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Post by Kate Saunders on Jun 22, 2009 9:56:47 GMT -5
Once Reid knew Garcia was okay, well at least okay enough to say that she was okay, he felt better. At that point he started to look around at the wreckage. The front of the plane was still in tack, but the back was not. Some of the ruff and walls had been shrattered to pieces, though, and baggage and all sorts of junk littered the aisle. There were a good half dozen people in the plane that moment, not sure what to do. Some of them had been knocked out, some where dead, and others were trying to help. Reid knew that there must be a good portion of others out side the plane.
Looked at Garcia again he saw that she didn't have her glasses. "I'm fine. I'll be right back." He knew she was going to need those to see, so, even though it wasn't a dire need, he decided to look for them. However he would stop and help if anyone needed. Quickly he moved forward turning bags over. Ever movement hurt. His head was pounding and he found that he couldn't think straight. His leg also hurt, but he was afraid to look at, he didn't want to know what he happened to him. It was hard trying to find the small red frames. Were they red? Reid couldn't seem to remember. He knew he would know them when he saw them. He a man that was defiantly dead and he wanted to throw up again. Not that it was the sight of death, no he was used to that, it was the thought how how many other people had died in the crash. After all the tail had fallen off, and though they were on land he was sure the tail had fallen in the ocean, meaning they were either already dead, or would be soon.
Seeing a man trying to wake a women Reid quickly said, "Can you carry her?" Reid asked the man only nodded, obviously not sure if he could. "Then get her out side." Reid knew that they all had to get out of the plane, it was a metal death trap now. If there was something wrong with the engines then they could still blow up, taking them all with them. As the man limped out of the metal tube Reid looked out to see a young women on the ground, blood surrounding her. Another women was leaning over her, calling for some one to help them.
Reid looked back at Garcia and the young women still stuck between the chairs. He was so out of it that he didn't even notice that one of the people trying to help her was Krys and that he actually knew Kara. Instead he looked back to Garcia and called to her. "Garcia, I think I need your help." She had wanted to become a doctor anyway, he was sure she knew something about the practice, even if she hadn't followed through with her dream.
Before Garcia could answer Reid ran out of the plane, ignoring the now shotting pain. He knelt down next to Kate who was still out cold. "Hello? Can you hear me?" He asked softly feeling for her pulse. She had one but it was very slow. 'Crap Crap Crap!' Reid thought looking around trying to think what to do. He wasn't sure if he should give her CPR in this situation or not. Some one had to be a doctor on that joy ride!
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Kate wasn't fully there. She was in the darkness, away from pain and suffering. She was at peace. But though her body was her mind wasn't. True her mind wasn't working all that well at the moment. Every thought came to her in a fuzzy blur that she could barely comprehend. But she did have active thought. What she was think about was the plane crash. She knew how bad it was to put her in a state like this, for she knew she was either dead or close to it. That meant other people had died. Who knows how many? It hurt to think of all the lives that would be changed. All the grieving family when the learned their son or daughter or husband or wife or friend was dead. She didn't matter, she didn't have anyone to grieve her, and that's the way she liked it. If she had been thinking straight she would have realized that Matt and Krys and her other partners would miss her. They had known her for long enough to be sad if she died. No matter how hard she tried if she made any human contact she would be missed.
"Help! Help me!' she heard being called. Was it her voice, Kate didn't think so. She would know if it was her voice, wouldn't she. The next moment there was a mans voice asking if she could hear him. She wanted to groan and tell him no, but she couldn't get her mouth to work. Actually she couldn't get any part of her body to work, not even her eyes. Fear struck her for a second. The next moment her thoughts were a bit clearer. She knew that the Heroin she had recently mixed with the crash and any injury she had sustained was causing her to be in a simi-coma state.She knew this was her fault, but all she could think about was that the people trying to help didn't figure out what she had just realized.
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Post by Matthew Grimaldi on Jun 22, 2009 12:00:24 GMT -5
“Please,” she whispered faintly.
"Alright hun, that's exactly what I'm going to do." He coaxed her quietly, a bit of his southern accent escaping (as it did from time to time). His head was bowed slightly forward so that he could see her eyes, at least build some sort of connection with her and maybe some comfort, but he doubted little, if any, was provided. "You'll be out in no time. Lickety split." He promised with a gentle smile on his rugged features before he forced himself to stand (despite the pain in his back) and wedged himself behind the chair.
Weilding the metal 'pipe' he stuck it between the two chairs where the poor girl was wedged, careful not to touch her in the process but of course slipups could happen. Looking up briskly he pointed, all business now. "Robin. You push the lower one while I pry, once you have even a little room, start to pull her out." He didn't even wait for a response on her part. Though Krys was a firecracker she was obediant, especially in times like these.
Sticking the metal pipe in, carefully manuevering he gave a count off. "1....2....3...." And with that he began to push down, cringing as he felt the splitting pain in his back, but luckily the adrenalin was enough to push him through. It also didn't hurt that some of the surviving passengers who could were also assisting in either pushing on the chair themselves or helping Matthew push on the pipe.
In the process of pushing with all of her might Krys glanced toward the ground and caught a glimmer of red by her feet. It stuck out amongst the grey dullness and debris against the floor. Taking a second she bent down and picked the pair of glasses right up, pocketing them. She had no idea what possessed her to do so, but she returned immediately to the pushing of the chair and worry about the logistics later.
"Almost there!" Matt managed to force out, putting all of his weight on the bar now with the other helpful passengers as the chairs slowly began to part. "Now Robin!" He cried out and Krys, horribly scared that she might mess up, along with a few other passengers began to pull the poor young woman out.
Every time the woman cried out or whimpered Krys cringed, she hated, even inadvertantly, causing others pain. Meanwhile Matthew quickly, or what he tried to make as quickly, shoved the metal bar in place holding the chairs as spaced out as he could manage. Once the young woman was out, he crawled over the seats and into the aisle. Breathless but still trying to maintain some form of control.
"Now aren't you glad you know a fella who can't dance?" He offered tiredly to Kara, his attempt at a joke but it was shortlived when he saw people evacuating the plane. Yeah, that was probably a good idea. Hands on his hips he tried to get his breathing under control as he pointed. "Get her outside. Get everyone outside." He told the two passengers who were currently holding Kara up, and they seemed to understand.
