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Post by Penelope Garcia on Jul 12, 2009 22:03:06 GMT -5
"One of ours? No," Penelope chimed as she kept her eyes on the retreating figure, finally looking down to the lady beside her. "You see, our hunkyness quota is filled by one Derek Morgan. We have no room nor need for that one." She motioned over her shoulder with a tilt of her head as a smile stretched across her face. Oh, she loved her team--whether they were all as much fun to look at as her chocolate god or not. At the moment she could certainly go for some JJ kindness, or even some of Hotch's somberness. She was going to be a bit daring and even say she could stand for some Rossi charm, or perhaps lack thereof. Ah, no, that one was pushing it a bit.
Still, this was hardly how she envisioned her trip to Hawaii. Had they even gotten there?
She tore her eyes away from Krys to scan the area once more, catching the last bit of Spencer's show, and then proceeding to laugh herself. It was quite unlike him to purposefully make a fool of himself, though at the moment Garcia was thankful for such attempts and motions. By all means it was keeping her mind occupied enough to not focus on the dead, dying and the wounded. Nor the dourness of the situation.
"We have made fire!"
Garcia's laugh turned even deeper and more joyous. Oh, movie quotes that slipped into everyday life? Priceless. And who would have thought that one would have ever been relevant? Even in context! Krys was an excitable one, though, and stood; racing about the dancing flames until she was planted right back where she had taken off from, exclaiming the line once more in a rather dramatic way. Then she sought a high-five. For pulling something like that quote off, she well deserved one. So, when she turned her attention to Penelope in particular, the blonde gifted her one.
She was about to make a witty remark on the girl's behavior, though it seemed that all it took was light laughter from one of the surrounding children to set Krys into a rather shy mood. So, Garcia had been forced to bite her tongue and keep quiet. However, it was certainly something that would resurface later. Inwardly, she wondered how long such energy would last. It wasn't like there was a lot of soda or energy drinks to keep her wired here.
"Hey, I was thinking about looking through the plane, for water and a first aid kit."
"Good luck with that." Garcia remarked. "I will head back to get more firewood." She nodded, as if to let herself know that was what her role was going to be. Goodness, the fire might have to burn for days! Oh, what a horrible thought. Quickly it was chased away from her mind as she stood and began to head back to the woods.
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"She tends to be like that... Alot."
Matt had fallen into step beside her, and Kara glanced his way quickly, though she shrugged. "Don't worry about it. I'm a big girl," she teased slightly. It was a bit of a touchy subject for her, though. She hated being read wrongly. Still, Kara had something to be doing. A duty that needed to be performed to the best of her ability. Being upset or unhappy would not allow her to work efficiently. So, even if Kate's comment had bothered her more than she would have liked, she hid it for the sake of the mission.
Tori was being quite cheerful. Something that was actually soothing Kara slightly. It was nice to know that even in the darkest of times, there was a small light. How terribly dramatic of her. Kara laughed inwardly. Sometimes her love of literature caused her thoughts and words to come out wrong; sounding scripted or melodramatic.
"I need a beer."
"Somehow I doubt the local brew is any good." Kara's face lit up in a wry smile, and she tossed Matt a glance. She wasn't laughing--the situation seemed a bit too serious for that--still, she would have had they been anywhere else. Instead, she quietly turned her attention to the trees ahead and carefully picked her way through.
"What was that?"
"Keep your shorts on."
Kara had definitely heard the snapping of the twig herself. It wouldn't have bothered her if it had happened again. She would have chalked it up to one of the members of their own little search party. But the fact it hadn't sounded again unsettled her a slight, and she slipped the safety off of Reid's gun and waited in silence. Animal? Probably nothing to worry about. Still.
Kara even held her breath. Not like that was making much of a difference. Kate had refused to keep quiet or to stand still. Inwardly Kara wanted to scream. Though, the situation at hand certainly called for quiet. She thought she saw the movement of something ahead, passed where Kate was now standing and moving toward. She tossed a glance to the others, as if to inquire if they had seen it too.
OOC: I am going to assume this is the entrance of the tiger. So...here it is.
It was certainly a figure Kara had seen in the brush. A crouched and well concealed figure; one that was strong, silent and lithe. A tiger that held colors as vibrant as if they were painted. Of course, such was the norm around the tropic part of the world. What was not normal was the presence of such a creature, though. For tigers were not indigenous to this area of the world.
Still, it was precisely what leapt from the bushes and trees, leaving the shadow behind for a short glint in the sun; teeth snarling, claws extended. It happened so quickly, Kara for a moment was unsure what was going on. Luckily for her, her reactions took off faster than the rest of her. "Tiger!" She exclaimed, twisting to aim her gun at the cat and pulling the trigger twice.
If she had not been scared for Kate's life, for the tiger was indeed heading directly for the one who had wandered away, she would not have been so hasty on the shot. She detested harming animals, no matter what they were. Adrenaline was coursing through her veins. Had she hit it fatally? Was Kate alright?
The tiger had been distracted by the two shots, and the roar of pain that it emitted was enough to let Kara know she had at least made contact. But now the beast was only angry. Injured, and bleeding, but alive. Kara had never been a hunter. It shifted itself, readying to leap toward the remaining three to exact it's revenge.
