Chapter 14 is here!

Bones lay on the ground, unconscious, and her breathing was ragged. She had had a high fever for a while, but it had gone down some. It was 3 in the morning and no one got much sleep. Initially, she had seemed to get better, but now hours later she started to feel sick, and fell in a fitful sleep. Her skin growing more pale, and sweat breaking out on her brow. Manelli had told the group that the antivenon was probably not enough to counteract the amount of venom that was injected into her, and so now she had been fighting the rest of it off herself for the remainder of the night. They all took turns watching her through the night.

Booth sat next to her, her head in his lap. His gut knotted at the thought of Bones hurt. He brushed some hair off her face and pulled his jacket up back to her chin to keep her warm. She was still so pale and sweaty.

Bones' eyes fluttered open and she looked over at Booth weakly, "How long have I been asleep?" She whispered.

"Few hours…"He replied with a smile.

She smiled back and closed her eyes, "What happened?" She whispered.

"You were bitten by some poisonous snake and…here you are now." He said, shrugging.

Bones looked up at him, "Venomous, you mean."

Booth rolled his eyes, "Whatever. It bit you. Manelli gave you some antivenon."

Brennan nodded, "I noticed…you've been favoring your right shoulder lately…"

Booth waved it off, "Ah, it's nothing. Quit trying to deflect this conversation on to me, your the sick one here."

"It's something if you're favoring it, Booth."

"Just sleep, Bones." He said, patting her head.

"Does it hurt?"

He smiled, "I've had worse, Bones, don't worry about me. Just go to sleep."

She sighed and stared up at him. "I can't sleep." She muttered, feeling a little dizzy.

Booth leaned his back against the log and looked up at the sky. Morning would be coming soon and she needed all the energy that she could get. They were going to be moving out early.

Angela walked over to her friend, pushing some stray hair behind her ear. She clutched her black jacket close to her and sat down on her knees.

"How are you feeling, sweetie?" She asked, smiling and holding her hand.

"I've been better…" Bones said, squeezing Angela's hand.

Angela heaved a sigh of relief, though she knew they weren't out of the ballpark yet. Bones needed to get to a hospital as soon as possible.

Booth looked over at his men and rubbed his neck, "Trig. Get rid of anything we don't need, including extra rations, batteries, ropes, anything we won't need for a days hike. Were leaving this shit hole tonight." He said.

Trig nodded and Stryker and ditched their packs. They carried their weapons on their persons and stuck the extra ammo in their pockets. Stryker took the rest of the claymore and stuck them in a small bag and slung it over his shoulder next to his sniper rifle.

Manelli kept his heavy pack, cause unfortunately he had to carry all of his medical equipment and didn't have the luxury to ditch much. He rubbed his eyes and slapped his boonie hat on his head and was ready to go. His right shoulder/chest hurt, and he was achey, and stiff- but it sure wasn't going to stop him from getting out of the stupid jungle.

Kate was sleeping so Trig walked over to her to wake her up. "Hey, princess, get up."

She stirred a little, but didn't wake.

He frowned and nudged her with his boot, "Let's move, sleeping beauty."

She opened her eyes and threw her pack, hitting his chest. "I am trying to sleep! So pike down, Cujo!"

Stryker grabbed her arm and heaved her up. She yelled and swatted at him until he let go.

"Shut up. We're moving out, so make it happen."

Kate glared at Stryker and he walked away. She looked at Trigger and he shrugged. She grabbed her pack and threw it over her shoulder, storming past Stryker and stopped next to Manelli.

Booth sat Brennan up and knelt down beside her, "Come on, Bones-and no arguing."

Bones was in no shape to argue, so she wrapped her arms around his neck and he carried her on his back. She laid her head on his shoulder and took in his scent, inconspicuously, of course. She closed her eyes and sleep overtook her.

Booth turned to see his team tired. They were of course physically tired- but he knew they were more mentally tired. Tired of being in this humid jungle where ants can eat you alive and big ass snakes lunge out of the water. They wanted to get away. They just wanted to go home.

"We're all going home." He said, staring hard at each and every one of them. "I promise."

