A/N: Sorry this took so long, school is almost over and I have lots of things to do, plus, I'm going to be busy all weekend so the next update might even take longer. :/ Sorry about that, but here's this chapter, thanks for the reviews, enjoy! :)

Chapter 6: Capture

Stumbling alongside the stream, Brianna was on the brink of insanity. She had drank the nearby water, but she hadn't been able to find anything to eat. Now it seemed like the water was doing more damage than help, it made her hunger echo throughout her whole body.

Collapsing on her knees, she bent down to get another sip of water and cringed when it hit her stomach. Doubling over on the ground she groaned, waiting for the cramps to go away.

As she was lying there, she was startled by a loud bang, like a gun shot. Jumping a bit, she started to stand when she noticed a bright white light closing in on her. "Oh no," She moaned, as she realized what was happening again, "No, no, no, no..."

Desperate, she reached for a nearby tree, trying to keep herself where she was, but it was pointless, all she could see now was white. The throbbing in her head returned and she tried to keep from screaming, holding her head in her hands.

Moments later, the throbbing stopped and slowly, she looked around her. She was in an alley way of a busy city. It was unusually hot for spring, and when she stepped out onto the main street, she became scared. It was a normal city, but all the signs were written in a different language. They used English letters, but they were not English words. When she say the word hola on a nearby sign, the truth dawned on her. She was in a Spanish city.

"This isn't good," Saunders chanted in his head as he fumbled with the gun and quickly loaded it, "This isn't good. At. All." Throwing his bag to the ground, he sprinted deeper into the forest, following Peter's trail. Not only had they just escaped, he had accidentally shot Dunham. Faber had made sure to specify to only use force if necessary. If he didn't get them, he was done for, and now, he wasn't messing around, he would shoot Bishop if he had to.

Grunting from the pain in his head, he stopped for a second, they couldn't have gotten much further than where he was. The forest was too dense. Turning in a circle he listened, closely, waiting for a single mistake to be made.

Saunders had actually overestimated where they were by a few yards. Peter had been fine running for a while, but the small amount of chloroform he had inhaled was making him dizzy. He had veered off to the right and stopped, setting Olivia down behind a large rock. She still had her hands cuffed behind her back, but he couldn't do anything about that for the moment. Sitting beside her, he checked her wound, noticing that the blood was still bleeding profusely.

Olivia had her head back against the rock, breathing heavily. Peter had ripped his other sleeve, holding it against her side, when he heard heavy footsteps fly past them, then stop. Sucking in his breath, he froze, Olivia stiffened as well.

"I know you're somewhere out there, so do yourselves a favor and come out!" Peter heard Saunders yell. He had definitely lost his patience. Slowly letting his breath out, he handed the cloth to Olivia and motioned for her to stay where she was as he stood. She furiously shook her head, trying to reach out and grabbed him but was stopped by the handcuffs. Bringing his finger to his lips, he mouthed the words, "Be right back." Turning around in Saunders direction, he hoped he wasn't lying.

There was a fairly large tree about three yards from where Saunders was standing, and standing behind it, Peter picked up a thick branch. Closing his eyes for a moment, he waited for a good moment. Deciding that sooner was better than later, Peter jumped out from behind the tree, bringing the branch around towards Saunders' head. About halfway around, the branch snagged on a vine, alerting Saunders just as the branch hit him square between the shoulder blades, but not hard enough.

Jumping at the blow, Saunders turned around, swinging the gun in the direction of the sound, and came face to face with a chagrined Peter. Smiling, Saunders straightened up and was about to say something when he noticed that Agent Dunham was nowhere to be seen. That bastard. Letting his smile drop, he raised the gun from Peter's chest to his head, "Where is Dunham?" he spat out, putting emphasis on each word. He was done playing games.

Slowly raising his hands above his head, Peter smirked, "Haven't a clue."

After that comment, Saunders could confirm that this guy was a pain in the ass. Bishop seemed to know that he couldn't get shot, since Agent Dunham wasn't around. "You want this the hard way then?" he threatened, Peter responded by shrugging his shoulders mockingly, "Okay, you're getting it the hard way."

Approaching Peter, he took his gun and swung it around, connecting it with his jaw. Peter's head snapped back and he tasted blood, but he couldn't react to it. Straightening again, he spat out some blood and continued to stand there, not saying a word.

Olivia's wrists were red from the strain of trying to get out of the handcuffs. She had heard Saunders approach Peter, and she was desperately trying to get up, but the shot in her side didn't give her enough strength to do it without her hands. She was completely helpless, and she knew that, which was why she needed to give up. Neither her or Peter stood a chance, and she needed to do something about her side, otherwise it would get infected.

Getting an idea, Olivia twisted so she was facing the rock. Leaning her head against the rock, she pushed herself up, stumbling as she stood. Sighing she walked to Peter and Saunders, hoping Peter was fine.

"I'm here. Leave him alone and I'll come with you without a problem." She said, approaching Saunders from behind Peter.

