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Anyways, thank you again for waiting and it's time to resolve that cliffy I left everyone on.

Ignoring the searing pain in her ankle, Brennan hurried as fast as she could back to where she had, moments ago tried to escape from. She hadn't run far and soon was back at the shallow grave where the young girl's remains were. Her heart skipped a beat as she caught a glimpse of Booth lying motionless on the ground. Jake stood hovering over him, gun in hand.

She tried to rush towards Booth but Logan's hand closed round her arm tightly, preventing her from moving forward. She breathed a sigh of relief as Booth groaned, slowly pushing himself up. She could see a steady flow of blood down the side of his face from his hairline.

"I should kill you!" Jake bellowed angrily at Booth.

"C'mon man," Logan hurried spoke. "You said nobody would get hurt."

Jake glared angrily back at Logan, then turned to look at Brennan, then back at Booth. For a moment, Brennan wondered if he was deciding if he should kill the both of them.

Suddenly the faint but unmistakable whirl of helicopter blades in the distance could be heard.

"What the hell?" Jake muttered under his breath.

"We gotta get out of here." Logan said urgently.

"Get up!" Jake growled at Booth.

Booth slowly pushed himself to his feet, one hand holding his head. He glanced at Brennan. "You okay?"

"Yes. You?" She noticed that he seemed weaker than he was that morning and the blood had started to drip down his face, staining his shirt.

"Shut up!" Jake yelled. "Move!" He shoved Booth roughly, causing him to stumble forward. His outstretched hands broke his own fall. Brennan reflexively reached forward to grab Booth, but the moment she touched him, Logan yanked her back.

"No more tricks." Logan said menacingly.

"Move!" Jake shouted as the sound of the helicopter blades grew louder.

Brennan glanced up into the canopy of trees and wondered if that was a random helicopter passing by or someone searching for them. She felt Logan push her forward. Her ankle hurt but she was determined not to let it stop her. She concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other, trying to ignore the pain.

Noticing her limping, Booth asked, "You're hurt?"

"I'm fine."

"Shut up before I decide to put an end to your talking!" Jake snapped.

Booth's head pounded painfully with each beat of his heart. He had tried to wrestle the gun from Jake but he had been too weak. The gun had misfired in the struggle and Jake had managed to gain control of it, bringing its barrel down on his head so hard he thought he would pass out. Their plan to escape had failed and he knew it made their captors more desperate and angry. He also noticed that in their haste, their captors had not bothered to bind their hands. Booth wondered if he should try to make a run for it with Brennan. He watched as she limped slowly in front of him. He knew she would never be able to run far and he was too weak to carry her for a long distance. He pondered their predicament silently in his head.

Overhead, the sound of the helicopter neared. Logan who was leading the way stopped in his tracks, as if remaining motionless would make them invisible. The whirl of the helicopter blades came closer and Booth hoped that they would be spotted despite the canopy of trees. His heart sank as the sound of the helicopter seemed to move away from them again, telling him the pilot had changed course.

Logan's shoulders relaxed visibly.

Behind Booth, Jake commanded, "Keep moving."

The four walked on and Booth could tell Brennan was struggling and in pain as she walked. He wanted to reach out to support her but he felt dizzy himself as his head continued to pound. He moved his hand to swipe the warm blood from his head wound that was trickling down his face.

"Hurry up." Jake commanded impatiently.

"She's hurt, can't you see?" Booth whipped round to glare at Jake, the motion, sending a wave of dizziness through him.

"You're stalling on purpose!" Jake yelled.

"We're not." Brennan said, stopping to address Jake. "I suspect I may have torn a ligament in my ankle. Quite possibly the anterior talofibular ligament."

"Let's just keep moving." Logan said. "It's gonna get dark soon."

The was a tense silence as Jake glared angrily at the other three, then muttered, "Move."

Logan kept walking and Brennan recognised that they were walking back to the bunker they had been kept prisoner for the past five days. She knew they were lucky. Jake could have decided to kill them for attempting to escape, but he didn't. Perhaps they hadn't gotten all the answers they sought. But each step was painful and she limped on, worried about Booth. She knew he had sustained yet another head injury in the span of a few days.

Booth watched as Brennan favored her right foot, hobbling on. He wanted to offer to help her but didn't want to risk Jake shooting either one of them. He wondered what their fate was going to be once they got back to their underground prison. He didn't like their odds.