As they moved to leave Matthew began to step in the other direction so to search the plane for Kate. "Kate? Kate?!" Krys threatened to follow and despite his backpain he whirled around to face her. "No! You go with them! Now Robin!" He did his best to growl at her, but everything was so chaotic he couldn't even manage that.
"No!" Krys was defiant. Her shoulders heaving up and down with every heavy breath, she still couldn't feel the bloody mess on her right one, and currently that was probably for the best. God, were her ears ever ringing. "I'm going with you to find Kate!"
"NO!" Now this had silenced her both because it was loud and bellowy, and he had stepped right up to her, dwarfing her small frame. He felt the presence of the necklace with the guitar pick on it against his chest more than ever. Though he never took it off on some occasions he realized it more than others.
"Go." His voice was a bit softer this time, not that Krys could even tell and Matthew felt a little twinge of guilt as she turned herself around and climbed through debris just to exit the plane. No, can't worry about that now. Turning back around her climbed through debris in the opposite direction.
"Kate?! Kate?!" He knew he sounded like a broken record, all the while shoving aside debris or even bodies. He couldn't worry about paying his respects now, not if the price was losing a teammate. It was during a split second glancing out of the airliner's window that he saw her sprawled out in the sand. His eyes widened. It was Kate. Scrambling, he made his way through the mess and nearly fell out of the plane into the sand.
Sand? Where the hell were they? No, can't think on that now either. Pushing himself to his feet he raced as fast as he could toward the small crowd before landing right on his hands and knees beside his partner's face. He wasn't a doctor. His only knowledge in the area was tying off wounds, makeshift stitches, and CPR. Nothing that would really help this situation and so all he could do was offer his voice. "Kate?"
Krys meanwhile had stumbled out of the opposite side of the plane and therefore was on the other side of the group (a giant plane providing a wall between them). She had landed on her knees in the warm sand, her frantic breathing overtaking her when she realized something.
"Oh god.. My laptop." She knew it was petty and ridiculous of her but that was her world. That was all she had, in her mind. That messenger bag and everything in it was her life. She moved to stand but instantly winced when she felt a sudden pain in her right shoulder. Had someone knocked into her? She had no idea nor did she notice the blood on her back.
And so, she forced herself to her feet again as she stumbled across the sand looking for a familiar face or her messenger bag.
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Post by Penelope Garcia on Jun 22, 2009 19:06:15 GMT -5
Garcia turned to look at Reid’s figure as he assured her he was fine and stood to move away. “Where are you going?” She called, as she struggled to begin her exit of the plane. She could see his lean figure bent over, examining the wreckage, and beginning to move away. Was he looking for something? “Reid?” She asked softly. Was he looking for his lecture notes? Or his notebook for the conference? He could very well forget those. They needed to get off the plane.
Over a little ways, she could see forms working with the chairs. That poor woman was still wedged, then. She stumbled a bit down the plane, tripping over a bit of lost luggage. Damn, she needed her glasses! "Garcia, I think I need your help." “On it,” she called in her normal manner. It was quite often she was asked for help. Normally it involved a computer and keyboard, and boundless data held by the government just waiting for her to find them.
This, though, was different. She was never actualized as a doctor. All she knew about those kind of things came from the very miniscule amount of TV she happened to watch. When she got the chance. And without her glasses! Still she made a move to help a fallen lady. Glistening red covered the horrendous plane carpet, and both of the women were crying. “Help her.” The woman was saying and pleading with Penelope. “Please, it’s my daughter!” The elder woman pleaded.
“Okay, ma’am. I am going to do my best. Why don’t you get off the plane,” Garcia cooed kindly, getting to her knees.
“I am not leaving her,” the woman said pointedly kneeling with Garcia.
“What happened?” The blood seemed to be concentrated around the young woman’s waist. But things were so out of focused, she couldn’t rightly tell.
“The chair; I think it bent into her side…now it just won’t stop.” The older woman wailed.
“Alright. Alright.” Garcia began to murmur as her mind began to work. Her brown eyes flashed around the area. “See that?” She motioned to a pile of cloth. It looked like a pair of pants. “Get it for me, hm?” She planned on making a make-shift bandage for the girl until they could get her off the plane. Someone had to have more medical experience than her. It was unorganized, and was not as neat as she would have liked. “Get her off the plane.” Garcia muttered. Instantly both mother and daughter began to move away. Garcia followed shortly behind, spotting the genius kneeling over a woman who seemed close to death. She shuffled over, finally kneeling down next to Reid.
“How is she doing?”
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Kara nodded, still slightly blubbering from her nerves and fear. “Alright.” He was there to help her. An angel of sorts. The man and his friend, Krys was it?, they were Godsends. They were going to free her.
Still she had a hard time containing her cries. She knew, of course, that it would have been unnerving to listen to her whimpers. Still, she was being grazed, ever so lightly by the metal wedge Matt was using to pry her free. It seemed that lasted for ages, though it was simply her anxious longing to be free from the seats that had caused her to feel that way.
"Now Robin!"
She felt hands on her, pulling her up and out of the crumpled mess of chairs. She let out one more cry, as her leg twisted in a way that was not natural, and finally she was free. "Now aren't you glad you know a fella who can't dance?" Kara’s face simply looked horrified. Dancing. FBI. Her dreams. Right there, she seemed to realize that it was possible she would never dance again. That competition she was missing would have been the last she ever registered for. She said nothing outwardly, her mind was swimming. She was overreacting, was she not? Her legs would heal fine. They didn’t feel broken. She could stand well enough.
She was passed off to two people, and they were ordered to get her off the plane. She wanted to leave the wrecks behind. They nodded obediently and began to lug her out. It was warm outside; Kara relished in it for a moment before she felt sick from it. It was just too hot. Tropical weather was not something she could handle at the moment. At least it meant she was alive.
“Here you go, sweetie. Just lay down, huh?” One of the men said to her as he lowered her gently to the ground. Sand. “Don’t move, okay?” And she was left.