"Well I'm glad you decided that, Sgt! Because, I swear if I have to look at another tree in my life- I'm throwing myself off the next cliff…" Manelli muttered.

Booth smiled and every one started to walk in silence…

…

Manelli felt a pang in his shoulder. He had tried to ignore it for as long as he could, which wasn't that smart for a medic, but he couldn't come to terms with his shoulder getting infected. He kept on telling himself it was because he got shot-that's why there was a dull aching in his shoulder, right? Wrong. He knew he needed to get his wound properly treated, and soon. But, hey, they were almost to some stupid clearing where a chopper could pick them up, hopefully without incident. So why worry about it if you really couldn't do much about it?

He looked at the dumb grass. He hated this grass. It was jungle grass. The very same grass that he had slipped on a couple hours earlier, earning him a nice bruise on his bottom. He missed being able to walk and hear that familiar tap of his foot on the concrete. Wade Manelli was sick and tired of nature. Nature always seemed to be sick and tired of him too. He recalled the time he went with Booth and some other chums to Paraguay on an assignment and ended up picking up poison ivy all over his face. It wasn't pretty…

Shaking his head from his thoughts he rubbed his face. Sleep was catching up to him, as it was the rest of the group.

Stryker hadn't gotten any sleep since he was on watch, and there were dark circles around his eyes. He seemed alert though. He readjusted the strap on his sniper rifle and continued to trek through the thick vegetation.

Trigger paused for a moment and felt water droplets pelt his face, first slowly, then eventually it began to pour. They had little choice but to keep moving. They only stopped so that Booth could put his jacket on Bones, and then continued on. They had not taken a break until dawn approached, and still, Booth was uneasy about burning time.

"Oh for the love of GOD! Can we please stop! I hate this damn place! These stupid mosquitoes!" She shouted, swatting at her neck and arms, "…This stupid rain! And this whole fucking jungle!" She shouted, throwing her bag in some bushes and yelling at the top of her lungs.

Trigger watched as everyone stopped and rolled his or her eyes. "And to think I got the hot's for her…" He thought. He too, rolled his eyes, and walked over to her, picking her up and slinging her over his shoulder.

Her tantrum got worse.

"You put me down before I grab my stilettos and shove 'em up your ass!" She shouted, hitting Trigger's back. Trigger acted like he felt nothing and motioned for everybody to keep walking. The rain soaked their clothes and Kate whined about that as well.

"Don't you ignore me, you son-of-a-bitch! The decent thing for you to do is get me a towel or something!"

"Right, let me just walk over here to the Holiday Inn and grab you one…" He said and continued to walk with her squirming on his shoulder.

"I swear when I get down, I am going to rip your head off!"

"That…is actually…scientifically impossible to do…" Bones muttered through closed eyes. She shivered a bit under her wet clothes.

"SHUT UP!" She shouted back at Bones.

"Hey!" Booth yelled, walking behind Trig to face Kate, "I hear one more word out of you, and I'm going to be shoving MY boot up your ass so far up, it'll be between your shoulder blades, you understand me, sweetheart?"

Kate glared at Booth, but said nothing. Trig mouthed thank you to him and Booth rolled his eyes, and kept walking. Storm clouds continued to roll in and thunder crashed, scaring the birds out of the tree's. It was an eerie atmosphere…

Angela walked along side of Manelli, and looked at him. He seemed a bit pale, she thought.

"You okay?"

Manelli was snapped out of his thoughts when she asked this and he looked at her, "What?"

"Are you okay, you look a bit pale…" She sad, giving him a smile.

"Yah, I'm just dandy." He replied, curtly. Noticing he sounded a bit tacky he quickly said, "How are you keeping up?"

Angela looked ahead and sighed as she walked, "Okay. Just worried about Brennan is all. What happens if we don't get out of here by tonight?"

"Well…do you want me to lie, sugar coat the truth, or tell you bluntly…it doesn't really matter- none of the outcomes are pretty."

"Just tell me."

Manelli looked down at the ground. "If Dr. Brennan doesn't get to a proper medical facility…a number of things can happen."

"Such as?"