Kara's heart seemed to freeze, but her hand remained firmly on the trigger.
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The shots had resounded through the forest, just as Kara had hoped they would have. Rich and his team had heard them, certainly, and so had a few of those back on the shore. "They need help." One of the two men had said to Rich. They had taken off rather quickly, expecting their companion to follow, though it certainly did not seem that it would be that way.
Another figure had been standing in the shadows of the trees watching. He had been paying attention for the longest time. Just waiting. All hunters could wait. And then it had come, the moment of opportunity. Two of the burly men had rocketed off in the woods chasing what seemed to be another set of gunshots. And the man left behind was not quite as quick.
The perfect shot.
A muffled cry, and the flight Marshal was on the soft grasses. He had never even seen what hit him. Gingerly the man stepped over to the man and looked down at him. "A hunter always bags his prize," he lulled as the final breath the man had held was released. And with that, he moved back off into the woods.
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Garcia snapped to attention at the sound of the two shots from Reid's own gun. That did not sound good at all. She dropped the handful of branches she had been carrying and turned to get back toward the camp that they others were busy preparing. What was she doing? It wasn't like any of them were going to be able to help! Still. Something. She had to say or tell someone something.
"Gun shots!" She cried, pointing wildly over her shoulder toward the wood, off in the direction that their team had vanished some time ago. "Gun shots!"
OOC: If it was not tiger-time, disregard the last part. And please feel free to kill the tiger! =D Annnd...sorry my UNSUB thing was short. Butttttt....thats the best I can do right now. =]
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Toriann Daire
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Post by Toriann Daire on Jul 13, 2009 4:57:45 GMT -5
Hold me tight, keep me close, show me that you love me most • • • • • • • • • • • • • • [/center][/size] There it was again. There was absolutely no doubt there was something rustling in the bush. Tori held her breath, fastening her grip onto the gun. What ever it was, it surely didn't seem friendly.
"Tiger!" A voice exclaimed. The statement was followed by someone's quick gasp. Tori realized quickly that it was her own. Thrusting her gun forward, Tori aimed for the tiger's head. And pulled the trigger.
Another shot echoed through the forest, accompanied by Tori's worried heavy breathing. It wasn't often the girl ever needed to shoot something live. Of course when doing autopsies, tests needed to be done to discover accurate results, especially when examining the force of a bullet. But she had always shot targets and mannequins, never anything living and breathing.
The animal lay still on the floor, its chest still rising and falling. It wasn't dead, and Tori dared not to shoot it again. She looked hopefully at Matt and Kate, pleading them to do it quickly so she could at least analyze its remains and estimate its direct purpose on the island. It obviously wasn't local, so there had to be more than one assumption made.
Her mind spinning, Tori heard the distant sound of footsteps coming from many directions, along with a few anxious voices. Wide-eyed, the forensic stared at the creature on the floor, growling. However was it that a tiger could've been on a deserted island?
She glanced at Kara, Kate and Matt, checking if they were alright. They seemed fine, maybe a little agitated, but fine.
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Post by Kate Saunders on Jul 16, 2009 10:55:58 GMT -5
Kate hadn't noticed that everyone had stopped. In her mind the mist important thing was not to fall behind, but in that she hadn't seen the others stop. The fuzziness in her head some how stopped her from even seeing the three as she passed them. It wasn't until she was in the front and noticed that it was completely silent that she stopped. Turning around, careful now not to make a sound, she saw all three of them standing there listening, so she did the same thing. Oddly enough the only thing she could hear was pounding in her ear from the head wound. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to come. She could feel the heat now, and the humidity. All of which made her feel sick to her stomach. She couldn't concentrate, or hear whatever it was that everyone was afraid of. Kate just wanted to lay down and die, yet she knew she couldn't. She wouldn't let Matt have that satisfaction, even if he was right. He would never let it go, always bringing it up when she said she could do something. No she didn't need that, not now, and not ever.
That's when she heard the one word shouted. "Tiger!" With that simple word her world changed. She turned quickly to the way everyone was looking, at the silent creature floating through the sky at her. Everything seemed to move in slow mood. Kate didn't hear anything, not even the gun shoots the echoed over her. She did the only think she could, the thing that she had been trained to do when she was helpless. Duck and cover. Kate dropped to the ground, not even feeling the pain coarse through her body. Everything was silent for the longest time. And Kate just layed there on the ground her hands tucked over her head.
Slowly the world came back into focus. Her head hurt more than ever now. And her knees and arms hurt from the rocks she had feel onto. Luckily the tiger hadn't layed a paw on her. Her breathing was quick and ragged. She had no idea if the animal was dead or not, but didn't move one way or anything. There was no more gun shots. Nothing. Kate was shaking, partly from the loss of blood, the adrenaline, and the slowly waring off heroin. As Kate layed still in the fetal position it all came washing up on her. All the pain. All the lose. Everything. She couldn't handle it anymore. Because of that she did something she had never done before in her life in front of people. She cried. The tears just came out and the sobs with them. She hugged herself and wished that it all could just stop. That she would just die and everything would be over with. She didn't even mind the others looming over her. She didn't even remember they were there.