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Post by Dr. Spencer Reid on Jun 22, 2009 19:49:14 GMT -5
Reid looked down at the young lady, scared that she was going to die on him. he couldn;t let that happen. A second later a man came running out of the plane shouting Kate. When he knelt next to the girl Reid knew that he was a friend or family and her name was in fact Kate. "Kate?" Reid said in a low voice. "Kate, can you hear me?" She didn't respond. Quickly Reid realized that he had to figure out if she was hurt in any way. Looking over her body quickly he found several cuts and scratches, but nothing to bad. She would be sore, but she should live. That didn't explain why she wasn't waking up, though. Maybe it was from the air in the plane, though of course no one knew she hated worn her gas mask when they had fallen, or it could have been from being thrown from the plane. That was when Reid realized one place he had forgotten to look. Slowly he lifted her head, and didn't even need to look to know it was bleeding, for blood instantly covered his hand. Slowly he looked at the wound determining that it would be okay, if they could just get it to stop bleeding.
"I need something... I piece of cloth, to stop the bleeding." Reid ordered to no one in particular. "Sir, can you?" he asked Matt hoping he would take care of the head wound. He knew he was FBI, if anyone looked like an agent it was him, and had the same medical training he did. Knowing that some one, if not Matt, would get the cloth for him he checked her pulse again. It was still faint. She would go into respiratory arrest if her heart rate didn't pick it soon, Reid knew that for sure. He also realized her breathing was low and shallow. Finally making a decision he started to pump on her heart, hoping to keep it going. Some how they needed to raise her heart rate, but he didn't know how else to do that. If she did go into respiratory arrest he knew that they wouldn't be able to start her heart again out here. "Its okay... You'll be alright." he found himself saying in a low calm voice. He wasn't even sure if she could hear him or not.
Looking up at the man who had come next to them he asked. "Are you a friend?" With out waiting for an answer he asked. "Does she have any medical condition we should know about." At this point Garcia had arrived. He looked up at her with pleading eyes. He needed her, he wasn't going to let this girl slip away.
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Kate Found herself coming around a bit more. She could hear everything was was being said, yet she couldn't respond to it. The one thing she could have done with out was the pain. Her head hurt like there was no tomorrow and her whole body ached. She just wanted to die right there and then instead of endure the pain. That's when she heard Matt's voice. Her heart skipped a beat as she thought of her team mate. He sounded worried and hurt. Suddenly she realized why she couldn't die. With that she decided to fight. She had to hold on to life and help the man trying to bring her back as much as she could. It wasn't long before she started to feel someone beating on her chest. CPR, she thought. Slowly she tried to steady her breathing, but it hurt every time she took in air.
Slowly she started to come more around. And in a matter of moments she was able to move her hands a little. Knowing this she tried her voice. At first nothing came out, but with a few tried she was able to say, "Leave me alone." I was like she was tell her mom to let her sleep in.
Reid's eyes light up when Kate muttered the phrase, no matter what she had said. "There you go. That's it!" he looked up with a large smile, knowing that everything was going to be okay now. As long as she didn't loss to much blood, or get an infection or anything like that. Then again the should be rescued before any of that became a problem. By the end of the day they would be on their way home.
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Post by Matthew Grimaldi on Jun 22, 2009 20:13:48 GMT -5
Now back on her feet she tried her best to trudge through the sand which was a hard feat in converse sneakers and how drained she was currently feeling. Occasionally crossing a large piece of debris she would try to lift it or glance under it, looking for her messenger bag, all the while a high pitched sound going off in her ear so continuously that she was getting a splitting headache. The cut on her cheek was beginning to dry, the wet mess on her shoulder still unnoticed.
All alone and unable to hear anything other than the highpitched sound she felt horribly overwhelmed. This wasn't her place, back home in her lair was where she ought to be, not in this mess. God was it hot. Someone raced past her and pushed her out of the way and she fell back.
Blinking she gathered herself together and was on her feet again, continuing to move. Something was smoking, she could feel hot steam against her side so she continued to move. "Need to find.." She murmured under her breath going onto her hands and knees to peer under a seat that had been thrown from the plane upon impact. "Where is it?" By now she was at a point of disorientation as the adrenalin began to fade, hopefully it'd pass.
"I need something... I piece of cloth, to stop the bleeding."
"Right." Matt gave a quick nod before going up on his knees and removing his blazer that moments before, when they were in the air, Krys had been making fun off. With a grunt he ripped off one of the sleeves and began to press it against the back of Kate's skull, meanwhile someone assisted him with ripping the other sleeve and tying it around Kate's head (only after ripping it into smaller strips of course. Tying it off Matthew had done all he could really do, besides being there.
As the young man that Matthew didn't know began to pump his coworker's heart Matt peered down at her with dark eyes, inwardly hoping for the best. Still continuing to say her name in order to get some sort of response. "Come on Kate. Come on." He couldn't respond to Spencer's question because he honestly had no idea. Instead he gave the young man a brisk shrug and continued calling to his coworker all the while his back screaming for relief.
"Leave me alone."
Matt couldn't help it, at his coworker's own stubborness he chuckled, filled with relief, but a chuckle never the less. "Damn it Kate, you had me..." Worried? Was that the word? No. He had no idea what he was going to say so he didn't finish his sentence.
Instead he shook his head and rose up on his knees, giving both Garcia and Reid a relieved smile. "Way to go kid." He commended, reaching out to give Spencer's shoulder a light tap, shaking his head out of embarassment out of how worried he had been. It was after only a few seconds of calm that he glanced over his shoulder and his smiled faded. Someone was missing.
"Robin?" He called out, not loudly at first but more in reitteration of his thoughts. Damnit! She was supposed to come right out. He had told her to come right out! "Krys?!" Glancing back and forth an unfamiliar sense of worry overtook his face before he looked back down at Kate. He couldn't very well leave her alone. There was no right decision for this situation! So, having no clue what to do he went back down to monitor Kate again.
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Post by Penelope Garcia on Jun 22, 2009 21:04:13 GMT -5
Garcia looked over to Reid apologetically. The blonde was all out of skills that were useful, or ideas that could possibly help the ailing lady. Still the, events unfolded nicely enough. Reid was a quick worker; among other things. For a moment the tech was caught up in her wonder of the young man in general. He seemed to be learned in absolutely everything. Was there anything this young agent couldn't do? Well, aside from deal with the dark.
