So I guess I am in a writing mood today! First my CBC story then another chapter here, and I am writing another chap for the other story too! Who knew? Anyways, this chapter is a little filler and a little 'let's find out exactly who is doing what'! If that makes any sense! Enjoy!

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With the guns pointed at their backs Brennan and Cathy tried unsuccessfully to trudge as slow as they could, trying to give the guys a chance to catch up to them. Kipper and Jones were aware of their plan and kept their guns aimed towards them letting them know the safeties were off.

"I would just keep walking if I were you." Warned Kipper. "We have a pretty good head start on them I think, and if you try anything funny, well, let's just say Daddy doesn't need any proof you are still alive."

Cathy and Brennan looked at each other with matching worry.

"He'll find us, don't worry." Was all Brennan could mouth towards her aunt before she fell over a fallen tree. Cathy quickly bent down to help her niece up and pushed her forward.

"I know, I have seen you together, he'll come." She whispered back.

Booth continued to follow the tracks. He wondered if he should have gone back to get Kasten and Criss but knew they would be ten minutes behind him. He hoped Criss' shoulder wouldn't impede their tracking. Booth was running as fast as he could through the brush and over the rough terrain, all the while praying that he would catch sight of them soon.

"Booth! Booth!" Kasten tried to yell as quietly as possible.

Booth stopped dead in his tracks. He turned to see the elder agent and the wounded cowboy running towards him.

"Thank god. I knew you wouldn't wait ten minutes you sly bastard. I have picked up tracks. There are four sets and I am thinking it has to be Jones and Kipper. The smaller prints suggest a shorter guy and then well those ones look like sasquatch, and Kipper has got to be six-six. I haven't seen them yet, but I can feel we're getting close."

The older agent just nodded. "Okay, then what's our plan of attack. We can't just go off half-cocked on this Booth, we have to strategize."

"I don't know. I just have to see her. When I see her, then I can figure it out. I know they are still alive and they are walking, but that isn't to say it's going to last."

"There is a trail that goes up and around this ridge. You would have a great sight line and still be able to keep your position hidden. It is covered by a tree-line but it isn't very thick. If you want to risk it?" Criss offered.

"Thanks, I'm glad you are here. Is there any major roadblocks for them coming up? Is there anything that can slow them down?" Booth questioned.

"Yes, there is a river bed, about a half mile up. It will be rushing at this time of year with the snow pack melt. They are going to have to detour about four miles up stream to an old bridge. The upper trail intersects it at about mile three. If we haul ass we can probably cut them off."

"Well Kasten, what do you say? That sounds like a pretty good plan to me."

"Me too, let's hit it."

All three men took off at full speed. The two agents giving way to the experienced cowboy. Booth couldn't believe how helpfull he was being, seeing as six hours earlier he was attacked and handcuffed.

Brennan and her aunt were still trying to go as slowly as possible. Brennan kept checking over her shoulder hoping to catch sight of Booth. She knew he would be behind them, she just hoped he knew which way they were going. Cathy was starting to tire and Brennan tried to keep her aunt motivated.

"Could we please stop? She isn't doing to well."

"No. We have an agenda to keep and if she falls behind well then, we can leave her." Jones stated coldly.

"What do you want with me anyway? Who is this 'Daddy' you are talking about? I think you may have gotten the wrong people." Brennan tried to slow them up acting as if she really were Tamar.

"Seriously? This is the line of questioning you are going to take, Tamar? Or should I call you Molly, or Temperance, or my favorite Joy." Sneered Kipper.

At the sound of all her names, the colour drained from Brennan's face.

"I told you we know who you are. We are agents, Dr. Brennan. We are well aware of who you are and what you mean to our pockets. The old gang is offering up a pretty juicy reward for you, I don't know if we'll get any money for the broad with you, but she doesn't need to slow us down, if you know what I mean."

"H-h-how much are they offering?" Brennan asked.

"One and a half million." Jones quipped.

"That's it? I have that in my bank account. If you let us go, I will gladly write you a cheque for that amount."

"One point five each. That is three mill and, no. We have a contract and once we fulfill our end, then we head to Mexico." Kipper stated.

Brennan gulped. She definitely didn't have three million laying around, and what happens when the contract is filled? Where is she going and who ordered it? She knew that her chances were slim, but she also knew that Booth would find her.

Brennan heard a snap from above their heads and slyly looked over her shoulder and to the right. She thought she caught a glimpse of something, or someone moving. She kept her fingers crossed that it was Booth.

Booth had spotted them a half mile back and Criss was right about it being a perfect sight line. The trail was little more than a horse track, but it did the job and he could finally see that Bones and Cathy were alright. He didn't notice that they were limping or bleeding, so he assumed they were relatively unharmed, but he also noticed the two buffoons with their guns pointed at their hostages.

Booth pulled up and waited for Kasten and Criss to congregate. "Okay, Criss, where do we go from here?"

"About another three hundred yards up is where the trail makes its way down to where they will end up. They have to loop around for about a half a mile. They will come to the river bed shortly and there is a pretty well marked trail for them to follow. If they are smart enough they will follow it, if they are dumb enough, they will jump in and we will be screwed."

"Okay, so let's pray that they loop around. They said they were agents, but I never got any info from Nicolle. We were in such a panic that it slipped my mind to even think about it. SHIT! I guess I screwed that one up."

"Hey, Booth. Calm down. I do recognize the names, but it was from a list of agents on the IAB list. They were being investigated. I have no idea why, but it can't be good if IAB is involved."

"You're right, it can't be good, but we need to get to that intersection and set something up. We have to get to them, and then I guess we go for Charlie. If they've caught up to us, then there is no telling what will happen to her. What do they want?"

Booth left the last question hanging in the air and took off down the trail followed by Criss and Kasten. They needed a plan and they needed a plan fast.

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So I hope you all liked it, and now you know what to do!! Review!! Just in case you didn't! Haha, I am in one very weird mood tonight!!