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Reid watched Krys and smiled. He didn't laugh though, afraid that she might take it the wrong way. He hadn't seen the guy talk to her earlier, but he did see him now looking at Krys Robin with eyes that even Reid knew liked her. And when Krys looked over at the guy (Boomer from Lost ) she seemed suddenly embarrassed. Something that Reid found odd. Then again who wouldn't like that guy, he was cute and strong, everything a girl wanted. Everything Reid wasn't. Reid didn't think about that. Instead he focused on the plane. "Yeah, Krys, of course, Take as long as you need to. I'm going to try and find a few things I knew we're going to need. Like Water, food, a first-aid kit, and made a change of cloths for everyone. After all you don't know how long we're going to be here." He instantly regretted that. He was trying to keep everyone in good spirits, and that was not the way to do it.
He didn't say anything else, just moved to the plane. He was only a few feet from an opening when he heard the gun shots. Several. He looked around instinctively making sure there was no one with a gun around, even if they had sounded far away. Then he looked to the woods. He say birds flying out of the trees, away from the loud noise. what had happened? he wondered, afraid to know the answer. Luckily Gracia and Krys were here with him. Kara was out there, though. As well as four others, and Reid really didn't want any of them to die. Reid didn't know what to do. he knew that running into the woods wouldn't help at all. But he couldn't just stay there helplessly. So he just stood looking at the tree line, wishing someone to run through telling them that everything was okay.
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Post by Matthew Grimaldi on Jul 16, 2009 12:06:57 GMT -5
"Somehow I doubt the local brew is any good."
Matt did a rare doubletake at that comment and even stopped for a moment as he took it in. A little smile crept over his face. How about that? She remembered. Chuckling inwardly he gave a little shake of his head and continued on his way. Well at least without Krys around and Kate being in such a sour mood this young woman still had a bit of spunk left in her. It was definitely welcomed.
Matt's hand on his gun he too caught glimpse of the figure lurking in the green brush. It was hard to mistake the orange against since natural colors. He felt his throat go a bit dry. He could handle weapons dealers, drug dealers, the evil scum of the earth, but an animal? He wasn't a zookeeper. But at least he had some background with them because of his mother the biologist which made his farm as a boy much like an exotic zoo. She had a tiger at the time, a young female. They had raised her since she was a cub when she had been taken from a poacher who had smuggled her into the states. Luckily airport security wasn't entirely thick and the tiger which they called 'Narobi' lived with them for a few years.
But this was a feral tiger, rarely having seen humans but enough to remain. Most animals were easily spooked by the presence of people, unless they were hungry or threatened. Either way, this wasn't a good sign that spoke in their favor. "Still..." Matt warned quietly, not budging. "Still..."
"Tiger!"
Well, there goes that. The creature leapt and Matt held up his gun, though not to fire. He had spotted a few guns already raised out of the corner of his eye, he had multi object awareness to a 't', and anything more would be overkill. That and he honestly didn't wish to kill the animal for doing what came naturally, even though it wasn't in its natural place.
The tiger turned to leave and Matt followed, his focus solely on the animal he took a few steps forward until he was sure it was gone. As the animal hurried off Matt looked over his shoulder at the group. "She's wounded. More spooked than hurt." He commented shortly as he rambled off the facts much like Krys did (she was rubbing off on him more and more). Matt knew it was a female from the build. Much more slender than a male, and smaller which made her more agile.
He could hear the soft growls, she was coming back. But why? He would never know because once she set paw in the area Tori pulled the trigger and the animal fell. His head jerked back in a glare at the group. Was that really necessary? Bending down watching the creature breathe he reached out with steady hand running it over her side feeling the fur (even mingled with blood). Matt had a soft spot for animals and regardless of their actions could never put them in the wrong. Now it seemed that whoever shot didn't want to do the 'dirty work'.
Pushing himself up to his feet with a grunt he pointed at the animal while glaring at the group of women. "Well go ahead and finish what you started." He had no idea who shot the weapon but he wasn't going to kill an animal who was just doing what came naturally. That just didn't sit right with him. "You can't just leave her like that."
He could have become consumed by his anger and bitterness but that's when he spotted something with his dark eyes. "Kate." He spoke up, blinking and brushed past the other two to tend to his partner who was currently huddled on the ground unable to control her breathing. She was shaking and instinctively Matt's caring nature burst right through the wall.
His hands moved down to her arms, lightly rubbing up and down so to get some sort of feeling back into her body, even if it was human contact that she hated. She could hate him later, after he handed in his partner reassignment. Matt noticed the wetness on her face and though a rare occurence he blamed it on the pain from the earlier crash. Crying wasn't a weakness like so many thought, like Kate apparently felt, so he wasn't going to pick on her about it.
"Sh... Kate. It's alright." His hands continued to run up and down her arms before helping to lift her shaking body into a sitting position. "Tiger just missed ya. You're fine." He encouraged in his soft, gruff voice, attempting to be gentle as he now tried to lift her to her feet (hopefully with some help). "Close call though." He offered with a bit of a weak smile, catching Kara's eyes for a moment surprisingly trying to lighten the mood for them all.