A decision had to be made. It was either let Jake eventually kill them both or try to make a run for it. He knew that even if Jake didn't kill them once they were back in the bunker, chances were that after their attempted escape, their captors were unlikely to let them both out in the open together like this again. He wasn't one to give up, he would rather die trying. He knew Brennan would too. If they did die, he would want his children to know that their parents did not give up, that they had tried everything in their power to get home to them. He coughed, clearing his throat loudly, the action sending a wave of pain through his neck and head. Ignoring the sensation, he leaned forward, resting his hands on his knees, as if to catch his breath.

Brennan hurried to him, "You okay?"

"Run." Booth whispered. He saw a look of surprise flash across Brennan's face.

"What's wrong now?!" Jake asked as he approached them.

"Go Bones, run!" Booth yelled this time. He turned, throwing a well-aimed punch at Jake's face, causing him to stumble backwards. Booth quickly ducked under Brennan's arm, allowing her to swing her arm across his broad shoulders. He half ran and half carried her as they sprinted into the woods. He half expected himself or Brennan to be shot at any moment as they ran. Booth hoped his strength would not give out. Gritting his teeth, he continued to run. Beside him, he knew Brennan was also in pain, as she tried her best to run and not put too much weight on him.

Movement in the distance caught his well-trained eye. He recognised Aubrey's voice, loud and clear as it pierced the air, "FBI! You're surrounded, don't move!

"Down!" Booth yelled throwing himself and Brennan onto the ground as camouflaged figures emerged from the distance approaching them.

Gunshots rang out and Booth instinctively threw his arm over Brennan trying to shield her.

A pair of black boots soon appeared in front of Booth. "You guys okay?"

Booth looked up and couldn't help but smile. "You have no idea how happy I am to see you Aubrey."

"You look like hell." Aubrey crouched down, helping pull Booth up to sit.

Aubrey then helped Brennan up. She threw her arms round his neck, "Thank you."

"Jake and Logan, the two guys who kidnapped us." Booth pointed to where they had run from. "They shouldn't be far."

"We've got the area surrounded. HRT will get them." Aubrey nodded. He pulled out a canteen of water. "You guys look like you could use some water."

"Thank you." Brennan said, accepting the drink. The adrenaline that had coursed through her body during their escape now gone, she suddenly felt exhausted. It was only then did extreme thirst overcome her. She remembered to drink slowly, taking measured gulps, before handing the canteen to Booth. He drank hungrily from the canteen, finishing every last drop.

"Medevac is on it's way." Aubrey said.

Booth blew out a breath. "It smells real bad here, like a skunk or something just went past."

"Skunk cabbage."

"What?"

"Hodgins…" Aubrey grinned. "Never mind." He concluded his partner was too tired and malnourished to endure a lengthy conversation about the flora in the area. He was just relieved that he had managed to keep his promise to little Christine.

"That chopper we heard was you?"

"Yeah. We spotted you from the air and figured we'd mount a rescue from the ground."

"How'd you find us?" Booth asked.

"A combination of help from Christine, Mrs Duncan and of course Angela and Hodgins. Not to mention luck." Aubrey grinned, again remembering the skunk cabbage.

"Thanks. For coming to get us." Booth returned the smile.

"Christine and Hank?" Brennan asked.

"I've been watching them, with Angela's help. Caroline too. They're at my office now, with Caroline. I'll bring them round to see you once you two have been cleared by a doctor."

"Thank you," She nodded at Aubrey, blinking back tears from her gratitude. She had no doubt that if Jake and Logan had caught up to them before Aubrey had found them, that they would have been killed by Jake. For the first time in five days, Brennan felt a suffocating weight lift from her shoulders. She took Booth's hand in hers, truly grateful that they had survived.

"One of 'em got away." A HRT team member in camouflage gear approached them.

Aubrey stood up as Brennan and Booth looked on. Logan, with his hands cuffed behind his back was being led towards them.

"Where's Jake?" Booth asked.

Logan stared at the ground, remaining silent.

"We'll find him." Booth said with conviction. He couldn't risk Jake being out there and trying to harm them again. "Aubrey you need to send a team out, about a thirty minute hike from here, due east."

"What's there?"

This time Brennan replied. "A set of human remains. I suspect once we figure out her exact identify and cause of death, we'll find out why we were kidnapped. And we'll find Jake."

The month of September is going to be real busy for me. I'll keep updating this story as much as I can but please bear with me. Rest assured I will see this story through. Things should get less busy after the second week of October and I can't wait to be able to write more again.