After Olivia said that, Saunders realized that Peter might actually be useful. He wouldn't be able to carry her, so Peter could for him, especially since she didn't look to good. He could also threaten her with him. Yes, this would work. "Actually, Bishop is coming with us," he said, keeping the gun on Peter, "But if either of you try anything, he's dead."

Olivia only nodded, about to take a step forward when she collapsed. She couldn't feel the pain anymore, her side had gone numb, but she assumed that it was getting bad. Peter slowly picked her up at the commands of Saunders, and before she knew it, they were heading somewhere in the forest. Her mind wandered in and out of awareness and she lost track of time.

Brianna was terrified and confused. From what she had seen, it looked like she was in Mexico, but she didn't know any Spanish. She had stumbled through the streets, and while many people noticed her, none stopped to ask her what was wrong.

She wanted to get to a phone, but she didn't want to ask anyone for one, not yet at least. But after ten minutes of wandering and not seeing a single payphone, she decided to just ask someone.

She saw a woman with a purse across the street, and taking her chances, she headed over, "Excuse me," she said, and the woman looked up, not understanding, "do you have a cell phone I could use?"

The only thing the woman got from that was 'cell phone'. But after taking in the girls look, she assumed she wanted a phone, "Tu quieres un telefono?"

Brianna had no idea what the woman was saying, but she heard a word that sounded like telephone so she nodded, saying one of the only Spanish words she knew, "Si."

The woman smiled and took out her cell phone, handing it to Brianna. Taking the phone, Brianna smiled and dialed her friends number, but when she brought the phone to her ear, she realized that this woman wasn't allowed to make calls outside whatever country this was.

Frustrated, Brianna quickly handed the phone back to the woman and muttered a quick "Thank you." She then headed off, desperate to get out of this place.

Peter was still carrying Olivia when they arrived at a camp in a small clearing. She was now unconscious and her breathing was shallow. Saunders was behind them, and he gave Peter a shove, "Set Dunham down in that tent over there, my men will take care of her wound."

Peter turned around, "Yeah, they'd better. And if they do anything else," he said in a menacing voice, "You will pay for it."

Saunders chuckled, "Yeah, right. Well you don't have anything to worry about anyway, I've got the same direct orders from the boss...for now. Hurry up."

Not satisfied in the least, Peter entered the tent and set Olivia down on a cot, he would think about what Saunders meant by 'boss' later. "Now what?" he said, looking at Saunders.

Thinking for a moment, he headed out the tent, "Come with me." he went to a bag and pulled out another set of handcuffs, then, he took Peter by the arm and roughly brought him to the edge of the clearing. "Sit down with your back to the tree." Saunders commanded as they approached a medium sized pine tree.

Peter obeyed, not wanting to mess with the guy. Once he sat down, Saunders took his wrists and brought them back around the tree, cuffing them. It was extremely uncomfortable, but he could deal with it. Before Saunders could walk away too far, Peter decided to remark, "So, you have a plan from here? Or is this all as you go?"

Saunders stopped in his tracks and turned to face Peter with an annoyed look on his face, "That is none of your business." With that, he left Peter at the base of the tree to think about his and Olivia's situation.

Olivia became aware after she felt a stinging pain in her side. She tried to struggle against it but was held back by restraints on her wrists and ankles. Gasping in pain as she opened her eyes, she looked up to find three men she didn't know dressed in lab coats surrounding her.

"Who are you? What do you want?" She said trying to remember what had happened before.

"We are helping you get better." One of the men replied, as he continued to wipe the blood that had caked onto her side.

Wincing, Olivia shook her head vehemently, "No, stop lying. What are you doing to me?"

The man looked up from his work, "Stay calm or we won't hesitate to sedate you." he said coldly.

Resting her head back against the cot, Olivia shut her eyes, trying to think straight. She couldn't remember much from before, but it was slowly coming back to her. Her being handcuffed, Peter trying to get both of them away, the shot, Saunders... When she remembered Saunders, she stiffened. The men looked at her, noticing her change in posture, but they didn't say anything.

She remembered now. Saunders, that son of a bitch Saunders had betrayed them and that's why she and most likely Peter were here. With her eyes flashing, she slammed her hands against the restraints and brought her head back up, "Where the hell is Saunders?" she hissed, struggling to get off the cot. The men didn't reply, instead steadying the cot as it tipped dangerously to one side. "Where is he?" She yelled, this time thrashing around, ignoring the pain in her side.

Caught off guard, the men scrambled to steady the cot again, but Olivia didn't stop. Throwing her weight to one side, she caused the cot to tip over and fall on its side. It hit the ground with a crash and she narrowly missed hitting her head on the ground.

"Okay that's it." one of the men growled as he righted the cot, "Get me that sedative."

Finally calming down, Olivia tried acting rational. "No," she said, breathing heavily, "Please, just at least tell me if Peter is here." Laying her head back, she hoped he had gotten away.

The man stopped just as he was about to inject her. "You mean that other guy who the boss brought with you? Yeah he's here."

The only good thing about that was that it meant he wasn't dead. Worried, Olivia let herself relax slightly as the man injected her, sending her into oblivion.

A/N: So, how was it? Review please! I'll try to post the next chapter as soon as I can, but it may take longer than usual.