"Don't forget to look for your dignity and shame too!" Krys called out after Spencer with a hint of a smile. Of course she was kidding and just picking on him which hopefully he'd understand. Now starting to move in her own separate direction she started to dig through the debris in search of any little thing that she could find. Things that were small enough were shoved into her messenger bag, large things were brought into a pile or she made a mental note of there whereabouts.
She found the plane fridge which had been ejected during the crash. A yank on the door revealed that the lock was jammed and Krys took to a series of yanks and then kicking the thing until finally it opened. Going down on her knees she grabbed everything she could, shoving it into her bag (filling it to capacity) when gun shots wrang through the air. Startled Krys looked up with widened eyes.
All sorts of birds cawed and flapped out of the jungle and Krys' jaw opened slightly. It was once her panic registered that she pushed herself onto her feet, wobbling slightly and made herself hurry through the sand toward the woods where a crowd was now gathering mumuring their concerns. Krys was surprisngly quiet as her eyes darted about worriedly before she moved aside and hid her messenger bag and its contents.
Another shifty eyed glance and she seemed about ready to step into the woods. Afterall, her team members were in there and that was the closest thing to family that she knew! For a second she hesitated... That was before she met Spencer and Penelope. Weren't they friends too? Oh gosh, an inner dilema. Perfect timing too.
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Post by Kara Barnhill on Jul 16, 2009 13:34:07 GMT -5
Kara’s heart was pounding and her breathing had become rather haggard. The adrenaline was making her own head spin and pound. Reid had said she had a concussion. That must have been it. She fought through the haziness enough to hear one final shot, and then the tiger was on the ground. Had she shot it a third time? She dropped her eyes to her gun, but it was lowered. No, the third shot hadn’t come from her. All at once she was shaking. Kara loved animals; shooting one had unnerved her greatly. But Kate would have died, right? Was it wrong to defend her? She snapped the safety back on the gun and stuck it in its holster. Matt glared back at her and Tori, and more shame washed over her. Well, she certainly hadn’t wished to disappoint anybody. That wasn’t the kind of presentation of herself she had wished to give.
Kate was certainly shaken; understandably so. Still, Matt had taken on the role of comforting her, and the curly-haired woman didn’t know what to do with herself. The words reverberating in her head were getting louder, more chastising and demeaning. Kara could hardly stand it.
"You can't just leave her like that."
No, she thought miserably. We can’t. She took a few cautious steps forward. She was a city girl, after all. She hardly had had any interaction with wild animals like this. Tigers were the pretty cats behind the glass. Not the dying creature that could tear your face off that was before her. Still, now it seemed as if it were crying. It was obviously in pain. But could Kara bring herself to kill it? She was halfway toward the fallen creature and she glanced back at Tori. The shot must have come from her, though she was standing back in a way that seemed to tell the brunette she had no intention of shooting again. Cold blooded murder was going to be left to Kara.
The tiger was immensely weak, and the soft growls seemed to be cries of pain; or at least that was how Kara imagined them. With the blood loss, and the location of the third entry point, the tiger was very much weakened. It hardly had the energy to move. It was this, perhaps that had brought Kara to approach it. She moved carefully and quietly until she could kneel beside it. Oh, her heart was entirely heavy, and for a moment the girl felt hot tears well up in her eyes.
She carefully looked over the bullet-wound, and gingerly brought herself to touch and examine it. They had medical supplies, thanks to Tori. Perhaps it was correctable? They could heal her? She must have hurt the poor thing, for a moment the tiger growled. Kara jumped slightly, but did not move away. The animal couldn’t do a thing to her in this state. She ran a hand down the side of the large cat, and turned her attention to calming the creature. “Hey, now,” she cooed softly. “Easy.” Perhaps some would think her crazy, but Kara was the type of girl who spoke to animals like they were human. Dogs, cats, birds, turtles…anything. She wasn’t about to hide that about herself, even if she had been in complete awareness of what she was doing. “You’re a pretty girl,” she added softly and guiltily. “I’m sorry.” Boy, her eyes were burning. Wonderful. She was going to cry again. She bit her lip a moment and let her pets fall still. She turned her attention back to the bullet wound and frowned. It was too deep to attempt to remove---they didn’t have the proper anesthesia, or supplies. To try and aide her would result in certain death for the tiger anyway. So the best thing to do was make it quick.
“Lets make this quick, huh, sweetie?” Her voice cracked a bit as she whispered this. She reached for her gun. Damn. How was she going to do this? “For the both of us.” She undid the safety and gave the tiger another assuring stroke. She readied it quickly and finally brought herself to put the gun against the tiger’s head.
It was then the other men burst through the brush. “You all okay?”
It startled Kara something terrible, and she pulled the trigger, allowing the poor cat a rest. For a moment she just stared. She had never killed anything before. Finally she regained herself long enough to say, “We are now.” And then she couldn’t handle it. She stood and moved away from the tiger and moved off from the group. She was not in any mood to continue, nor was she in a mood enough to be around anyone.
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Penelope frantically looked around, and crossed to stand with Reid. “What do we do?” It wasn’t smart to go running in after them; that would surely be dangerous. They didn’t even have a gun. “What did they have to shoot?” That was, perhaps, the most pressing question. Along with their health. Was everybody okay?
