Flying High

[Dr. Spencer Reid]

((ooc: So here is my start to the plot. I decided to have them all on the plane already. So everyone start posting away!))

Spencer Reid had never been to Hawaii before so he was getting pretty exited. H had actually never left the main land before. A few times he had gone to Canada and Mexico but never had he flown over the ocean. That meant that he was beginning to get scared. He ran the statistics over and over in his head. There was a one billionth chance that this plane was to go down. Yet some how that didn't calm his nerves. It was kind of funny really, after all he was in a plane at least twice a week. But this plane was much bigger than the one he was used it. Statistics did show that larger planes were safer but right now Reid didn't think so.

Reid knew a good portion of the people on the plane. A good one sixth of them were FBI agents or D.C. police going to the same conference he was heading to. One of the only police officer conferences there was in the world. Most of them he didn't know their names, only their faces, however. Out of his own team only one of them had decided to go, Garcia. It had surprised Reid that Morgan hadn't wanted to go, but it turned out he had better things to do at home. The rest of the team it wasn't so much of a surprise, though he had thought Emily might have wanted to go as well. Instead it was just him and the technical analyst, which Reid wasn't to sure if he was worried about or not. He loved Gracia, but wasn't sure if he could really connect with her, or talk about anything but a case. he really hadn't ever tried.

He took a quick survey of the passengers around him all of which seemed mostly oblivious to the fact that they were miles above the ground. And by then they would be flying over the ocean. Reid couldn't be to sure if he was right or not being to afraid to look out the window. They had been on the plane for a good few hours now, though. As he looked at the people around him he found about half of them were asleep. He wondered how they could be sleeping. Mixed with the anxiety of flying over water and the excitement of going to Hawaii Reid thought he would never be able to sleep. Instead he looking over at his co-worker to see if she to was asleep or if she was as awake as he was.

[Matthew Grimaldi]

OOC: For this starter post I'm just going to post the two of them on one account since they're next to one another but as more people join and more stuff happens I'll separate them. Hope that's ok!))

If there was one thing Agent Grimaldi and Data Analyst Krys Robin were used to: It was flying on an airplane. However flying together was a rare 'treat' even though they were on the same team (as was Kate). Matthew tended to travel either by himself, with a partner (occasionally Kate), or with the rest of the team but never with Krys. Afterall, there was nothing that girl couldn't do from miles away on her phone while attached to her computer system in her little 'lair'.

Krys was also very used to traveling alone. Whenever she was sent to speak to colleges or was 'out on loan', as she put it, the Bureau paid for it all and didn't wish to send her along with company. This time however both were going to the same conference. Of course they weren't jumping for joy, but the promise of Hawaii was enough to sway even the harshest of judges: Mainly Matthew.

Matt had been a bit turned off to the whole thing. He was all about undercover missions, getting the bad guy, doing some good. What good could possibly be accomplished at a Police Conference?! Who would they save. Eventually he swallowed his words after multiple warnings from his friend, and boss, the supervisor of Counter Terror. He'd keep his thoughts to himself.

Another downside to this whole 'Police Conference' was the length of the flight. Matthew could be a patient man but being stuck on a plane next to Krys, who he KNEW wouldn't fall asleep left him with very few options. Luckily for Miss Robin he actually found her amusing (in his own way) and he enjoyed picking on her. This provided a bit of relief from the flight itself.

They had finished around their eight game of tic tac toe on a napkin when he couldn't contain himself. His head lowered his eyes traveled toward her as she made an 'x' in one of the squares, before commenting with a smug little smile all his own: "I see we match today." He then moved to make his 'o'. Krys didn't even dignify her friend and superior with a comment.

He was poking fun at her clothing style which was usually quite out there. It seemed, for the conference, the Bureau was actually making her wear clothes that a) fit her (she usually chose baggy clothing) b) made her look more 'adult' c) she probably hated. All of which he found amusing, more so because she was putting up with it. "You actually look like an adult today." Yes, he was poking her where he knew it'd get to her. This was the norm for them.

"And look at you, you own a blazer. I guess I lost the pool in the office." Krys commented with no hint of tone in her voice, though it had been one of her usual quips. God, she was really hoping Kate would chime in soon, she was good at that.

Matthew quirked his brow with a smile, obviously amused, while Krys made a line through her 3 'x's. "I win. You lose. Feel my wrath. Yahddy yahda." She sighed and leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest as she stared at the back of the seat in front of her.

"You alright there Robin?" Matt questioned, a frown on his features as she studied her. He was genuinely concerned and he actually felt bad for poking fun (though that was routine for them). Matthew was very protective of his friends and team, Krys fell under both. Plus she was a bit of a youngin' so he couldn't help but want to look after her.

Krys didn't say anything back and seemed determined to not utter a word, a serious feat for her. It was then that Matthew understood. "You really hate this getup huh?" Sliding to the edge of his seat he leaned toward her so he was in her line of vision. His arms draped over his lap, his hands folded.

"Tell you what.. Once we get to Hawaii you can change. I'm not going to tell anybody." She looked right into his face and Matthew gave her an adorable smile, especially for an oaf like him and it was returned, which made him feel a lot better. "Great. Now.." He leaned back in his seat and put his arms behind his head, obviously not resting but egging her on. "As you were."

"There's also a bet on when you'll go completely bald." Yep, she couldn't contain herself. She did enjoy her banter and especially that Matthew tolerated it. "Kevin down in line taps says 2013, Jake in records says 2018.. I said you're going to get it burned off in 2011 in a horrible Easy Bake Oven accident." And with that she brought her hands behind her own head in a similar fashion to Matthew, a sight that made him smile.

