Donald walked along with Sandra through the heat. Sweat dripped down his face and chest, occasionally getting below the bandage on his shoulder and causing him to wince. He didn't know how much farther it was out of here but was hoping it was close.

"Do you hear that?" Sandra asked causing Ressler to stop. He waited a moment before he could hear the low rumble of a car. "Maybe they'll give us a ride out of here." She added excitedly. Ressler nodded and brushed the sweat off of his forehead. He staggered as they moved to the side of the road. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." He replied but knew she didn't believe. The two looked back up and saw the pick up come to a stop. The dust that had come up from the road settled and Sandra nearly screamed after she saw who was driving.

"Good evening, Agent Ressler." Red stated smugly. "Need a lift?" He asked with a mischievous look in his eye. Ressler grabbed Sandra's shoulders and pulled her back.

"We'll be just fine on our own." He replied. Red's grin dropped and was replaced by a glare.

"Is that so?" He asked. He aimed his pistol at Ressler's head and pulled the hammer back. "Get in." Red growled. Sandra glanced back at Donald who was clenching his jaw in thought. He moved in front of her when he saw there was no way to escape.

"I really hate you." Donald muttered as he sat in the middle next to Reddington. Sandra sat next to him before closing the door.

"I'm not fond of you either, Ressler. That's why when we get out of here, I'm going to set up your own personal hell." Reddington replied before taking off again.

Half an hour had passed, and Red knew it shouldn't be more than a few minutes before the three of them were out of the woods. Then, it would be another ten to get to his hideout. He glanced over at the other two and did a double take when he saw Ressler. He was slumped to the side with his eyes half open. Then, Red noticed that Ressler was short of breath.

"What's wrong with him?" Red questioned and looked back to the road.

"I don't know." Sandra answered, touching Donald's shoulder gently. She shook him to make sure he was conscious but couldn't get him to respond.

"Not like that." Red stated. "Like this." He added before slapping the agent across the face. Ressler yelped before bolting up.

"SON OF A BITCH!" He yelled and pulled back a fist. Sandra grabbed his arm and held him back. He glanced back at her as Red glared at him.

"Maybe you shouldn't punch the person driving." Sandra stated and patted his arm. He leaned back with a sigh. He felt terrible and wasn't sure why.

"Agent Ressler, when you have water, it's usually wise to drink it." Red commented. "Unless you want to commit suicide by dehydration." He added before glancing at Sandra. "Can you get him a bottle of water out of the supplies?"

"We're out of water." Ressler stated and leaned his head back.

"Out of water? What are you, a fish?" Red asked getting a quick glare before Donald closed his eyes again.

"The bag tore, jack ass."

"And you didn't think to pick them up?" Red asked causing Donald to grown.

"You've already taken me prisoner again. Do you have to talk my ear off too?" Donald asked quietly. Red just shot him a quick glare. What was the point? They'd be at the hide out soon enough.

Five more minutes and they'd be there. Red was slightly worried because Donald had started to get his wits back. Even with the gun, if Donald tried to fight, it was likely he'd get away. Oh well, he'd have to worry about that later. Right now, he had to worry about the area they were driving through.

"If either of you see anyone, get down." Red stated causing the two to look at him worriedly.

"Why?" Ressler asked.

"Drug deals are common around here. If we're spotted, we'll be shot at." Red answered calmly.

"W-Why are we going this way?" Sandra asked meekly.

"It's the quickest way."

"Quickest way to what? Death?" Ressler snapped causing Reddington to roll his eyes. Just a few more minutes and he wouldn't have to deal with this anymore.

"I-I see a car."Sandra stated and Reddington motioned for them to get down.

"Be prepared. They'll probably try to run us off the road." He stated as the two ducked down below the dashboard. The silver car approached them quickly and Reddington cocked the gun in anticipation. He aimed just as the man in the other car opened fire. Red swore as the car swerved towards them. He jerked the steering wheel and lost his grip on the gun the process.

Sandra screamed, and Ressler dove for the pistol. The car sped off down the road leaving the three behind. Donald sat up and aimed the pistol at Red.

"I think we know how this goes." Donald stated as Sandra sat back up with her hand clutching her shoulder and tears in her eyes. She let out a sob and moved her shaky hand away to show the bullet wound. "Oh shit."

author's note_

It should only be one more chapter to wrap everything up. :)