The girl roused well, from what she could see. Though, she did not really want the awakening, it seemed. The woman smiled wryly. "Good job," she murmured to her friend. He seemed a bit disoriented, and she placed a hand on his back. "Take it easy there, tiger. We need you alive." She said soothingly.
"Robin? Krys?!"
Krys Robin. She was there? Garcia's head snapped up, and her brown eyes attempted to focus on the surrounding area. That young woman she had run into in the coffee shop was on that plane? She must have been heading to the conference too. She was missing? Instantly the blonde raised to her feet. She looked down and muttered a quick, "Why don't you stay put, Reid. You took a hard knock to that precious head of yours." And with that, she moved off toward the plane. Her cute shoes were hardly a prime choice at the moment. They were slowing her down in the sand that blanketed the ground. There was no time for a half-blind analyst to struggle with her shoes now. So, they were kicked off.
With new vigor she took off, picking up Matt's calls for Krys. "Krys! Hey, Krys!" She felt horrible that she couldn't see better. She would be more efficient with sight. "Alright, sweetie. You know who this is right? Penelope Garcia? Hey...come on, Krys where are you?" She called frantically.
She had made it back toward the plane. She caught sight of a small woman's form. Was it Krys?
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Kara sat still on the sand for a moment. It seemed things were coming into focus then. The plane had crashed; her head and legs ached. There were more passengers than just her, though. And it was this realization that caused Kara to sit up and look around. There was a lot of damage, and through her still slightly muddled mind she was horrified. Instantly she began to try and stand. All she wanted to do was help. It was very shaky on her feet still, and for a moment her feet faltered in their steps.
But she fought to stay up, and pulled herself from her knees once more. She let herself listen then. There was the gentle sound of waves, a few twittering birds that seemed horribly out of place for the carnage. The sounds of the people talking, yelling, and moaning and hissing in pain were enough to make anything seem dark.
Kara was sitting alone and instantly she fought herself to her feet. There was a child crying somewhere. Her head swirled, and she went back to her knees. Someone else would have to take care of it. How were they going to get off of this...this...land? Island? Surely if an entire 747 went missing...it would cause them to look for them, right?
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Post by Kate Saunders on Jun 23, 2009 10:34:44 GMT -5
Reid was so taken aback by Kate waking up his head was swirling. He couldn't think straight for a long minute. He looked down at the young girl, who would have been quick pretty if she didn't have cuts along her face, or she was so pale. he barely believe she was alive. He stopped the CPR then and took her heart rate, it was still soft, but at least she was awake now. Her breathing was a little jagged, which worried Reid, that could mean something wrong with a rip, or she could have just had the wind knocked out of her. He was hoping for the second. "Okay... okay, we need to get you standing..." He muttered to Kate. She didn't look to happy about that and instead just opened her eyes a little.
Reid looked at Garcia, glad that she was there to cheer him on. He knew he should take it easy, but there were other passengers that needed help, and he was determined to help as many as he could. He didn't even have time to stand before Matt shouted. Krys Robin? Not Krys! She was Reid's most resent friend. They had had a very fun afternoon together, not but a few days before. he looked around frantically, wanted to find the young girl. But Garcia was already on it. Reid knew that Krys had meet Garcia before they had meet. he knew she would find her, but he wanted to help. Quickly he tried to get to his feet, at the same time telling Matt, "You need get Kate up and walking, get her heart going."
He had risen to fast, though, and found him head spinning and the next moment he was on the ground again. he closed his eyes for a few seconds, before his head stopped spinning. Then he looked around again, knowing that he wasn't going to be able to move very fast. That's when he saw Kara, and it all clicked together. She was the one that had been pinned between the seats. Getting up slower this time he walked over to the young lady. "Hey, Kara?" he asked seeing she looked pretty bad and more disoriented then he did. "Are you okay?" He looked at the large bruise on the side of her head and knew that she had to have a concussion. And though he didn't really know much about one in practice he knew that if she feel asleep she could fall into a coma. "I think you have a concussion." he said lightly, as to not scare her. "You need to keep walking...." He looked around a moment to make sure everyone that needed it was getting help, as always he would keep his ears open for a call of help.
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Kate slowly opened her eyes, and was blinded by light. It was so bright that it was almost dark. She could see nothing at first just light then she say a young man working on her. Was he a doctor, he kind of looked like one, a nerdy doctor, but that didn't matter much. Then she say Matt. He looked worried and sounded worried, but he never said he was worried. What did that mean? Had she been wrong about him? Did he really not care? It didn't matter much only it made her curse herself for fighting. When the doctor guy told Matt she had to be moving she looked at Matt harshly and said, "Don't even try to get me on my feet, Grimaldi!" She knew she had to, but she didn't want to, her head was swimming enough as it were.
Looking back a forth a few time she noticed a few others looking down at her, was she that interesting? The one person she didn't see was Krys. It only hit her then that Matt had just been calling her name. Why had she missed that? It didn't matter she wasn't going to tell anyone about it. What had that little nerd gotten herself into this time. Didn't she knew that it was a bad thing to walk around a crash alone?
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Post by Matthew Grimaldi on Jun 23, 2009 11:26:09 GMT -5
"You need get Kate up and walking, get her heart going."
"Whoah. Easy there kid." Matt warned in a soft voice that would have better suited a horse whisperer than himself. It wasn't like such habits and tones could be helped, he had been raised on a fark afterall, some of it was bound to leak out once in a while. But it seemed that this young man was stubborn, much like all of them, and soon he was on his feet heading in his own direction. Matthew meanwhile turned back to Kate, about to help her up.
"Don't even try to get me on my feet, Grimaldi!"
Matthew kept a cool head, used to this kind of treatment by now. "Who said anything about trying?" He quipped and with a grunt he was holding onto her and practically lifting her right to her feet. Kate could be a firecracker, she could be a fighter, but the bottom line was Matt was bigger and a little kitty cat couldn't take down a bear without a weapon. And this bear wasn't going to let anything happen to the cat.