[Penelope Garcia]

What a Technical Analyst was doing flying out to a conference, Garcia had no inkling of an idea for. Still, it was right there she was sitting, on a less than comfortable plane, heading out to Hawaii to join the ranks of many a hero. They had told her it wasn't required. They had, however, added that it was "in her best interest and highly recommended". Garcia had booked her spot on the plane immediately following the conversation.

Sitting there now, she was feeling rather stupid for doing such a thing. She doubted they would have fired her for refusing to go---they wouldn't want a prominent hacker let go; especially on bad terms. Penelope could out hack the best of them over in the FBI. Still, a large part of her was excited. She never got to do any traveling with the team---and if she did, it was never a good sign. She had thought for sure that the rest of them would be going, too. That it would be one gigantic team bonding experience.

Much to the tech's surprise, the only one who had actually booked the flight was Boy Genius. Now, Garcia was not a profiler, but when she glanced over to Spencer, it seemed he was a bit nervous. But he flew all the time, didn't he? She couldn't sleep on the plane, though she wanted to for sure. It had been a stressful morning, what with the last-minute packing she had decided to do, and the hustle and bustle of the airport. Had she packed her bathing suit? It was Hawaii.

She felt attentions turned to her, and she flashed her brown eyes over to Reid, who was in fact looking her over. Probably to see how suitable she was for conversation at the moment. She smiled a bit, "This is not going to be a business only trip." Garcia chirped in a statement, rather than a question. "We're probably never going to Hawaii again, so lets make the best of it...you are going to have fun, aren't you, Reid?"

If there was one thing Garcia knew for sure, it was that nighttime was incredibly fun; and even Dr. Reid needed such excitement. If the only excitement you got was chasing serial killers, you weren't healthy.

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Kara was sitting, less than comfortably, next to people she didn't know. If there was one thing Kara disliked, it was traveling alone. Or, maybe that wasn't her problem. It was traveling on such a tight schedule. She sighed, and threw her eyes out the window, gazing down through the clouds, catching sight of deep blues. She was, in fact, heading to Hawaii for somewhat of a pleasure trip. It was about time for the Hawaii Star Ballroom Competition. And, with a nervous glance to her watch, Kara fidgeted a bit uneasily. She began to do the math in her head.

"The competition is starting at six," her mother had told her when she had registered her prime students to enter. It had, apparently, included her daughter. It was probably some ploy to actually get a visit out of her. She had been really busy and been neglecting the trips home.

Well, at the rate they were going, she would probably land around four, or four thirty. She had had no baggage checked. She had sent the rest of it with the rest of the studio two days ago, when they had gone. The only thing she had was a dress, and a different pair of heels, both of which were tucked into the stowaway compartment above her head. So, she could skip the hassle of fetching luggage. Head to the hotel, drop off her stuff, change, and rocket to the Ballroom.

She sighed slightly, lifting one hand to check her hair. She had foreseen such a tight schedule---so she had taken a few strange liberties for the flight. Like styling her hair so it would be already ready for the dance, and having her make-up pre-applied. It wasn't costume-ish in the least, and in fact looked almost as if it were not there at all. Still, for someone who rarely wore make-up, it was a big deal.

She should have left with the others. Still, school and work had prevented her from doing that. She was just exhausted. Kara, actually, did not want to dance when she arrived. She wanted to sleep. She closed her eyes for a moment, as if she were about to try and nap; but the man sitting beside her would not allow her that privilege. He shifted, coughed, mumbled things to himself.

Eventually Kara gave up, giving the man a quick glance of annoyance, she turned her attentions back to the window. She just wanted to land to get this nightmare over with. She was not even a good flyer.

[Dr. Spencer Reid]

Kate was sitting next to Krys in the next ails. But she was by no means paying any attention to Krys and Matt. The two of them knew each other a lot better then she did any of them, though Kate had been undercover with Matt a few times, and was part of his team. The think was she was new one on the team. Then there was the fact that she didn't really care to talk to them or get to know them. What good would that do when she was undercover all the time. The less they knew about her the better. The less likely they were to figure out her dark secret. Instead she sat back with her arms crossed over her chest and her eyes closed. She was not asleep, though, she couldn't sleep. She was starting to run low and was feeling shaky. She had taken a hit before going to the air port, to afraid to do so at the airport unless they thought something was up when she went to the bathroom. But now she was near shaking.

Occasionally she would open her eyes, meaning they knew she wasn't asleep, and look at see what they were doing, and to see if the bathroom was open. Currently they were still playing tic-tack-toe. And of course pocking fun at each other. It was uncommon for them to do that, and normally Kate would have jumped in with a few mean comments. But not know. She just turned her head back forward and closed her eyes. Seconds passed when finally she heard the small bathroom door open and a man walk down the ails. She opened her eyes and sure enough it was. Quickly she stood and smiled at her team mates. "I have 2012." She before adding. "Be back in a sec." As she walked down the way she trying to control her shaking. But she knew Krys and Matthew had seen it. She just hoped that they thought it was because of her "fear of flying" she had told them about earlier.

She entered the bathroom and quickly shut the door and locked it. Then she moved to the mirror and looked at herself. She had even larger bags under her eyes and she was paler then snow. She long curly brown hair was a mess and, or course, she was wearing the make-up. For once she was wearing office ready cloths, unlike the undercover cloths she was used to wearing. She had black dress pants on over a nice black top. You couldn't see the top, though, in account that she was wearing a large baggy hooded jacket over it zipped to the very top. It was the jacket that she wore almost all the time when it was cold, and even though when she got to Hawaii she wouldn't be cold she knew she could pull off being cold on the plane.