OOC: Sorry Penelope is short, but right now there isn't much for her to do. So I tried to flesh Kara's out.
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Toriann Daire
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Post by Toriann Daire on Jul 17, 2009 7:55:08 GMT -5
Hold me tight, keep me close, show me that you love me most • • • • • • • • • • • • • • [/center][/size] Tori was on the verge of crying too, like many others, but managed to shove it away. What's there to cry about? She thought to herself. It wasn't the dead creature... she had seen that more than enough to stop herself from turning on the tap every time she saw them.
Maybe that was what Tori felt crying for. The fact that her eyes couldn't produce a single tear of sympathy for the dead. The fact that she didn't care about what families of dead ones felt and just carried on dismembering a body that perhaps had wanted better than that. Just, the fact that she seemed so... heartless. Could she not feel for someone? Was it ever so hard?
Dropping her head to face the floor, Tori let well-deserved tears flow down her cheeks,feeling disappointed in herself. Could it be that Tori was just that? A heartless person who only cared about their job? It didn't seem right. The forensic sniffed away the salty tears and wiped her face. They wouldn't stop coming. Maybe the three years of heartbreak she had left behind were coming at her. It seemed insane, that tears could pile up. But it didn't seem impossible.
Gritting her teeth, Tori shook her head and looked up from the floor. No. Their job required stronger characters than that. If she had let these emotions get to her years ago, wouldn't all the killers she and her team had caught still be free out there? It was with desire and strength that they had managed to do what they did. Catch the colder blooded creatures.
Life was a circle like that. Endless, repetitive and confusing. The forensic leaked out the last of her tears and recomposed herself. If she was going to cry, no one needed to see it. It would be horrible if she made others worry about her when they had their own problems, so Tori tried to keep herself strong.
"Rich... and you too... uh... Jeremiah." Luckily, Tori could remember their names, so she didn't seem too cold. At least she could be friendly to living humans... which were not related to any of her... clients. "I have a feeling this island might be inhabited, continue to scout the area a little. Maybe we'll find something."
It would be lucky if there was someone else on the island. But Tori didn't know just how wrong she could be.
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Post by Dr. Spencer Reid on Jul 17, 2009 10:50:32 GMT -5
Kate still didn't seemed to realize the others around her. Not even when Matt pulled her into his arms. She just felt emptiness. Slowly she started to come back around, though. Maybe it was the warm, soothing words of her partner. Maybe it was something else. But soon she was able to feel Matt trying to help her up from a sitting position, a position she didn't remember getting into. Helping him get her to her feet she tried to stop the tears. It was hard but she was able to do it in time. Her breathing was still jagged, though, and she dare not speak, even though she suddenly wanted to tell Matt thank you. She couldn't get the words out, and she was afraid that if she did talk then she would start crying again. So instead she hung onto her, almost like a hug, but side ways. He was her shield right now. Her protector.
Starting to gain more control Kate looked around with blurry eyes, she hadn't wiped her tears away, she didn't want to let go of Matt, not yet. She say the dead Tiger, which made her feel sick again, and that's when she remembered the heat. Then she saw Kara standing off in the distance, and Tori near the two others. The two that had gone with Rich, yet Rich wasn't there. It took a while but Kate started to hear and understand what they were saying. Tori wanted to continue on. At first this meant nothing to Kate but then she realized the significant that Rich wasn't there. Still unable to speak she pointed to the two men, knowing that Matt would understand what she was saying, if he didn't already know it.
Deciding that it was time for her to move she slowly let go of Matt, knowing his back might not like her extra 100 or so pounds leaning on it. Then she moved to the closest tree, less than a foot away, and leaned against it. Slowly she fell back to the ground, but she didn't care. She felt sick and hot. Maybe she had a fever? No one else seemed to think it was hot. Than again didn't you feel cold when you had a fever? Kate couldn't remember. Maybe she had an infection or something. Or it was the drugs? She didn't know. Finally deciding that she couldn't stand the hat any longer she unzipped her jacket and pushed the sleeves up as far as they would go. Right now no one was looking at her arm close enough to see the needle hole. She kind of doubted anyone but Matt would make a connection. Everyone else would think it was an odd wound from the crash, but he might be able to put the pieces together. Hugging her arms around her stomach she prayed that she didn't throw up. She could barely pay attention to the conversation around her, but hopped that they all made the right choose.
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Reid watched as the small group formed. He knew many of them wanted to go out after them, but Reid knew that was a bad idea. Even if every inch of him wanted to run into the woods. There were no more shots. That was a good sign. Maybe. When someone asked what they should do, Reid was to scared to know who, he sighed. He had to make sure everyone stayed on the beach. Walking to the front of the group Reid said, trying to sound as confident and leader like as he could, though it was hard when he didn't believe fully in his words, and with his fear of public speaking. He tried to think of this as a briefing. He was just giving a profile to a few cops.