"Start walking." It was an order but it was uttered in a soft murmur, his thoughts obviously preoccupied as he held Kate up. He knew the blonde woman had gone to look for Krys but that didn't soothe any worries that he had. How did she even know Krys? Was she a friend? Krys didn't have friends! Matt thought he was the only person that kid talked to. Eh.. Who was he kidding? She wasn't a kid, nearly twenty two, but he couldn't help but be protective of her (or Kate, or anyone regardless of age). And everyone knew it. Then again, he was also one of the few that knew about Krys' past. Not all of it, but little bits and pieces. He was also the one that arrested her initially, so he knew more than most.
"Get moving Kate." He brought himself out of his thoughts and practically grunted. His back was now beginning to strain and sting and it was taking all of his might to just not sit down and provide it with a little relief. There were other things he had to do first.
"Krys! Hey, Krys!"
Krys had been down on her hands and knees, digging through some sand that had been displaced during the crash underneath yet another airplane seat. The high pitched sound still crying in her ear, but it was a tad softer, and in the distance she could hear her name.
Momentarily she froze, just listening to, what seemed like, the very distant call. Before she returned to looking for her messenger bag like a little kid checking under the couch for pennies. She had to find it, she just HAD to. Everything she had ever cared about, everything she ever made, EVERYTHING was in that messenger bag. Please god don't let it be in a whale's belly in the ocean, please god don't let it spontaneously combust into flames.
"Alright, sweetie. You know who this is right? Penelope Garcia? Hey...come on, Krys where are you?"
Now the calls were closer and the words much clearer. "Penelope?" She blinked and poked her head out from the other end of the flipped plane seat. Yep, that was Penelope alright, though something appeared different about her but in her rushed/worried state Krys couldn't put her finger on it.
Scrambling out from under the seat she stood up and hurried toward the woman as best she could, nearly falling in the sand several times. She couldn't seem to find her legs it seemed and her face appeared slightly drained of color. Finally she made it in front of the woman, breathless and clearly disoriented.
"My... My bag.." She exhaled and soon her voice turned to worried whimpers. "I can't find my bag." She glanced over her shoulder before looking back to her fellow data analyst. "I can't find it."
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Post by Penelope Garcia on Jun 23, 2009 11:58:31 GMT -5
It seemed the figure of a woman that Garcia had seen was in fact the sprightly young Krys Robin. Instantly, she felt relief in her chest. So, she hadn’t gotten killed in the accident. “There you are, you have a few people worried.” She cooed softly. It seemed the woman didn’t pay Penelope’s words any mind, though she did turn and register that she was in fact there.
Strangely enough, the girl stood and rocketed towards her. It seemed she was desperately searching for something. It surely reflected in her eyes. Krys, though was still very unsteady upon her feet, and Garcia moved to meet her halfway and help keep her standing. Had she been traveling with someone else? A friend, perhaps, that she had yet to find? The very thought made Garcia’s stomach feel ten thousand times heavier. "My... My bag.." Those words sent both relief and pity through her system. Relief that it was not in fact a human that Krys was looking for; pity that she was so worked up over a computer. Still, the analyst could understand.
“Your bag?” She repeated, though it sounded ridiculous. She offered a small smile, “Hunny, I am Penelope Garcia. If anyone is going to make sure your computer is fine, it will be me.” It was overly confident, and in the seconds following her utterance, Garcia felt a flicker of guilt pass through her. Was she promising something that she couldn’t follow through on?
She shook it quickly. Eventually, Krys would come to her senses and realize that she still had her life, which was a blessing itself. “What does it look like?” She thought back to the day at the coffee shop. She remembered distinctly what the laptop itself had looked like. Covered in stickers of all sorts. Good model. Still, she could not quite recall the bag the young woman had stuffed it into.
Still, though, Garcia’s eyes looked around the area. “Was it in the overhead compartment?” She asked. If it was, perhaps she could track it down based off of how far it could have gone. Geeze, she was beginning to think like a profiler! Not that one could profile a piece of hardware at all. It still made her feel as if she could be useful. Her own laptop was probably gone. Luckily, Penelope took care to backup everything, and the backups were safe in her apartment.
She kinda wished she was with them.
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Kara once more had tried to raise herself to her feet, with a small grunt of determinedness. Once more, she failed to keep her footing for long. How terribly aggravating! All of these people needed help. She wanted to be able to do just that; it was what drove her. It was what had dictated the career she was pursuing. All of these people were victims.
Still, such thoughts and drive could not counteract her own physical state. Kara made a small sound of annoyance and had almost gone to try again, when a tall figure approaching her had distracted her. He looked familiar. "Hey, Kara?" Well, he knew her name. Surely she must know him. The brunette looked up at him a bit dazed before she realized who he was. “Dr. Reid?” Of all the places.
"Are you okay?"
“I am fine,” Kara replied, perhaps too quickly. He would be able to understand the importance of helping the others around them. He would know what to do, wouldn’t he? She opened her mouth to speak again, but it seemed that Spencer was going to speak first.
“I think you have a concussion." Kara stared blankly at him for a moment. She had hit her head something awful. Lightly she brought a hand up to touch her damaged skin. It certainly hurt. No doubt there was a bruise. “It will be fine.” Kara finally answered, though Reid countered with telling her she should get up and walk around.
It was then she noticed his own wound. “You’re bleeding.” She observed, and frowned critically. Perhaps the reason he had come to her was because she could not move to help others. She could help him. She reached up and delicately moved his hair out of the way so she could get a better look. It looked like it had slowed; blood wasn’t gushing. It didn’t look too terrible. But that could be her own injury swaying her sight. She dropped her hand and once more tried to stand. She could hear Reid telling her that not everybody was cut out to be a profiler. That some people couldn’t handle it.
If she couldn’t handle the plane crash, how was she going to handle serial killers? With a new determination, she managed to find her legs and stand, though a bit shaky. She looked to Spencer once more. "What can I do to help?" She was still fighting the blurry mind she had earned from her blow to the head. In her proper state of mind, Kara would have told anyone in her situation to take it easy. But she was far from a proper state of mind.