What was so special about the jacket was what she held in the large pocket in a slightly hidden compartment. In truth it was just a flap of cloth over the lining of the pocket so she knew he heroin was safe. In the other pocket she had a needle. Over time she had learned the injecting was the best way to have the drugs. Snorting it was noticeable and as long as you wore long sleeves no one would know. That's why she wasn't to happy about going to Hawaii, it was kind of hard no to wear short sleeves. Kate wasn't to sure what she was going to do yet. Brushing that off as something she would worry about later she quickly formulated the drugs and stuck the needle in her arm. Then she sat back as the drugs took effect.

Several minutes later she exited the small room and rejoined her team mates hoping that she hadn't taken to long in the bathroom. Or that they noticed the change in her. In case of that she sat down and closed her eyes much like she had been before. And waited for what ever they were going to through at her.

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Reid looked at Garcia disappointed that she didn't look at all scared. Was he the only one with problems? He was relived, though, that she was there to talk to him. That would help take his mind of things. "I'll have fun!" Reid said defensively, though he knew where she was coming from. "This is Hawaii we're talking about. Sunny beaches!... Though there are sharks in the water. Did you know that 5 people die from a shark attack a week... though that is a world statistic..." He knew that there was no reason to worry about sharks, but he was on a role with the worrying stuff.

Quickly he took another look around he plane seeing a face that caught him for a second. It was Kara, a college student that he had given a lecture to a few days before and then had run into at the mall. The only reason he thought it was weird was because she wasn't a cop, so why was she on the plane. It was an odd coincidence. But as Gideon might say there are none. So what did it mean. Instead of worrying about it, something he was sure was nothing, he turned back to Garcia. "Did you know there is a 1 in 11 millionth change of being in a plane crash. While at the same time you have a 1 in 5,000 Chance of being in a car crash?" He couldn't help but dish out the random facts. It helped him calm down. It was then the the plane violently jerked up and down. Reid closed his eyes as fast as it happened and clinked to the side of his chair. When the turbulents finally ended he felt like he had to throw up so he didn't move a muscle.

[Krys Robin]

"I have 2012." She before adding. "Be back in a sec."

"Thanks a lot Saunders." Matthew commented with a bit of a smile. Only natural for the ladies to rise to each other's defense and gang up on him, especially if it meant poking fun at him. It wasn't like they could do it on other plane rides with their superior around (and besides, Krys was rarely ever on those flights to instigate it) so Matthew was actually rather content to be on this terf with the rest of his team. It made him feel like a part of something.

Matthew found himself watching Kate walk and immediately noted her shaking. His brow furrowed a bit with concern. Had she been afraid of flying? That didn't make much sense considering that they had been on planes before in the past. He bit the inside of his cheek in thought, watching as the plane's bathroom door finally closed.

"Maybe she's not feeling well." Krys noted and as Matt turned back around to look at her he found that she was making origami cranes for no reason in particular. "She picked 2012, I mean.. Come on..." She gave a slight, comedic roll of her eyes before setting an origami crane on Matthew's pullout tray in front of him.

It was then that the plane began to jerk up and down for a moment or two. Instinctively Krys' hands went to hold onto her seatbelt (which in her mind made sense) while one of Matthew's hands grabbed the chair's arm rest and the other stuck out in front of the young woman in a defensive hold. Krys glanced down at the hand, amidst the shaking, she was amused. "Oo.. Soccer mom grab. Nice job."

After a few seconds of shaking the plane finally stopped. Krys immediately undid her seatbelt and went up on her knees in her seat (something Matthew tried to prevent by pushing on her and repeatedly telling her to sit down). "Who the heck is driving this thing?!" She demanded quite loudly as her head popped up from behind the seat before she was shoved back into place and roughly buckled back in by her teammate.

[Penelope Garcia]

“Reid, are you alright?” Garcia jested lightly. She was, perhaps, amused that the boy who knew absolutely everything was uncomfortable—even if him being so was not new in the least. He was uncomfortable with almost everything, except books. Those he was quite comfortable with. “Don’t you spend enough of your life in planes to not care about this one?” She asked, still lightly.

"I'll have fun!"

“Well, then, at least even you can acknowledge Hawaii is worth the fun.” She grinned, and adjusted her glasses slightly as she began to think of all of the things she was to do. “Those beaches are going to be so great! The team will be jealous.” She laughed merrily for a moment. It was, perhaps, slightly cruel. But, she had really wanted everybody to be there. It seemed like it would have been great. Besides, with Morgan not there? Her closest bond on the team was gone.

”Did you know that 5 people die from a shark attack a week... though that is a world statistic..."

Garcia’s smile faded, and her brown eyes looked to the man with a stern, and almost emotionless expression. “Two words. Mood. Killer.” She turned her eyes back to her comic book that she held in her hand. But now all she could think about was sharks, with their large teeth, beady little eyes, their tails. She fell silent for a moment before turning back to him and adding for effect, “For a genius, you have absolutely no common sense.”

There was a nasty bout of turbulence, and even Garcia clenched the seats a bit tighter, though did nothing in the way of showing extreme discomfort or fear. As usual, she was quite laid back and took it well. But did Reid look distressed!

"Did you know there is a 1 in 11 millionth change of being in a plane crash. While at the same time you have a 1 in 5,000 Chance of being in a car crash?"

