I'm sorry this is short. I figure it's better to update with something than wait until I have more. At this rate that could take a while. I hope you enjoy it!

Susanne

"Do you know where we're going?" Reid asked. They seemed to have been moving for a very long time. Rationally he knew that wasn't really the case but it sure felt that way. Every muscle he had was aching with the exercise. He couldn't imagine that Sam was feeling any better but the taller man wasn't slowing down. He was like a man possessed.

"No," Sam admitted. He too was feeling the effects of the sampling as well as the concussion and nausea from being struck. He very carefully pushed the sensations to the back of his mind and kept going. By now Dean would be frantic with worry, whether he was willing to show it or not. Distantly, Sam pitied the other displaced people that would have to deal with the elder Winchester. Dean would be in quite the mood.

"Stop," Mike gasped. Roy wasn't moving very well but that wasn't the reason for calling a stop. They were passing a window on the upper floor of the factory. The engineer wanted to see if he could figure out where they were by looking outside.

Breathing heavily, Roy basically collapsed against the wall beside the window and tried to recover. He really hated feeling this weak and useless. It wasn't something he was used to and didn't want to start now. The nausea was getting better but he was having trouble tracking thoughts. Not a good sign.

"Well?" Sam demanded. He knew he sounded angry but he hadn't meant to. The trek so far was taking more of his strength than he would have liked. The youngest Winchester wasn't entirely sure how much farther he was going to be able to go before he collapsed completely. From the pallor of Spencer's skin, the lanky doctor was feeling about the same. Damn, they'd better find help soon.

"Well," Mike hedged. He knew Los Angeles pretty good. He had to to drive Big Red. Looking out the window though, didn't show him anything that was even vaguely familiar. He couldn't even see the ocean from here. The thick layer of smog hanging in the air didn't help matters.

"You don't know where we are," Reid concluded as he too leaned against the wall. Things were looking better and better. Where were Hotch and Morgan when he really needed them? Quickly he turned his attention back to the present situation.

"Um, no. Maybe if I could see out the other side," Mike suggested. He didn't like feeling useless either. Carefully he helped his friend to his feet as Sam set off again in the direction they'd been headed in.

"You said four of them looked good?" Rachel asked from the back seat. They were on the way to the fourth address without any luck. Things were starting to look a little hopeless at the moment. Quickly she glanced at the men she was sharing the vehicle with. None of them looked too happy either.

"Yeah," Booth said. His entire attention was directed at his driving. It was getting late, rush hour was starting. With practiced ease he wove his way among the other cars and trucks but the other driving weren't always that cooperative.

"Oh," Rachel said. There was nothing else to say. In the front seat she could feel the frustration radiating off Dean in waves. Between him and Booth, Bob was trying to stay awake. Despite feeling better, he was finding the day wearing. She didn't blame him. Other than driving around they really hadn't done much else.

Beside her, Mack shifted restlessly. He was used to being in charge. He was just enough of a control freak that he hated to let other people drive. It was one way he had to feel like he was doing something. Beyond him, Nick was staring out the window. She wasn't sure how much of the landscape he was seeing but at least he was quiet.

"How much farther is it?" Dean asked. He too was staring out the window. There didn't seem to be anything else he could do at the moment. Unconsciously, he chewed on his bottom lip.

"About twenty minutes," Booth estimated.

"Humph," was the only response. Dean knew the agent was doing his best but so far it hadn't yielded any results. Who'd kidnapped his brother and what were they doing to him? The thoughts kept running in circles through his mind.

The rest of the trip was made in silence.

Huge machines thumped and pulsed around them making communication impossible. Sam didn't know where he was going. It didn't really matter that much at the moment. They just needed to get away from here. The noise and the vibrations running through the air made his head hurt that much more. Roy was experiencing similar difficulties. He could see it on the older man's face.

Just as he was about to give in to despair, Sam felt like an invisible hand grabbed hold of him and directed him toward the far corner of the room. Behind him he could feel the others struggling, even Mike. The engineer was wearing out from basically carrying his friend. They had to get out of here now, before the techs realized they were gone.

Slipping around a large vat type structure, Sam saw a door. Thank God! He wanted to just push it open and stumble out into the fresh air but caution took hold. He waited to make sure the other three were with him before he carefully pushed on the bar to force the door open.

Brilliant sunlight dazzled their eyes for a few heart-stopping seconds as they stumbled outside. Reid had had the presence of mind to close his eyes just as Sam opened the door. He recovered quicker than the others. Ignoring his body's protests, he ushered the other three toward a dumpster a few yards outside the door. It was the only cover he could immediately see.

"Get down," Reid whispered to the others as their eyes adjusted. A forklift lumbered by just a few feet away. He didn't think the driver had seen them as they moved further behind the metal box.

"Thanks," Sam breathed as he peered around the corner. They were between two large buildings. Both of them were industrial in nature. Why they were being held here was anyone's guess. As tired as they all were, they couldn't risk staying here. Now able to see, Sam took the lead again and they set off again.