we know. Charlene, however, isn't doing that well."

Vivian fell back to the side of her car and tried to process all that was going on. However, she wasn't able to for very long, due to Angela running over to them.

"The EMTs said I should be okay but I need to go to the hospital to get checked up." Without missing a beat, Angela turned and saw Vivian and ran to give her a hug, finally able to try to calm down and enjoy seeing her friends again. Nevertheless, Charlene still was on her mind, and she could only hope that she was going to be okay.

--Several hours later--

Booth, Sarah, Vivian, and all the squints were sitting in the waiting room, doing just as the room was meant for. Waiting. Waiting for information, waiting for the cries of the baby, and waiting for the tension and nervousness to go away. When a doctor came out of her room, immediately they all stood up, hoping for some information.

Thankfully, their wish came true, "While Ms. Jones is responding to the antibiotics, the anticoagulants have been able to prevent the larger emobolus from forming in the lung. The infant is in deep transverse arrest and we are currently performing a c-section."

Angela interrupted him, "Are they going to be okay?"

The doctor sighed, "The infant is likely to make it, however, it is unlikely for Ms. Jones to make it unless the anticoagulants can stop the clot."