Hey everyone, last cliffhanger, I promise... I think.

"I don't give a flying fuck what you're using them for right now Lt; get me a chopper NOW." Landry pinched the bridge of his nose, trying valiantly to maintain what little self-control he still had while he listened to the paper pushing Lt on the other end of the line. He saw Walter tentatively poke his head around the door frame and waved him in. "Lt, my 2IC and CMO are missing; if there isn't a chopper on my helipad in ten minutes, I will find the deepest, darkest hole in Antarctica and bury you there for the rest of your career."

Walter winced at the loud crash as Landry slammed the phone down and looked at him expectantly. "I think I may have found them sir; about four days ago, Sgt Wilks rented a cabin up at the National Forest line about an hour from here. He was intelligent enough to pay cash, so it took a little digging, but they still had a hold on his credit card."

"Good work Walter. Get Col Carter on the phone and get my gear from the armory; I'm going with them."

Downtown, Daniel watched as Sam flipped open her cell phone to answer a call from the General. He'd scarcely allowed himself to hope that they would find Mitchell and Carolyn here, Wilks had been so smart about everything else he probably wasn't dumb enough to bring them to a populated area. His eyes moved to Teal'c as the man stalked out of the apartment and cornered one of Wilks's neighbors; the poor man having been woken by the commotion long before his alarm clock was set to go off. The conversation was a short one and Teal'c returned quickly. "Anything useful," Jackson asked knowing that there probably wouldn't be.

"Sgt Wilks has not been seen in nearly a week; he has obviously rented another location at which to keep Col Mitchell and Dr Lam."

Carter jogged over to them, "we've got a new location. Wilks rented a cabin about an hour north of the base. Reynolds and the other teams will leave now in the suburbans, we're meeting the General on the roof in ten." They looked at each other in silence for several long seconds, "they've got to be there."

Daniel knew Sam was worried, hell they all were, but she was also in obvious soldier mode. He'd only seen her this focused a handful of times that she wasn't looking at a piece of alien technology. He tired to reassure her despite his own doubts, "we'll find them Sam; besides you know neither of them will allow the other to be hurt."

"That's exactly what I'm afraid of."

STARGATE: SG-1

Carolyn worked frantically, ripping the padding from the zip tie around her wrists and the handcuff around her ankle; two very painful minutes later her hands were free but the cuff remained firmly around her ankle. She took a brief second from her work to visually check on Cameron and Wilks; both had yet to move. The growing blood stain beneath Cameron was scaring her more than she wanted to admit, even to herself; why couldn't he have fallen within her reach? From what she'd seen just before he'd collapsed, the wound looked to be in his flank, just above the hip; not lethal in and of itself, but with the bleeding going unchecked… The fact that there was no exit wound was both a blessing and a curse: with the exit wound he would be losing twice as much blood, but without it, there was a much greater risk of infection, especially the longer it went untreated.

The longer Cameron remained unmoving, the more Carolyn worried. She knew it was the compounded head traumas keeping him down more so than the gun shot wound itself, but that didn't change the fact that he had yet to stir. His body had been placed under an enormous amount of stress the last few days and she couldn't help but wonder how much more it would take for it to give into his weakened state.

Carolyn turned back and slammed her foot into the leg of the couch again; she wasn't sure if it was just wishful thinking, but the wood seemed to be moving more and more under her blows. Her muscles had long since started burning when she heard a distinct crack issue from beneath her foot; one more kick and the couch leg collapsed inward.

Her first instinct was to run to Cameron and stop the bleeding, but she knew that wasn't her best course of action; she needed to do something to control their situation first. Her eyes searched the small living room for the nine millimeter that had been knocked from the Sgt's hand when Cameron tackled him. Carolyn spotted the butt of it peeking from beneath a comfortable looking arm chair in the corner of the room. After fishing the gun out of its hiding place she made her way to the bathroom, praying that Wilks wasn't a typical bachelor and that she would find a stack of clean towels there.

The three clean, white, fluffy towels didn't answer her question about the marine's level of bachelorhood, but it did tell her that the cabin had a fairly competent maid service.