She gave him a reproachful stare once more. “Reid? Shut up.” It was, again, said in love and jest. He would know; it was just what she did. And speaking of plane crashes, no matter how unlikely, seemed a bit counterproductive.

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Kara shifted once more. Turbulence was making her extremely uncomfortable. She was, in fact, trying to distract herself; running through her routine many times over in her head.

Oh, if only she could sleep. She was going to be so tired by the time she landed. The ball was going to last on forever, and if she wasn’t sharp in her movements, she would never stand a chance in the competition. And her partner would hardly be thrilled with her.

She tossed the man a glance beside her. Why did she always end up with the worst plane-passengers sitting beside her? With an inward groan, she looked back out over the ocean below. If it would just end, it would be so welcomed.

[Dr. Spencer Reid]

Kate hadn't even noticed the large jerking of the plane when she was in the bathroom. But now she knew that something was up. She looked around at the worried faces of those on the plane and smiled. She found the fear of others amusing at the moment. Seeing Krys stand in the chair and Matt push her down she laughed. "Having fun Mom?" She asked her boss with a smirk. She knew Krys was going to have a hay day with that one, and was ready to enjoy the show. She never got to though.

A second later the plane jerked violently again. This time the seat belt light came on and a voice over the intercom came one. "We are experiencing some... turbulent. If everyone could please return to their seats and buckle up." Normal Kate wouldn't have bothered, but by the way the voice sounded she knew something was up. The women had sound terrified, and that could only mean something really bad was going on. The plane jerked some more as Kate quickly pulled on her seat belt, and made sure it was as tight as it would go. She looked over to Krys and Matt, subconsciously hoping they understood the danger as well as she did. Sure she acted like she didn't care about friends or anyone, but after the loss of her family she wasn't sure how much more death she could take. If they died she was sure she wouldn't be able to control herself and maybe she would even mess up with her drug addiction, or something.

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Reid looked at Garcia with a stern face. "That's just the point. I'm on a plane all the time. Soon my luck has to run out!" He knew that he was being terribly cynical, but he was to scared to really care at the moment. By the look on Garcia's face, though, she wasn't to happy with the young agent. He made a note to try and hid his fear a bit more, there was no reason to be scared anyway, he knew all the stats. The chances of the plane going down were next to nothing, so why then should he be worried? And she was right, he flew all the time and never before had had any problems. This time seemed different, though, something in his gut told him this was the time the plane was going to go down. Something that he didn't fully understand.

"Sorry." Reid muttered at the now very mad and frustrated Garcia. He should have knew that she would be the one to get upset by his negativity. If it had been Morgan he would have just laughed it off and made fun of the young genius for being so paranoid. That thought seemed to reminded Reid so something. His mother was terrified of flying. Maybe he was having some sort of break down or something. Not so much as a psychotic break or anything like that. Maybe in some ways being afraid of flying was genetic or he was thinking of his mother to much and knowing she was afraid was making him afraid. It really didn't make much sense to Reid but it was a much better explanation then he had a gut feeling.

That's when the turbulent started up again. Reid grabbed at the chair for his life. When the voice came over the intercom he knew something was wrong. The women sounded to scared for this to be any normal kind of jerks. Again feeling like he had to throw up Reid closed his eyes and wished for it to all be over. For the plane to steady out. Then for it to land. Right there and then Reid decided that he wasn't going to fly home, he would take a ship, even if it took days. He had plenty of vacation and sick days he could use. But he was never flying over the ocean again. That was if he survived this. That thought scared him. What is the plane did go?

[Matthew Grimaldi]

"Having fun Mom?"

In catching Kate's little smirk to accompany her quip Matt had opened his mouth to say something, though his hand was still resting on Krys holding her down (as if he forgot that he was doing it), when the plane gave another set of jerks that sent him back into his seat. Blinking with startled, dark eyes he glanced about before finally someone spoke via the communication system making an announcement to all of the worried passengers.

"We are experiencing some... turbulence. If everyone could please return to their seats and buckle up."

"That can't be good." Krys exhaled with a worried, yet curious expression on her face when the plane gave another jolt. Instinctually her hands held onto the arm rests and her eyes widened, Matthew's hand was also holding her in place. He was a bit larger than her afterall, and therefore could manage himself quite a bit better in this situation.

"So not good." She announced in disbelief with another loud exhale. This is why she preferred traveling alone. Whenever Matt and Kate were around trouble seemed to follow! Krys appeared glued to her seat as her worried eyes glanced back and forth, luckily Matthew Grimaldi was thinking far more clearly than she was and immediately buckled her right in.

Matthew was fussing with Krys' seatbelt when he gave a shout over to Kate. "Put your seatbelt on!" He knew Kate was probably doing it already but he couldn't take any chances. In one fluid motion he gave Krys' belt a yank which tightened it, just as the plane gave another jerk sending him backwards into the side of the plane a bit roughly. He quickly recovered though after a wince.

"Get your seatbelts on!" He called out, just in case someone on the plane had been sleeping or wasn't paying attention. He forced himself back into his seat and after he got his shaking hands under control, heard the metal part of his seatbelt click. In preparation for whatever was to come he too braced his hands on the armrests giving the metal a squeeze.

[Kara Barnhill]

"That's just the point. I'm on a plane all the time. Soon my luck has to run out!"

"Reid. Really." Garcia exclaimed lowly. Still, another bout of rough flying, and instantly her knuckles went white against the arm rests. "You, sir, must have great luck. Please, for the love of God, hold on to it. Shed some on me." It was rather dramatic, and very Penelope Garcia. Still, something about it was panicky. Now that the plane was getting violent, she tightened her belt. "Tighten your belt, Reid." Still, her mother hen-instincts came to fruition.