"We.... we need ti stay on the beach. There is nothing we can do out there. If there if danger then we would just be running to our deaths. The best thing is to stay here and get everything ready. Rescue is on its way." Reid knew that the small speech wasn't much, but for the most part it seemed to get to many of the passengers. Several turned away and went back to what they were doing. Something Reid was thankful for. He wouldn't have been able to handle it if any of them ran off into the woods to get killed. Reid looked at Garcia and Krys hoping that they understood as well. "They'll be okay." Reid said softly knowing Krys' teammates were out three.
Reid wondered why they needed to shot in the first place. There had been over fire rounds fired off. That was almost one from each gun. Yet What could have been out there that they needed to fire at? Maybe it was an animal? That made the most sense. But what could be on an island in the middle of the ocean. Nothing seemed to come to mind, nothing big enough that needed five shots to kill it.
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Post by Krys Robin on Jul 17, 2009 15:58:23 GMT -5
“You all okay?”
"Fine. Just fine." Matt grunted as he got Kate up onto her feet and managed to hold onto her (in his effort he didn't at all notice her needle hole), keeping her body up from the ground. He could feel her shake and his grasp tightened, holding her up now with his upper body strength. "We need to get this woman back to the shore." He added with a bit of a grunt, nodding toward Kate which immediately one of the men stepped toward, holding her up between two of them.
Matt now had to get used to not having her weight on his body and rolled his shoulders back. God was he getting old. Though he was only 42 he constantly had to remind himself that he was nowhere near as energetic and youthful as he was in hisn twenties.
He heard the gunshot in the back of his mind, though he didn't turn to look. He didn't need to look to see that the deed had been done. He had to be harsh and firm with them so that they would eventually finish the job. He wasn't going to let a beautiful animal suffer like that. He had mercy in him for all creatures, human and otherwise and he couldn't let anything or anyone suffer. That was part of what drove him while many others sat down or quit. It's what made him irreplacable to many.
In seeing Kara sneak off he politely excused himself from the group. Politely being that with something as simple as a nod he moved past the people and through the slight bit of brush, his feet crushing on the old leaves on the forrest floor. Shoving his hands into his jeans pockets he found his thoughts drifting off to wonder what the heck did he think he was doing? This young woman probably didn't want to hear from anyone, let alone him.
Coming up behind her he tilted his head rather seriously. "You alright?" He cleared his throat, his voice had come out even more quiet than he had intended. "Back there you seemed a little shaken up." His voice was very soft. He didn't want to startle her. Finally, all those years around spooked exotic animals paid off.
Krys looked to Reid and Garcia who were talking amongst themselves and then to the group on the beach as a hole. Krys ended up tuning half of what they said out as her eyes drifted back to the woods. Her team was in there. Tori, Kate, Matt... Matt. She couldn't leave Matt out there. He was her friend, even more than that in a non sexual manner. He was like a big brother, or a fatherly figure. He had looked out for her time and time again and the one time he needed her she couldn't not be there for him.
"I need to go find my team." Krys told Spencer and Penelope in a panicked tone with worried eyes. She knew that her brain wasn't processing properly. She wasn't weighing all of the risks because right now, in her head, they didn't matter. That team was as close to a real family that she had ever know. They were her surrogate family and life, it was all she had. Her eyes shot back to the forrest. She wanted to go running into the woods, but she had been given orders by Matt to stay, and now by Spencer. She couldn't go against both of them.
Finally things became too much and she gave a loud grunt kicking the sand as she ran her hands through her hair in a frustrated state as she felt like her mind was ripping in two. She wanted to explode, even her face turned red as she shut her eyes tight trying to regain any little bit of composure as she walked down the beach away from the trees.
It was after a few initial steps that her soft voice could be heard as she spoke to herself aloud, doing the only thing she knew how to do to keep calm. This was: to rattle facts. "The male sea horse carries the babies and gives 'birth'. If you have 3 quarters, 4 dimes, and 4 pennies, you have $1.19. You also have the largest amount of money in coins without being able to make change for a dollar. In the average lifetime, a person will walk the equivalent of 5 times around the equator." This was when someone grabbed onto her shoulders and turned her around to face them.
"Odontophobia is the fear of teeth!" She exclaimed with widened eyes, her chest rising and falling nervously as she faced whoever had taken the time to try and see what was going on.
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Post by Kara Barnhill on Jul 17, 2009 18:00:20 GMT -5
"Back there you seemed a little shaken up."
Kara took a hand to wipe away a stray tear from her cheek before offering Matt a quick glance. "Yeah. Fine." She said shortly. In truth, she was not in the mood for any company. She felt positively horrid about everything that had just happened, and her temper was easy to ignite in such a state. She simply wanted to go back to the wreckage and curl up. But more than this, she did not wish to give the impression she was incapable of performing in this field.
She appreciated his concern, though did not wish to truly be disturbed. The first thing she had ever killed was a tiger; the chances of such a thing were astronomically low. How could she find herself getting such a hand? They had crashed, landed on a stranded island that shouldn't even have tigers, had to shoot and kill one to protect someone else...all within twenty four hours. What was going on?