Lam quickly made her way back to Cameron's side; she would have liked to find something to bind Wilks's hand with, just as an added precaution, but the man was lying atop both his arms, and chances were that any movement would wake him easily. Gently rolling the object of her affection over on to his back, she realized her earlier assessment had been correct; the bullet had most likely not hit anything vital, but Cameron had lost a lot of blood. And he was still losing it; new trails of blood had also carved paths down from his temple and nose.

In the early morning light, Mitchell struggled weakly as Carolyn pressed one of the towels to the gaping wound in his side, but he showed no signs of actually waking up. She fashioned the most effective pressure bandage as was possible with two towels and his good leather belt; he was going to be pissed about the belt, it was his absolute favorite. Cameron was deathly still again by the time she finished.

Lam used the remaining towel to clean up his face as much as possible; it would decrease the team's shock when they came to get them, and plus it just made her feel better when he wasn't covered in blood. She would have traded just about anything to have her medical kit there; the pink, puffy tissue around his head wound was a classic indication that an infection had already taken hold there and the gun shot wound was likely to follow before they got him home.

Carolyn kept as silent as possible through out her ministrations, fearing that any noise would wake Wilks.

It was then that the thought of a phone popped into her head. She knew that both her and Cameron's phones had been lost at the site of their abduction, but there had to be one in the cabin somewhere. Wilks was military; they were never without their cell phones. Of course, Carolyn wanted to avoid going near him if at all possible.

She hated to leave Cameron's side, but at the moment, finding a phone would help him more than her hovering would. Carolyn quickly searched the kitchen and living room; she was halfway through the bedroom, when she heard a moaned curse issue from the living room. The thick southern drawl that colored the voice had her nearly delirious with relief; she raced back to keep him from moving, the last thing they needed was for him to start bleeding again.

"Cameron," she whispered urgently as she dropped to her knees at his side, "stay still, I don't need you messing up all my hard work." Carolyn felt another frission of concern rush through her when he blinked owlishly at her. "I know this is a stupid question, but how are you feeling?"

He gave her that brief, lopsided smirk that she loved so much. "Like shit," he murmured quietly after a minute. "Wilks?"

"Still out cold."

"Ok, then we need to get out of here."

Carolyn looked at him like he was touched in the head, as he may well be after all those head injuries. "You're in no condition to be moving around right now." The emotion in his eyes had her retracting her statement almost instantly; they vividly conveyed the direness of their situation and all his fears of what might happen to her. "Right, just let me tighten this first then."

Cam couldn't help the flinch or the hiss of pain as Lam pulled the belt another notch tighter. He hadn't embellished when he told her he felt like shit; his side was on fire, his knee and his head throbbed in time with his heart beat, and he was currently seeing three of Carolyn in what small amount of his visual field that wasn't completely grayed out. Mitchell knew that he was dangerously close to passing out, but all he had to do was make it to the truck; he wouldn't even have to stay awake long enough to hot wire the damn thing as Wilks had been nice enough to drop the keys when he'd walked in.

With some quiet swearing and a lot of help from Carolyn, Cameron made it to his hands and knees. His head hung toward the floor as his breath came out in harsh pants; when he finally did look up, it was to see Wilks staring at him with pure, unadulterated hate.

He and Carolyn stared the Sgt down in silence, none of them daring to move.

"Fuck!"

The spell broke; all three of them lunged for the gun simultaneously. Cameron came up well short; his body absolutely refusing to move the way it usually did. Carolyn reached the gun a split second before Wilks, his hand covering hers on the handle of the gun. She pulled the gun toward her and kicked out as hard as she could, hoping to connect with some part of his anatomy. Unfortunately, Wilks was no longer underestimating his captives; he used Lam's momentum against her, pushing her backwards into Cam and ripping the handgun from her grasp.

Mitchell caught Carolyn as she flew backwards, smothering a grunt as her elbow found his broken ribs; black spots danced across his vision. They both watched the marine climb to his feet and swing the barrel of the gun in their direction.

"You shouldn't have done that Carolyn."

Birds scattered from the trees as gunfire once again shattered the silence of the forest.