The stewardess came over the intercom to explain the difficulties. It seemed her heart rate increased, and her brown eyes turned to her companion, half to make sure he had tightened his belt, and half to say, "Do you think they'd let us break that no phones rule? You know, for last request." It was, perhaps more serious than Garcia would have liked. She would like to send a call toward the offices, to quickly say goodbye to everybody back at Quantico.

It seemed by refusing the flight, they had been the lucky ones.

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Kara, naturally was beginning to grow anxious. Panic had settled in immediately, and she began to take deep, and calming breaths to try and counter her hammering heart. She knew planes were a bad idea. She just knew it. The turbulence seemed to grow worse, and instantly the brunette gasped in fear. Her hands were gripping the seat, as if she could keep herself in the air by doing it.

She let her eyes flash around the cabin of the plane. She wasn't overreacting, was she? She listened horrified to the stewardess as she began to try and quell the nerves of everyone in the plane. Surely, it was worse than she was letting on. If all of the passengers went completely crazy, nothing in the world could keep them calm enough to save anybody. It was a valiant effort, truly. But it wasn't working with Kara.

She closed her eyes once more, feeling the sting of tears in her eyes. What was she to do? Kara began to pray. For the plane to stay in the air, for this to all be just a bad dream. If it was to crash; not in the ocean. They would never be found in the ocean. She sobbed quietly at the very thought of plummeting into the ocean. Normally quite collected, Kara felt as if she was being rather childish.

Certainly the man beside her thought so, the way he gruffly seemed nudge her to quiet her. She tried to regain control. What in the hell was going on? Was there something wrong with the computers? The engines? So many things were racing through her head, and for a moment she wished she was not traveling alone. Though, that thought left her immediately. She wouldn't want anybody to suffer this with her. If the plane was truly going down; perhaps she was being too conclusive at the moment.

[Kate Saunders]

Kate heard Matthew shouted at her to put on her seat belt, which normally would have made her made. Sure Krys needed to be told what to do, but she could take care of herself. There was no room in her mind, though, to care that he was being an over protective mothers. Instead she pulled the seat belt on tighter, nearly to the point that she couldn't breathe. Still holding her eyes closed. She was so wrapped up in her thoughts, she didn't even notice Matt calling to the whole plane to buckle up. If someone didn't know what was going on then they had to be stupid.

Suddenly Kate thought of something. In all the shaking stuff could fall out of her pocket. And what if it did. If the crashed it wouldn't be that much of a problem, unless she survived and needed a fix and couldn't find it. If they didn't crash then it was going to be a major problem. Not that she would be the first one they thought of, but she knew some how it would be traced back to her. In that case Kate trust her hands into her her pockets and made sure that the drugs and stuff were under their protective flaps, and unmoved. Amazingly, they were. She knew that with all the shaking she would dislodged them, so she grabbed the arm rests again. All of which was done with her eyes still closed.

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Reid Quickly pulled his seat belt on and tightened it as far as he could. Then he looked at Garcia who now looked panicked, for one of the first times in her life. The thought of the cold collected women being scared only made things worse. At Garcia's worried joke Reid let out a soft panicked laugh. But other then that he was unable to muse himself to talk. Instead he suddenly wished that Morgan was there so he could take care of Garcia, and make sure the both of them were okay. It was almost like a kid wanting his mom.

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In the next second the jolting got much worse, throwing the luggage from the over head compartments open. Then a loud beeping erupted through the plane and the gas masks feel down. Everyone in the plane was in panic now, knowing that the plane was going down now. One by one they pulled the masks on and waited for the worst of it to be over. A couple of seconds after the plane jolted one last hard time, before the every back, the tail, of the aircraft broke off. It only took seconds for the air to rush it pulling at everyone. No more then a few seconds later the plane crashed into the ground, sending the rest of the plane shattering into a million pieces as if it were a glass dropped on the pavement.

((ooc: So the third area of this post is in no ones point of view or anything. But you are welcome to play out the crash with your characters, I know I will on my next post. This was just the best way I could think about doing this post so everyone knews whats going on. Oh and sorry it is a little Losty and all with the crash, but I've never seen any other plane crash so I don't know how else it would really go down... ))

[Matthew Grimaldi]

Krys felt her brown eyes dart back and forth amidst all of the commotion on the shaking plane. Krys worked on dangerous situations all of the time, it was in her job description as a data analyst for the Bureau but she had never been in the middle of the action, crammed into a situation where her life was at risk let alone one that involved a plane that seemed about ready to crash.

Another rough jolt and people's luggage was beginning to rain down on the aisle below. Krys could only watch with eyes equivalent to a deer in headlights, it was like she was stuck in some sort of movie. But this wasn't a movie, this was real life. Part way down the aisle she watched a man fall onto his side in a struggle to get to his seat. Finally he managed to get there but the plane gave another jolt and more luggage began to fall.

A big grey suitcase nearly hit Krys but Matthew managed to reach out his arm and pushed it aside with a grunt. Her worried brown eyes darted toward Matthew, locking on his for a moment. "I am NEVER going with you guys anywhere EVER again." She declared in a loud voice, though breathless before her eyes darted back as the plane gave another jolt and things became louder and louder.

The cherry ontop was the gas masks falling down. Krys' face darted forward and she looked to the dangling clear masks with widened eyes before sucking in her cheeks. Turning her head slowly toward Matthew she glared. "NEVER... AGAIN..."