Her mind was whirring, and because of this Kara didn't even make a move to really wipe away the fresh tears that were pooling in her brown eyes. She just felt so rotten. Maybe she wasn't cut out to be a profiler. Maybe the FBI was a bad fit, after all. Tori seemed perfectly fine. She chanced a look over her shoulder to take a look at the anthropologist. Matt was clearly well. Kara couldn't bring herself to look at him--she had seen the look of disappointment in his eye as to what had happened with the lovely cat that lay lifeless on the fallen leaves and grasses.
Was it just her?
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The two men had come in quickly. It seemed just as quickly everybody told them they were fine. A look passed between them upon seeing the tiger's limp form. Well, that was some excitement. Nothing that impressive had happened with them. At least they all looked okay. Other than Kate who seemed crumpled into herself with tears and Kara who had glided right by them both.
Tori spoke to them by name, though something was a bit off. "Rich? No. I'm Mike." One of them explained, and motioned over his shoulder. "That's Rich---" suddenly he frowned. "Jerry, where is Rich?"
It was then, Kara snapped her head around, clearing her mind of the foul thoughts that had come to her mind. "Isn't he with you?" She asked quickly. The two men looked to each other and then around the trees.
"He was right there, we heard the gunshots and took off." Jeremiah explained.
"Damn." Mike grunted. They hadn't meant to leave him alone. Was Rich trying to play hero?
Kara stepped back toward them, though truly she felt as if she didn't wish to go back to the others. Staying here, alone, would have suited her just fine. If anything foul happened to her, she was sure she deserved it. Taking an innocent life should warrant the worst of karma. "Backtrack. Keep your guns ready." She said softly. Was it even worth it? He had probably just wandered off on his own---he hadn't wanted a search team anyway.
Was she being paranoid?
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Garcia frowned. "Reid." The people seemed to be satiated; though quiet murmurs still rippled through the crowd. "What kind of animals live in the tropical regions?" She asked hesitantly. She wasn't entirely sure she wanted to hear it. Two of them had looked like children. Tori and Kara, was that there names? Oh, God!
Two people might have just died, and she couldn't even tell if she fully remembered their names. She flicked her eyes over to him, tears pooling behind her glasses. "Nothing deadly right? Sharks are the only thing thats deadly here right? And none of them were wearing red," she was rambling now, completely overtaken by nerves and fear.
It was then she heard Krys begin to ramble. She couldn't relate to the facts and knowledge that she was spouting out, but she could understand the need to comfort oneself. It was Reid that she needed to help her. They were a lot alike, after all. "Reid," she whispered and motioned toward the other analyst with a short flick of her head. "Why don't you go give her more facts," she offered quietly. It would keep both of them busy.
Garcia was a mother hen; she always worried. More than that, she was used to not having any interaction or way of knowing if the others were okay, what with her always being locked up in her computer lab. She could contain herself. For the time being. But dammit, they better hurry back. Because even the blonde felt as if she were to explode.
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Post by Dr. Spencer Reid on Jul 19, 2009 12:09:44 GMT -5
Kate watched as Matt walked over to Kara. Some how she felt betrayed by that. She wasn't that only one that needed help, but she was his partner. He wasn't even sure if she was okay, she hadn't said a word since the attack. She couldn't find it in herself to be mad at Matt, though, he needed to look after everyone, and it seemed to turn out that he had meet Kara somewhere else, and had some sort of bound with her. Instead Kate was mad at herself. It had been a foolish thing to push him away, and now she wanted his company and he wasn't going to give it to her because she had been such a jerk before. Maybe she deserved it. She was going to Hell after all, why not live in Hell while she lived. She didn't deserve Matt's help, his love. She could never give it back to him. So why ask for it?
Deciding that she had to stop being a baby then she stood, still a little to weak to stand on her own, so she leaned against a tree. Jerry, Mike, and Tori were just realizing that Rich wasn't there. By listening to their conversation Kate was able to understand that they meant something bad could have happened to him. With Matt still talking to Kara Kate move forward to get closer to the three. "Leasts go find him them." She said in a hoarse voice. Though it was hoarse it was strong, no signs that she had been crying in it. Though she looked terrible with tears still staining her face. Added to the blood all over her she looked like she was the walking dead. With out waiting for an answer, knowing that when Matt saw her he would pull her way and refuse for her to go, and she wasn't strong enough to fight with him now. So she was hoping that she could get by with out him noticing that she was going. And maybe Tori and the two boys wouldn't care if she went or not.
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Reid watched as Garcia became panicked. He knew that what she was asking was important. He also knew that there was no use in trying to lie to her about it. Running though all his memory he started to make a list, "Bananaquits, Cockatoos, Cormorants, Egrets, Finches, Herons, Macaws, Parrots, Black Noddy Tern," all of which were birds so far. "Capybaras, Giant Anteater, Giant Otter, Golden-headed Lion Tamarin, Muriqui, Foxs..." He said. The list could go one for ever. With out know right where they were he didn't know exactly what kind of animals there was around. So far none of them were that dangerous to humans. The were all actually quite small. Nothing you would need five gun shots to kill. Maybe it had been friendly fire? The two groups come together and thing that they are both other people and fire. Some how Reid doubted that would happen.