"…She could go into SVT, or worse have a MI…she could go into hypovolemic shock…become cyanotic…massive organ failure, take your pick." He saw she wasn't following, and he smiled slightly, "Sorry…SVT is supraventricular tachycardia. It's when your heart beats abnormally fast, over 150 beats per minute- that's bad because if your heart beats that fast you don't get adequate circulation, uh…a MI is a myocardial infarction-a typical heart attack. Like I said, she could go into hypovolemic shock if the poison becomes to overwhelming for her immune system to fight off causing her blood pressure to bottom out. That causes all sorts of problems. She could become cyanotic if the poison paralyzes her lungs…hell, a lot of things could go wrong…but they won't. We'll get her back safely, Angela."

Angela nodded and stared at her best friend. If anything ever happened to her, she didn't know what she would do…

…

The rain continued to pour down on them, but they were determined to keep on going. The rain was pelting the leaves mercilessly, and wildlife took shelter wherever they could.

"Well, look on the Brightside! At least there are no more mosquitoes!" Manelli said, ending the silence.

"That's the best you have? No mosquitoes? God, this sucks…" Kate whined, now walking on her own. "Hey Trigger, give me your jacket…"

Trig reluctantly obliged and took off his jacket…"Don't know what use it's going to be…you'll still be soaking wet…"

She took it and slipped it on. It was rather large on her, but it looked kind of cute on her, Trigger thought, but of course, would never say so out loud. They continued on until they reached…another river... go figure. They had passed multiple rivers on their journey, and frankly, they were sick of it.

Stryker hopped up on a rock and stopped. He shielded his eyes from the rain and strained his eyes to see. "Looks like there's some sort of clearing up ahead about three klicks away, Sgt."

Booth squinted his eyes to see but saw Stryker grunt and fall down on the ground. He looked down surprised to see him laying on the ground, and blood washed away from a hole in his head, as the rain pounded down.

"Shit! Sniper!" He yelled. Everyone dove and took cover. Booth crouched behind a thick tree and unceremoniously set her down. "Can you run, Bones?"

Bones looked up at him as if he spoke a different language. "What?"

"If I distract the sniper, can you keep up with the others?"

Bones tried to sit up, but had an incredibly hard time. He swore and knew she would never be able to stand on her own, let alone keep up with the others. He picked her back up on his back and kept low to the ground. He looked over at Trig and did various hand signals. Trigger nodded.

"Alright, dude." Trigger said, slapping Manelli's arm to get his attention, "Were going to make a run for it. Plateau should be about 3 klicks away. Sgt's going to grab one of Stryker's explosives and create a diversion and then were going to bolt. We'll lay down cover fire for him when he makes the grab."

Angela looked over at them, 12 feet away. "Who's going to carry Brennan?"

Trig bit his lower lip. Trig looked back over to the sergeant and did a variety of hand signs back.

Booth thought for a brief moment and signed back.

Trig looked back at Angela, "I'll grab Dr. Brennan, and we're going to run like our asses are on fire, got it? No stopping until we hit the plateau."

Angela nodded and looked over at Manelli and Kate. They nodded and got ready to move. Trigger lunged over behind the tree Booth and Bones were at and made it safely across, a stray bullet missing his leg bounced off a rock. Trigger slipped Bones off of Booth's back and slipped her over his shoulders. He ran back over to Angela's group and got them ready to go.

Booth gathered up all the courage he could muster and ran toward Stryker's body and tried to snatch the bag of explosives off his shoulder but it got caught and he stumbled and fell, feeling a round whiz by his ear. Something warm dripped down his face, but he didn't pay any attention to it. He quickly grabbed the bag from around Stryker's shoulder and ran toward the rest of the group. As this was happening, Manelli and Trigger were laying down cover fire.

Another round whizzed past his face and he dove for the tree's. Landing on top of Manelli, the medic pushed him off of him and Booth rolled over onto the ground, digging into the bag. He sifted through it and found two grenades and some frag grenades. His face lit up.

"Score." He smiled and took out his satellite phone and tossed it to Manelli. "Tell Central Command our position and initiate pick-up immediately. Don't wait up."

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