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Rating: T

Author's Note: Here's a short transition chapter. I hope, really hope, to be updating more frequently. All of a sudden, what seemed like way into the future, the premier is looming upon us.

He Called Me Baby

Chapter 37: Their Predicaments

(Published September 15, 2010)

Janson's POV

He woke up with a pounding headache in the middle of the night. As usual, it was darker here on the islands than he was used to at home. But something else wasn't quite right. It was damp with a strong odor in the air. Actually, he wasn't even sleeping on a bed. He immediately questioned where he was. Why did he find himself lying on the dirt ground and why did he feel an unusual weight bearing on his chest? He tried to sit up but found it difficult. He heard the moans of someone next to him. After waiting for his eyes to adjust to the darkness, he saw a small woman next to him. Her clothes were dirty and her damp dark hair hung on the skin of her face and at the nape of her neck. He wasn't sure what to do or even what to say. He didn't know where he was or who he was with. He tried hard to remember anything from before he had fallen asleep. Nothing came to mind immediately, but he did feel a deep sense of sadness and anxiety. He just didn't know what had caused it.

Daisy's POV

Daisy had finally fallen asleep during her vigil. She wasn't sure how long she had waited for him to wake up or how long she had been sleeping. From the slats in the door, she could speculate that the sun had set for the night. New food and water had not been brought at the end of the day, something she hadn't been expecting. Something was different. Dr. Janson stirred underneath her and she sat up quickly.

"Dr. Janson!" Daisy spoke excitedly and quickly but to her credit, she kept her voice unusually low. "Are you alright? How does your head feel? Do you hurt anywhere else?"

"Ms. Wick? What… What are you doing here? Wait. You're alive!"

"I'm so glad you're awake! You have no idea how relieved I am. I thought for sure you were going to be useless to me. Oh, God! I am so sorry! I didn't mean to say that." When would she ever learn to keep her mouth shut and think first?

"Ms. Wick. Calm down. You're certainly not going to be of any help to either one of us if you don't calm down." Daisy was not hurt by his words. Rather, she was considerably grateful for his understanding of her and to his straight forwardness. She needed him to keep them both rational. He certainly knew more of what was happening on the outside than she did.

She took a few deep breaths the way her Lancelot had taught her to do. "I'm sorry. I'm OK now. I'm sure we'll both be of value here in our predicament."

"Thank you, Ms. Wick. I think its best that we start from the beginning. What happened on the day you went missing?"

Daisy started her tale without being able to see his facial expressions. If she had, she would have possibly known how her words were affecting the great professor and anthropologist.

Sweets POV

Sweets couldn't believe the quick turn of events. He and Dr. Brennan had been in search of the agents who were tracking Dr. Stires. Neither was armed but he felt relatively safe in following her since Dr. Brennan was a weapon all her own. She had protected him once before and he wasn't even in the least bit humiliated by that. After all, it was Dr. Brennan. What red-blooded American male wouldn't want to be saved by the gorgeous brunette? But now he had wished they had just stayed put in the vehicle.

Two guerilla soldiers were transporting them to an unknown location. They had been dropped into an enclosed structure that seemed to be moving on some type of motor vehicle. He had lost all sense of direction. His main concern was Dr. Temperence Brennan. She had been knocked out and had yet to regain consciousness. She lay in his arms to absorb some of the shock of their bumpy ride. After all, he wasn't really aware of the details of her condition.

"Dr. Brennan. Please wake up." He had tried this for what he had estimated to be about a half an hour without success. He massaged her hand for physical stimulation in hopes of igniting sensory synapses in the brain. He knew that she had been struck hard on the back of her head and was concerned that she may have a concussion. He tried a new technique that made him a little uncomfortable but he had to try for her benefit.

Michael's POV

Michael was angry with himself. How could he have been so careless as to have been detected? Two people were tracking him… one of them was the arrogant asshole who subdued him at the scene with Tempe. What the hell were they doing here on the islands in the first place? He knew that Booth had a small unit of soldiers on their way to the islands but the FBI agents came as a surprise. He had mistakenly thought that he had another evening before he needed to dodge trackers. The damn cocky agent/sergeant was ruining his plans… and damn it, Tempe just had to get in the middle of it. He had once loved her. He had still wanted her and was excited and hard just thinking of seeing her again when planning his trip to the Maluku Islands. She had changed and she was definitely in his way. He'd give anything, though, to have his way with her just one more time before he finished his job here. First things first, he needed to get off the path of those damn agents.

Sully's POV

It seemed like Andrea and he had been in the depths of the jungle for at least an hour when he decided that they had lost Dr. Stires trail. He really despised the guy he didn't even know. Watching him with Tempe had made him outraged like he had never been before… not even when capturing the worst of vile criminals. He wasn't about to give up. He stopped his wayward thoughts upon hearing his new partner make a chirping-like sound behind him. He turned toward her and watched her point into another direction. He focused in the approximate direction. He didn't see anything at first, but then the scene was in view. There, about 300 yards from them, was a poorly constructed structure resembling a house. Two guerilla soldiers were guarding the place. In the next moment, he heard a slight gasp from his partner. Two men were dragging two people from the structure and hauling them into an enclosed vehicle. They struggled and were probably roped and gagged. He suspected that these were the people they were looking for and although he didn't like seeing them being taken to another location, he was grateful they were alive. His next decision was a difficult one. How long did they track them and when did they turn around for help from the rangers?

Booth's POV

Booth was out-of-his-mind with concern and anger. His Bones, Sweets and the agents should have been back at least an hour ago and Bones was not answering her phone. Granted, she could probably be in a dead zone, but why would she be at this hour? They should at least be on their way back to the hotel. He went to gather his men. It was time to form a plan and take action. If he had been alone without the support of his men, and honestly if Bones wasn't involved, he would have considered they wait until daylight. But thankfully, he didn't have to make that call. Nothing was going to stop him from finding her. She was his life. His everything. He would do anything for her.

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Author's Notes: This was a short chapter. Thanks for sticking with me. I'm closing in on the end, but it still has some surprising details. I hope you will continue to enjoy the ride. Thank you to everyone who has faithfully supported me with your reviews. You're wonderful!