Matthew was tuning out Krys' reactions because, in reality, he couldn't hear anything. For some reason with the highpitched whirring that was now taking place he couldn't hear anything. Everything around him seemed to happen in slow motion. But no, this couldn't be it, he couldn't allow it to be.

Reaching out he grabbed Krys' gas mask and handed it to her so she could put it on before turning his attention onto Kate across the aisle who seemed to have her eyes closed. "Kate!" Nothing, with all of the noise she probably couldn't hear him. "Kate!!" Nothing again. One more attempt. "KATE!!" And he then pointed to the gas mask before turning his attention on his own and shoving it on.

Now the sound was deafening and Matt felt himself yanked back into his seat to the point of actual pain. He had been faced with death daily, but even then it was by a person, not a force of God. And currently he just couldn't think. They say life flashes before your eyes as you die, that couldn't be true because right now there was just blankness. Unless... He wasn't going to die. Now that made more sense.

On instinct, and out of worry that never seemed to cease when it came to his teammates he looked toward Kate for a split second and then over to Krys. His dark eyes widened slightly when he discovered the young woman's cheek was bleeding. How he had missed that in a matter of seconds?

He fought against the forces of gravity as he struggled to lift his hand and sleeve to press against it but another jerk sent the both of them back into their seats. Once this happened, soon they were yanked forward, the only thing holding them in place was their seatbelts.

Krys felt the warmth against her cheeks, even with the wind. She did her best to try and push herself back but with no luck. This was exactly why she liked her lair. It was safe. True she had often wished for adventure but nothing like this! This wasn't what she wanted! Not at all.

It was then that the plane crashed into the ground, she could hear some screams, something shattering, but she couldn't make a sound. And yet, she couldn't close her eyes either, she could only stare until, after an excruitiatingly lone time the plane finally came to a still and she released the breath that she had been holding the entire time.

[Penelope Garcia]

Garcia could hardly breathe; the jerking of the plane was horrendous, and her nerves were keeping her completely on edge. The heavy jostling of the plane shook loose her glasses, and instantly the cat-eyed lenses fell onto the floor. But Garcia was too tense and scared to care where they went, or indeed what happened to them. If she lived, she’d worry about it then. If she didn’t…well, it wouldn’t make much of a difference. She was a bit breathless, and the people of the plane were beginning to cry out and panic; above all of them, though, was the sound of the children crying. There was very few, really, on the plane. Still…it was their voices Garcia was hearing.

“Dammit, Reid, aren’t they supposed to evacuate the plane?” It was barely a hiss, and above the rattle of the 747, and the passengers, it was a wonder it could be heard at all.

The entire plane lurched, and a sickening moan resounded from the back of the plane. What the hell is that? Garcia asked herself, craning her neck to see. She wasn’t entirely sure if she wished to know what it was, in truth. It was obviously not good. The entire plane shook, and the roar of rushing wind was enough to muffle everything else. Though instantly people’s cries became horrified screams.

In direct response to the pressure change, everybody’s luggage began to get pulled out of the overhead compartments, and the masks were triggered to drop. “Hell of a vacation,” she muttered harshly as the blonde reached for the masks and put hers on, before looking to Reid to make sure he could do the same.

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Kara was one of the people who had cried out as the plane’s tail detached from the rest of the structure, and the jolt was enough to send her against the side of the plane. Perhaps it was a blessing in disguise; instantly things began to feel far off and dreamy; as if it weren’t really happening.

The rain of luggage began, and a few smaller pieces found themselves at her feet as they bounced from passenger to passenger in the tumultuous trip to the ground.

She wanted to scream; but everything seemed so far away. She couldn’t get the sound to pass her lips. Amid the screams of other passengers, the roaring of a plane descending, all she could muster was a simple whisper. “The plane,” was what she managed to say. Though, her head was hurting something horrible, and it was, perhaps, not particularly what she was intending to say. She wished to apologize, and explain to her family why she was not going to show at the Hawaiian Star Ball. As if to solidify her non-attendance, her dress whipped right out the back of the plane.

She seemed dazed, and there was a bruise forming on the side of her face from where she had bashed her head against the window. So, when the plane dropped the masks, she did not reach for them at all. Luckily, that passenger she had been so resentful of reached to help her slip it on.

The impact was extreme. Surely, nothing about it was “safe”, and it would be a miracle if all survived in tact. The metal groaned against itself, ripping apart from the speed and altitude it had plummeted, crumpling in other parts.

Garcia pictured her parents; the horrible car accident that had taken them from her. I may finally be following. Had this been what it had felt like? To know you were going to die in the matter of seconds?

Kara’s seat seemed to lurch forward, as the metal bent in behind her, trapping her in her seat. She whimpered slightly, but through the fog of her mind that was all she could muster. Her hands did not even attempt to grip herself in place. It was a wonder, perhaps, that she was not unconscious yet.

The plane came to a stop, and instantly the roar of wind, and metal and screams seemed to mute. Were they all dead? Garcia forced her eyes to open. "Reid? Reid!" She called, more than anything wanting him to answer. "You okay?"

[Dr. Spencer Reid]

Kate kept her eyes tightly shut, hoping that it she didn't see it then it wasn't happened. Through all her pain and sadness he never really wanted to die. That was probably why she was not dead yet. Sure she hated life and was ready for it to be over, but if anything she wanted to die in the line of duty, doing something good for once, not on a darn plane. Her family had been killed when the twin towers fell, there was nothing more heroic than that. She couldn't die in a plane crash, unless that plane was crashing into some important building. She wasn't ready to die, not just yet. Then again death would be a relief. She would finally be able to see her mother and father, and sisters. She missed them all so much. They say that death gets easier as time goes on, but from where Kate was standing it only got harder.

