A/N: Okay, it's a quick and short update, but I wanted to get this out of there because I'm working a lot this weekend and my cousin is coming home from Spain so we have a bunch of family stuff going on too but I wanted to get this up in case I didn't get a chance to write this weekend. Sorry it's so short, but please, let me know what you think!


"Sweetie, you need to talk about this. I need to talk about this!"

"Ange, I have faith in Booth. I have faith he'll come home to me and our son."

"Wait, what did you just say?"

Brennan smiled and turned so she could see both Angela and Jack. "I appreciate the fact that you two have been attempting to not spoil the surprise but you two are really bad at hiding it. Angela, last week, when you were painting the nursery, you had blue paint in your hair for about an hour before you realized it. And, Jack, you can shop for the baby all you want, but don't leave the shopping bags in front of the front door. The blue onesies gave me a hint. Oh, and Booth only sent back ideas on boy names so he kind of gave it away too."

"Brennan, I am so sorry!"

"Shit, sweetie, I can't believed we ruined it!"

Brennan laughed. "I kind of suspected this. All of the pregnancy books gave clues on how to figure it out without having an ultrasound technician read the monitor."

"Wow, sweetie, why didn't you say something?" Angela said, with a laugh, "You would've saved us a lot of trouble. And now you can help us plan the nursery!"

Brennan smiled at Angela and took a bite of bacon. "I will help but I'm sure you and Booth already have it all figured out," she said, her face falling a little bit more the long their conversation lasted.

"Sweetie, I want your opinion on the nursery. Bren, I think you need to talk about this."

"Angela, I am fine. I will be fine. Making me talk about my husband potentially not coming home from war is not going to help my stress level. I need calm. And making me talk about it is not going to keep me calm. So, if I decide I want to talk, I promise, you will be the first one I come to."

"That is a deal I can make."


While they were planning their escape, their captors walked in. Teddy looked away while Booth stared them down. The three men said something to him and he, of course, didn't respond. One man walked to a corner and started pulling at the pipe the two soldiers were attached to. The man took out a foot long section and began to pace in front of Booth. He said something again, and still, Booth didn't answer. The man with the pipe stooped over him, waiting for an answer. Booth gave the man a cocky, superior grin, like he had no regard for what the man was about to do to him.

The man gave him a sadistic grin back. He stood up and slapped the sole of Booth's foot with the pipe. Booth cried out from his spot on the floor and tried kicking the man away with his unbeaten foot. The man took a swing at Booth's other foot and made contact and Booth could feel the crunch of bones beneath his skin. But he fought back. And Teddy did too.

But the two captured soldiers only stopped when they found themselves staring down the business ends of two enemy AK-47s held by the other two men. Booth and Teddy stopped, afraid what would happen if they moved anymore. The first man started beating Booth's feet again and Booth held in his shouts of pain. His cries became more muffled the more his feet began to bleed.

After what seemed like hours of beating, their captors left and threw the blood coved pipe down next to Booth for later use.

"Seel?"

"Yeah?"

"You alright?"

"Yeah. I'm okay. Shit, that hurt."

"They broken?"

"Yep," he let out a sigh, "Yeah, yeah, they're broken. Shit, this ruins our plan. If I can't walk, we gotta figure something else out. I'm not sitting here for days on end waiting for the colonel to come find us. Because I can bet he thinks we're dead."

"Okay, so I have a broken hand and you have two broken feet. How in God's name are we getting out of here?"