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Post by Dr. Spencer Reid on Jun 23, 2009 18:05:47 GMT -5
Kate didn't fight Matt as he pulled her up, but she didn't like it either. She let out a groan. It hurt to even be moved. When she was on her feet she couldn't stand on her own. Normally she was against any human content. She never touched some one else, unless she had to, and never let anyone touch her. She didn't do it in an obvious way, meaning most people didn't notice, but she felt uncomfortable with another person's hands on her. She didn't fight it, though, not this time. She knew if she was to try and stand on her own she would fall flat on her face, and that would only hurt more. Matt ordered her to walk and she groaned, muttering. "Why are you trying to hurt me?"
Despite her whining she started to walk slowly. It wasn't very fast, or graceful, the sand making it hard for her to find her footing. Her head hurt even more with each step, like every time her foot hit the ground it set off a small earthquake. Actually every bone in her body hurt. It was getting easier to breath and she was able to focus on her surrounding a bit more. They were on the end of a beach, a few large trees were scratched here and there, until the became so dense that you couldn't see in them. The ocean was on the other side. Large waves crashing against the shore. The sky was blue and clear other then some black smoke. Kate knew that was from the crash, with was mainly behind them, and she didn't want to look back. She couldn't have looked back with out causing herself much physical pain. She didn't want to know what she had come out of, not just yet.
Swallowing hard she looked over at Matthew. "Your hurt?" It was said more as a question. He looked in pain. She couldn't bare see him struggle to hold the two of their weights up. "I'm fine." She muttered coldly and pushed him away, though it was very lightly. She found herself on her feet alone, but she could feel herself falling again. Stumbling a few feet she caught herself and using a piece of rumble, what looked like a part of the wing sticking out of the sand, she held herself up. Being free of his grasps, for at least a little while until he insisted on helping her stand again, she looked down at herself. The main thing she wanted to make sure was that her arm's were still covered and thus no one had seen the countless needle holes in her arms. What she saw was more then she bargained for.
Her arms were indeed covered, but her cloths were ripped in several places. What got her, though, was the blood. She was covered in blood. From what she could see it was mostly along her back. She let out a small whimper of surprise and shock. She was bleeding to death. Kate wasn't one to cry but tears started to flow down her face. With a shaky hand she went up to her head. She felt the cloth on the back, and something wet. With another sob she looked at her hand, covered in blood. Shaking so bad she couldn't hold herself up any more she fell to the ground.
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Reid was glad when Kara recognized him, that was a good sign. Like ever cop she brushed off her own injury with out a second glace, something that wasn't really smart. But she was realizing that he had down the same thing. Though it seemed like the genius was functioning normally, he really wasn't. He was just so smart that even with out all his brain power he was still smart. He didn't have time to worry about himself. He had to help others, others that were far worse then he was, even though he had to idea how bad he really was.
"What?" He exclaimed when she mentioned his own wounds. It wasn't an angry 'what', just a surprised one. He placed his hand on it, and found that there was still fresh blood coming out. "I.. I don't know..." he muttered. he couldn't see the wound, and didn't know if it was really all that bad or not. "Head wounds always bleed a lot, even if their not that bad." He said in a matter of fact voice. He wanted to add that he was find, but he didn't know if he was fine. He saw then way Kara had struggled to her feet, but she was determined, he knew that. He knew she would make the right decision on whether he needed special care, then again what was special care out here? Or if the two of them should just go off and try and help some one that really needed it. Like maybe one of those kids that was crying.
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Post by Matthew Grimaldi on Jun 23, 2009 18:43:05 GMT -5
“Hunny, I am Penelope Garcia. If anyone is going to make sure your computer is fine, it will be me.”
"My bag..." Krys repeated in a soft voice, nearly falling over once again but Penelope had managed to hold her up. "I had it on the plane..." She went on before her arm came up to messily wipe the sweat and bit of blood from her face. God she had hated these new clothes that the Bureau made her wear for the conference, now she couldn't even change because she had nothing to change into.
"I need to find it." Krys was currently being held up by Penelope's firm grasp, something she would have appreciated if she hadn't been as shaken as she was. Instead her brown eyes darted back and forth amidst the debris, and bodies, and burning objects. The high pitched frequency was beginning to go away and the sound of waves was beginning to replace it. But Krys didn't see any waves, she saw a ton of trees, lots of sand, but no waves. Were they on the other side of the plane?
“What does it look like?”
It took a moment for Krys to gather all of her frantic thoughts, and even then they were barely pieced together in something that she could coherently understand. "Messenger bag. Lots of buttons all on the strap.." She gestured right across her chest where the strap would usually rest if she had been wearing it. "Laptop's inside.. Black." Somehow remembering what her bag looked like was slowly bringing her back to the 'real world' no matter how unpleasant it might be.
Blinking she looked at Penelope, finally noticing that something was missing from this whole picture. Reaching into her pants pocket she pulled out the angular framed glasses from her pocket and held them for the woman to take. Was this a freaky coincidence or what?!
Her right hand that was holding the pair of glasses shook, more so from nerves, excitement, and the bloodloss on her shoulder that she hadn't realized. Her eyes catching Penelope's she managed to force out soft words. "I need to find my team. I need... Matt... Kate..." God she couldn't even form sentences any more the way she wanted to! And she was becoming quite frustrated by that, inwardly cursing herself for being such a dote. She didn't even know if Penelope knew her coworkers, but she HAD to know she was on the plane SOMEHOW.
"Why are you trying to hurt me?"
"Because that's what friends do." Matthew countered in a matter of fact grunt as he stood by her side, slowly taking steps in sync with her so that she was moving like the young man had said. He certainly wasn't going to back down from helping even if his back felt like hell and even if Kate didn't want it. He would take care of his teammates damnit, even so, he couldn't help but look up and around a number of times for any sight of Krys or the blonde who had went off looking for her.
"Keep moving or I'll pick you up again." He murmured as the two of them hobbled along the shore. Occasionally he'd wince in pain if Kate leaned against him particularly hard causing his back to hurt. What provided a momentary escape were the waves lapping up at the shore. "Huh. That's what the ocean looks like." Matthew had seen lakes, even the New York City ocean but it didn't really count. It wasn't a beach it was more of a shore of dirt and smog. This was REAL ocean, or so he assumed.
"You're hurt?"