Kate wasn't even paying attention when the luggage started to rain down on them. She didn't hear anything, or feel anything. It was like she wasn't even there. When the gas masks came down she didn't reach for one, she wasn't even aware she needed to. She didn't even hear the frantic yells of Matt. She didn't care to. She just sat there eyes closed. It wasn't until the plane hit the ground that she knew what was going on. She was thrown from her seat, some how coming free from her seat belt. She only opened her eyes when she felt the ground under her. It was soft, like sand. But she couldn't see what was going on. Her vision was blurry and her head hurt. Nothing seemed really. It was all like a bad dream. A nightmare. That's what this was a nightmare. Kate closed her eyes again willed the pain to go away. Willing herself to wake up and everything to be okay.

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Reid could hear Garcia speak, but he didn't respond. There was no energy left in his body to talk right then. He was actually surprised the she was even talking. He couldn't imagine getting any words out in such a situation. That's when the bags started falling around him. Reid was about to cover his head when one of them hit him. He felt the blood run down the side of his face, but it didn't hurt yet. Nothing seemed really. Everything started to go in slow motion.

When the masks feel down Reid quickly grabbed his and pulled it on. Even after the tie was around his head he held the mask, afraid that if he let go it would fly out of his hands. He knew in the next second the tail of the plane was gone. He didn't need to look back to knew that that was what the sound was. He could feel the air pulling on him. Knew that he could very well be sucked out into the open air. Carefully he looked over at Garcia, to make sure she had put on her mask and was in fact still sitting next to him. A wave a relief came over him when he saw she was there and seemingly okay. Again she seemed like she was saying something, but the hissing sound of the wind was so loud he didn't know what.

In the next instant the plane hit the ground. Reid let out a small yelp as the sound of rock hitting metal encased him. Life seemed to stop then. There was no sound, nothing. It lasted for several second before Reid came back to it. Screams filled the air. Reid leaned over and throw up before he was truly came back around. Looking around he saw the disaster the crash had caused. The next second Garcia was calling his name. It took a few moments for him to collected himself enough to answer. "Yeah... yeah I'm fine... You?" He said though he could feel the blood running down the side of his head. At the moment he wasn't to sure he was fine or not. He looked at his co-worker glad to see she was alive. Glad to know he was alive.

[Matthew Grimaldi]

Krys' eyes had remarkably been open for most of the disaster. It was like when you drove past a car accident on the side of the highway, you just had to be that jerk and slow down and look. But her eyes closed once they made impact right until the plane finally slowed and haulted after the collision.

She could feel the soft padding of her chair behind her head which was now tilted to the side toward the aisle. Her ears were ringing but she did nothing to stop it, and it wasn't like she could do anything anyways. Slowly, she opened her eyes. Everything was blurry at first, not yet focused, like a crappy camera. She shut her eyelids once then reopened them, this time to a clear-er (though not necessarily 'better' picture).

Papers floated back and forth, hovering in the air, the aftermath. Luggage, what was left of it, was scattered down the aisle. Upon glancing further down the area she saw the tail of the plane was missing because light was shining through. She could also hear the sounds of the surrounding environment. Birds twittering, the distant sound of water but she had no idea what source. Where were they?

Momentarily closing her eyes again as if she was going to fall asleep she jerked back awake and turned right to Matthew (they were friends afterall). He looked after her constantly, he looked after everyone really, she had to do the same for him. The sight she greeted was not one she was exactly prepared for. Matthew was in his seat but his eyes were closed and his head lulled to one side, as if asleep. He had a bruise on his forehead, apparently he had been knocked with something and he didn't appear to be moving.

"Ma-" She couldn't find her voice and the one sound as is was hoarse. She went to stand but her buckled seatbelt and shakey legs yanked her right back down. Her arms trembling she struggled with the metal clasp for a few, dragging moments before finally managing to undo herself. She moved up on her knees and immediately began to shake her coworker. She wasn't a nurse afterall so she had no idea what was wrong, if anything, or how to treat it.

"Matt." Finally she had found her voice though still quiet it didn't lack urgency. "Matt. Wake up." She could feel her heart race and she felt like she might go into full on shock if he didn't wake up. "Matthew Grimaldi wake up right now!" She ordered knowing what a childish thing it was to do, but apparently.. It worked.

With a soft exhaling breath mixed in with a long moan he lulled his head further to the right before his eyes slowly opened. He could see a face, blurry at first, but he knew exactly who it was. There was no mistaking that voice nor the fact that someone was bossing him around, and it certainly wasn't Kate.

"Hey there." He murmured quietly, swallowing the words as he shifted some in his seat and let out a groan and cringed. God his back was killing him from the force of impact. But no time for that now, reaching toward the metal clasp he found that Krys had already undone his buckle. Doing his best he attempted to sit up as his vision now fully cleared.

"You alright there kiddo?" He questioned with no concern to his own well being as his head leaned to one side and he attempted to reach out to get a better look at her face (which he had noticed had a cut on her cheek). His hand moved to the side of her face but she immediately withdrew back.

"Fine." She said quickly, pulling back. Why did he always insist on looking after everyone else and not himself? Sometimes she just wanted to punch the oaf right in the mouth. "I'm alright. What about you?'

"Never better." He chuckled softly before cringing slightly again, moving in his seat it was then that he turned his head to check on Kate, but she wasn't there. His eyes widened slightly and he immediately felt posessed by panic. "Where's Kate?" He knew it was a stupid question but sometimes his emotions and worry over his team members got the best of him.