"I'm fine." He blatantly lied as he brought his attention back forward. God his back was killing him. But of course Kate was stubborn and tried to go on her own, a disaster as when she found out how badly she was hurt and collapsed to the ground. Matthew once again cursed under his breath and hurried, as best he could, to his partner's side.
"I'm fine. Therefore, you're fine." He deducted simply. He was not one to coddle anyone (except maybe young Robin from time to time) and he knew that Kate wouldn't want to be treated like a baby. Tough love it was as he hoisted her right back up, another bad decision for his back as now he outwardly cursed a loud version of the 'f word', but still he wouldn't drop her.
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Post by Penelope Garcia on Jun 23, 2009 19:29:43 GMT -5
Garcia held fast to the shaking girl, keeping it firm enough to hold her up, but gentle enough to try and keep her calm. Panicking was not something that was going to help either of them. She described the bag. As the words continued, Garcia felt her mind finishing it. As if her observations were coming back to her. She needed to give it an effort and go look; clearly, though, Krys was not well enough to do that. What was she to do with her, then? Her thoughts were interrupted by the presentation of lovely red frames. Garcia gasped delightedly, and took them, replacing them upon her face.
She offered a grand smile, and then turned to look around once more. Everything was instantly clearer; and with the newfound clarity came a newfound horror. Things were crumpled and misshapen, burning and detached. Garcia’s stomach churned. "I need to find my team. I need... Matt... Kate..."
“They’re right outside,” Garcia cooed, turning her brown eyes back to the young woman. “Why don’t you go out there and find them? I will find your laptop.” She added comfortingly. She wasn’t entirely certain Krys could make it out on her own. “Better yet, wait right here, I will be back.” The woman moved off, a bit slowly, making sure she could hold her own for a moment. She instantly began to rummage through the debris.
“Messenger bag...butttons…” she mumbled to herself as she began to search. Oh, the wreckage was immense. Something that small could be lost so easily! She looked diligently for a few more moments before she felt herself growing disgruntled and distressed.
“Damn it.” She spat. What was she going to tell Krys? Just then, something glinted off to the right. It looked small, round…a button? Garcia scrambled over, and knelt to get a better look. “Buttons!” She exclaimed. On a strap! Oh, she smiled, and threw a piece of debris off of it. “Got it!” She called, lifting it and throwing it over her shoulder and hurrying back to the analyst. “Got it, lets go.”
She put a hand on her arm and began to move out of the wreck once more. “We’ll go find Matt and Kate.”
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Kara finally found her footing, and it seemed Reid was standing well enough. “Hang on,” she murmured. She fiddled with her sweater a moment. Parts of it were ripped and frayed. It wasn’t too big of a deal, at home she had plenty others. Might as well make it useful. She pulled it off, and finished ripping it; tying pieces together in a somewhat uncoordinated manner to make a bandage. “Bend a bit?” She asked quietly. Still, she didn’t make a move to wait for him. And instead tied wrapped it about his head in such a way as to try and bandage and stop his blood flow.
It looked unprofessional; even to Kara in her disorientated state. But, it was probably well enough to keep him from bleeding to death.
“Mama! Mama!” The sobs were the desperate sound of one of the children who seemed to have survived the crash with relatively no injuries. Kara whipped her head around to look at the little girl, though did it way too fast, and cringed.
She recovered herself somewhat quickly, and moved off toward the blonde child slowly, with, she assumed, Reid in tow. She knelt down in front of her, and looked into her tearing hazel eyes. “Hey there. My name is Kara Barnhill,” she cooed comfortingly. “And this is Dr. Spencer Reid. We’re going to help you. What’s your name?”
“Alicia. Where’s Mama?” She demanded with a new wave of tears.
“I don’t know, sweetie. But we will help you find her, how about that?” She forced a smile, though Kara hardly felt like she should be smiling.
She glanced up to Reid, half to see if he was still there. She eventually moved to wrap her arms around the little thing and pull her closer, and lift her from the wreckage she was around. Normally, it would not have taken much. But her entire body was hurting. Still, she was not about to release the girl, especially when Alicia gripped her tightly and buried her head against her shoulder.
“How do we find her?” She asked quietly to the profiler.
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Post by Kate Saunders on Jun 24, 2009 10:55:14 GMT -5
Kate let Matt hold her up with on struggling this time. She had to calm down. She knew she wasn't okay now. She was going to bleed to death. She knew that. The drugs much have made her blood thinner, making it not clot as well, she was going to bleed to death. Breath in and out slowly she started to regain control of herself. She stopped her soft sobs and carefully started to walk again. Her head hurt even more now, the panic having made her move around to much. All she wanted was to Lay down and rest for a little while. And a glass of cool water. She hadn't notice before how thirsty she was. She also wanted Matt to stop helping her and take it easy, but she knew nothing she said would make him stop.
"I'm okay. I'm okay." She muttered mostly to herself. Trying to believe the words as she said them. That was harder done then said though. How could she be okay? She was bleeding for the back of her head! She had a massive head-ache. And their plane had crashed on some island. She wasn;t sure how long it had been, but if there had been people on the island wouldn't they have made there way to the beach by now? That meant it was uninhabited, and they would have to wait for a rescue plane or boat or something.
Looking at Matt she said softly. "I'm fine, Boss, can you please let me sit down? My heart is going fast enough now..." Normally she wouldn't plead or beg with anyone no matter what, but this was different. And she didn't have the energy to care right now. Both of them needed a break, no matter what Matt thought. But he was the calling the shots, and for once she couldn't fight it.
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Reid leaned over making it easier for Kara to get to his head. The movement made him kind of dizzy but he was pretty good at hiding that. When she finished wrapping the clothe around his head he looked up. It felt better, and he knew it would stop bleeding soon. He was going to live. That's when the young girl's cries could be heard. Kara was gone in an instant, slightly faltering in the sand, and Reid was right on her heels. When she went down to speak to the girl Reid went on his knees as well.
It broke his heart that such a young child was on the plane, and that now she couldn't find her mother. What if she was dead? What were they going to do? It wasn't tragic enough that she was in a plane crash? Trying to keep himself calm Reid stood up. He knew he was the profiler, he was expert, so he had to find her. Thinking quickly, all the facts running though his head he told Kara in a soft voice. "Look for a woman who looks scared, or disoriented. If she isn't calling for her child then she either has other children to have to take care of, or she is injured to the point of being incapacitated, or she is to confused to notice Alicia is missing yet." He said scanning the people within their view. "She will also most likely have blond hair and blue eyes like Alicia, if not then she will be brunette, with blue eyes." That was as much physical description he could give when the child was so young. Not enough to really pick anyone out of a crowd.
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Post by Matthew Grimaldi on Jun 24, 2009 11:54:33 GMT -5
“Got it, lets go.”
Before Penelope had thrown it over her shoulder, Krys had went to take it with her right arm only to find that a pain ripped through her. A surprised sort of cringe and she immediately let Penelope carry it as her face took on a confused look as she tried to figure out exactly what was happening. How had she managed to do that? Her left hand moved to feel the top of her right shoulder but that wasn't the problem and she missed the source by a few centimeters.
Krys was relieved to say the least. Everything that was anything was in that bag. Her laptop, her discs, the system she was currently experimenting with, information, file data, data that no one should ever see... And that was just in the laptop! Inside the bag was the rest of her Bureau stuff: Her awesome ID tag, a change of clothes for the fitness center inside, an energy drink or two, plus her wallet. Her finger puppets had been in a mini bag that was attached but it seemed that in the crash it had been ripped off and currently rested at the bottom of the ocean. Oh well, she had to remind herself in her breathlessness, she still had everything else.
“We’ll go find Matt and Kate.”
Krys nodded quickly and began to stumble right after Penelope, guided by her able hand. Sometimes her feet sunk into the sand more than she would have liked, occasionally she'd trip over something burried that she didn't see, but still she continued, though sometimes she felt like plopping right down the urge of finding her coworkers and Penelope pulling on her kept her going.
It was then that she decided she was glad she was in her little office/lair more than most. It was safe there. You couldn't get into crashes, you couldn't become a statistic, and she could be alone and untouchable. There wasn't any of this mess between point A and point B. Life wasn't and shouldn't be like this! How did Matt and Kate do it?! Oh god, where were they?
"I'm fine, Boss, can you please let me sit down? My heart is going fast enough now..."
Matt of course was against this, but he wasn't going to doubt his partner. His back was also killing him so he needed to finally give into it and sit down. Following Kate's lead he slowly eased down onto the sand, meanwhile his two hands came up to the makeshift bandage around Kate's head and lightly pressed in an attempt to stop the bleeding without hurting her too badly. God, was she running like a creek.
Blinking he looked around, his thoughts drifted to his other coworker, Krys. She hadn't wanted to go. She had told him not to but he guilted her into it. All he had wanted was for her to feel a part of things and it ended like this. And all Matthew felt now was god awful guilt. He was protective of everyone but it seemed he was very much so of Krys. She was young, she was an outcast, he had arrested her.. It was a weird relationship, he wasn't denying that, but damnit that girl needed someone to look after her!
Turning his attention back to Kate it was clear in his dark eyes that his thoughts were preoccupied. So many things ran through his mind, all the while his guitar pick necklace hung out in the open, dangling in the beach breeze.
"Matt!" Upon seeing both him and Kate, Krys almost had a dang rupture. Stumbling and bumbling she tried to race toward them nearly throwing herself on Matt who was busy still holding the bandage to Kate's head, but the relief on his face was clear upon seeing that Krys was alright. Her back to Penelope, though she wasn't ungreatful, one could see the dark dampness on the right shoulder.
"Krys, thank god." Matt murmured in one of the rare occasions where he actually used her first name. He couldn't exactly hug back, his hands were occupied, but he did allow her to hold onto him and certainly didn't shove her away. Matthew had never been a touchy feeling but today he would at least pretend.
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Post by Penelope Garcia on Jun 24, 2009 12:15:41 GMT -5
Garcia managed to get Krys out of the plane. The poor thing was shaken beyond belief; and it was a relief when they got her to where she could see her partners, she bolted right away from the analyst. She thought to keep her moving slow, though decided it didn’t make much of a difference at this point. The events were draining enough. She just needed to be comforted.
As she ran toward Matt, Penelope caught sight of her bleeding shoulder. She gasped and made a motion to say something, though decided it was best not to alarm her. Instead, she moved closer and set down the bag, studying the shoulder intently. It needed to be cared for. Still, Krys seemed unaware that it existed at all.
She caught Matt’s eye for a moment and then made move to get some cloth to bandage the wound. It needed to be given support, and pressure. Leaving it alone would be no good in the long run. No telling how long they were all going to be there.
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Kara, holding fast to the little girl nodded at Reid’s description. She looked down to Alicia for a moment, cupping a hand around the back of her head and asking quite soothingly, “Do you remember what she was wearing?” Sure, it was a long shot, especially after such an event. Still, it was worth it. After all, what’s the worse that could possibly happen? If she didn’t, they would just go about searching.
The little girl’s sniffles quieted as she thought. Finally she answered softly, “A pink shirt. White jeans?” It seemed that she wasn’t entirely sure, but Kara smiled softly and assured her she had done well.
“Do you have any brothers or sisters?” She asked then, still cradling her against her own shoulder.
“No,” Alicia answered. “We were going to meet Daddy in Honolulu.” And then, she was overtaken by desperate sobs and cries. Kara hugged the little thing tighter, and looked to Reid sadly. This could likely not end well. It would not do to carry Alicia around while they searched for her mother; but Kara was not about to let her go.
She began to move around, letting her brown eyes dance across the wreckage. They had to find her. They had to find her alive. Gosh, her head was positively spinning, and whirring with so many different possibilities. Oh, God, please. Just let her be okay. She thought.
Alicia had pressed her cheek against Kara’s neck, and the studying profiler sighed. She could see many people; still none seemed to be wearing the proper colored shirt or pants that she was looking for. And none looked anything like Alicia. Everyone seemed to have been taken care of, though. Great thing about people is that they band together when trouble hits.
If only they would learn to do that without needing the tragedy. “See anything?” She asked Reid calmly, not wanting to startle the young child in her arms.
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