Krys meanwhile had looked over her shoulder where Kate once had been only to be greeted by emptiness and of course her ears still ringing. The look on Krys' face when she finally looked back spoke volumes and soon Matthew was on his feet moving through the debris in the aisle toward the front so that he could look for her. Krys scrambling just behind him like an obediant dog.

"Kate!" He called out, hoping to god for a response, kicking some garbage aside. "Kate! Kate!" His eyes darted around just in time to be met with a face he didn't expect. The young woman from the other night who he met at the bar trapped in her seat, appearing near tears. Matthew wanted to find Kate badly but he couldn't just leave a poor woman stuck and stranded. No, his heart of a bear wouldn't let him and so, for now, his attention went here.

Moving to kneel down, with another hiss of pain he was now before the young woman, Krys right behind him. "Hey there. Remember me?' His voice was measured, soft, gentle, as if he had coached someone through a thousand times (and on a few occasions he had). "Matt." He added, as though that would help, but really he was just trying to calm her down (if she needed it) and size up the situation. "Behind me is Krys. We're going to try and help you alright?"

Pushing himself back onto his feet he looked for some kind of makeshift tool. He began to reach up into the compartments as best he could, cringing every time as he blindly felt about. Nothing.

Krys however had more luck. She stepped along the aisle carefully until she found a piece of metal bar portruding from a rolling suitcase (it was what used to be the handle that you pulled it by). Leaning forward she gave a few hard yanks and finally freed it, falling back a few steps from the force into another chair.

It was during her little struggle that Matthew had turned back, only meaning to do so for a moment when he saw the back of her right shoulder. Soaked with blood, right through the nice button up shirt and shirt underneath it (no easy task). His instinct wanted to run over and tend to her but he didn't allow himself. The adrenalin was feeding her now and right now she had no idea, best leave it that way until they free the other familiar face.

He took the metal bar and stepped back toward Kara, kneeling back down so she could see his face which looked sweaty and dirty, but kind. "I'm going to try and push the chair back some alright?"

[Penelope Garcia]

The second she had heard Reid’s voice, the woman calmed. And it was then, and only then, she had realized just how much of a sorry state she was in. Her entire body ached, as if she had been hit by a truck. She mused cynically that it was probably far worse than a truck could ever do. She could barely see, though she imagined that was simply because her glasses were gone.

She was not outwardly bleeding, or at least not to her knowledge. She felt rather whole, and that was extremely comforting. Still, she groaned in response to Reid’s inquiry. “Dandy. I am just dandy.” She muttered, attempting to right herself. Immediately she moved to lose the mask she wore, as well as undo her seatbelt. Guess they really did save lives. She tried to get to her feet, though for a moment the woman was quite uncoordinated, and ended up draped over the seat in front of her.

It was then, the startling red on Spencer’s head had become visible. “You’re bleeding.” She exclaimed, a bit horrified. She turned to him, then and gingerly tilted his head to get a better look. It was blurry, for her eyes seemed unfocused and a bit cloudy. Still, it didn’t look too serious. Of course, she had failed to get into medical school. She frowned lightly, and then asked again, “Are you sure you’re okay?”

Reid was a bit stubborn. But, so was Penelope. So, she persisted with her question anyway, even if she had done a bit of profiling herself to know he was not going to answer with anything differently. Or, at least that was how she had read him. “Where the hell are we?” She murmured to herself, the realization that there was no water rushing into the cabin finally hitting her. Must have landed on some island. Had they been close to Hawaii? And what had caused this crash to begin with. Oh, she would send one nasty e-mail when she got home.

A man rushed passed the blonde, then, and it caused her to raise her gaze to him quickly. Everybody seemed to have taken a horrible hit. And, it appeared that one of the girls was stuck in her seat. The man that had been sitting next to her had managed to wriggle out just fine, though he was at a loss as to what to do about her.

Garcia couldn’t get a good look at the situation. Half because her glasses had been lost. Half because the girl’s curly hair curtained her face. She must have been terrified, the woman concluded. It was the only logical feeling.

Kara moaned slightly, still fighting the impact to her head to stay conscious. She was not bleeding, and that was a good sign. Or, at least not from her head. She felt as if her legs had been nicked by something through her jeans. But if that was most of it, she was doing well.

Of course, had she been in a proper mind, the young woman never would have disregarded the blow to her head. Those were dangerous---and it was certain she had some sort of concussion. But she couldn’t even focus long enough to really understand. She tried to get up, and stand to move. But she couldn’t. Panic seized her immediately.

She fumbled with her seatbelt, anxious to get it off. That had to have been what it was. It fell limply out of her lap and again the woman tried to move. Nothing. Her legs were pinned to the chair in front of her.

“Woah, woah, steady there.” The man said, in a vain attempt to still the woman’s panicked sobs. But he clearly wasn’t helping much.

”Hey there. Remember me?”

Kara turned to face the man. He looked vaguely familiar. But then again, she couldn’t quite calm herself enough to know for sure. “The plane. I’m stuck,” she garbled quickly, trying once more to escape from the seats.

"Behind me is Krys. We're going to try and help you alright?"

The brunette sobbed once more, choking out a few repeated words. “Help me. Please, help me!” She just wanted to get off the plane. Did they explode? “Please,” she whispered faintly. He had told her he was going to try and push the chair back, to which she just nodded emphatically; though, she immediately regretted it as a new wave of pain passed through her neck to her head. So, she sat back to simply let him work.