Looking over at Krys Reid knew that Garcia's urging him over was the right thing to do. Yet he didn't want to go. He didn't want try and talk to her. He didn't know what to say. In all his brilliance human "contact" was the hardest on him. Fact after fact Reid started to realize how upset she must have been. They were all really good, though. Softly Reid grabbed her shoulder. She shot around and harshly rattle off more facts. With kind thoughtful eyes Reid was silent for a minute. He was thinking about all the things that he had learned about krys and her team. After giving Krys his phone number Reid asked Garcia to do some looking up on her to find her phone number. She had done him one better by giving him all the files that they had on record for her and her several of the agents in Counter Terror, one of them being Matt. "Did you know that Matt got a near perfect score on his shooting test? That he has worked for the FBI for 20 plus years. That he has only been shot once in the line of duty. That he cares a lot about you, and would never let anyone kill him before he could tell you good bye?" He smiled weakly at the least fact. This was Reid's way of trying to make someone feel better. Something you never see, something that he hoped worked.
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Post by Krys Robin on Jul 19, 2009 14:22:56 GMT -5
Was it just him or were all of the females that he knew pushing him away? Did they hate him? Did he smell? Honestly it could be a mixture of both, he was a rather soft spoken man and the sun was beaming down on him so sweat was only natural. Still he gave each and every one of them the benefit of the doubt. They were stressed. Some had never been in this kind of situation before so it was only natural that they'd act out in certain ways that may or may not include: lashing out, isolation, or panic attacks. Still, even with all of these risks he'd do his best to see to it that everyone was alright. That was just the sort of man he was.
"You don't look fine." He noted in his quiet, gruff voice with a slight lowering of his head when he saw a tear slide down Kara's cheek. He wasn't trying to embarass her, in fact he was being as gentle as possible. Deciding not to dwell on prodding her for a response he reached to the edge of his torn sleeve and ripped it before handing it to the young woman to take. A makeshift tissue of sorts, better than a scratchy exotic leave any day, at least in his mind.
The young woman made no move to wipe them away. Did she even realize that she was crying? Matt only furrowed his brow for a moment before he held out the makeshift tissue in front of her face (though in not such a forceful manner that it could be deemed rude). He was just trying to help afterall. "You know, a guy can only do so much before he gives up and goes off to mope in a corner." A terrible joke if it even was one. His dark eyes were surprisingly gentle and he even attempted a smile though it came out awkward anyways. Matthew wasn't the cowering type but who knew, maybe the gesture would cheer Kara up.
As the group of men approached he automatically turned his attention on them, all business now though in the back of his mind he was counting his own 'team': Kara, Tori, Kate. Three, still three thank god.
"He was right there, we heard the gunshots and took off." Jeremiah explained.
"It's not going to do us any good to go deeper into this mess." He finally spoke up, finding it difficult just to go along with ideas when he knew what the outcome could be. Years on the police force and CT taught you a few things, but these people could ignore him if they wished, truth be told Matt would follow them anyway because he had this undying sense of loyalty flowing through his veins.
"There's a greater chance of us getting lost. If we head back to the beach and the others there's a good chance we'll find him that way." He somehow doubted that an airmarshal would go against everything he learned and, upong getting lost, go deeper into the woods. No, he'd head back to base no matter how proud he was. And this base, was the beach. "We need to get her back anyways." He added, referring to Kate, who looked even worse than when they had begun this ordeal.
She had been turned to face Spencer and yet her eyes didn't seem to focus and her brain didn't seem to click in who it was. Instead it whirred about as she continued to worry about her team (Kate, Matt, and Tori) and what could have happened to them. They were her family. Not the only one she had ever known, she had her real family but that had never been stellar, but these people were her home. They looked out for her and now they probably were in a crapload of trouble!
Her arms shook slightly within Spencer's hold and her bottom lip quivered. She wasn't crying but she certainly wasn't calm either and her billion dollar brain didn't seem to wish to slow down or even give her a little break. The reciting of odd facts kept her calm, it usually got her focused especially under high pressure situations and this certainly qualified.
"Cats sleep sixteen to eighteen hours a day. Mohammed is the most popular name in the world. The King of Hearts is the only king without a moustache!" Her eyes met with Spencer's as her chest rose and fell rather quickly during the silence, and as he spoke her breathing finally came down to a more normal, but still quite labored, pace.
"Did you know that Matt got a near perfect score on his shooting test? That he has worked for the FBI for 20 plus years. That he has only been shot once in the line of duty. That he cares a lot about you, and would never let anyone kill him before he could tell you good bye?"
Krys initially just stared with her brown eyes at the young man in front of her. At first she didn't say anything, stilled as she processed the information. Swallowing she finally spoke up, though soft at first until finally she found her old voice. "Yes. Yes. In the upper right chest and I know. He's all I have." After the rush of words she cleared her throat. "In that order." A weak little smile but it quickly faded as she descended from her tiptoes which she had risen up to when she was grabbed.
Still struggling to keep the normalcy behind her own voice she shifted a bit, uncertainly. "Did you know Mario, of Super Mario Bros. fame, appeared in the 1981 arcade game, Donkey Kong. His original name was Jumpman, but was changed to Mario to honor the Nintendo of America's landlord, Mario Segali." Her brow furrowed, still struggling but in a comedic sense. "Who names their kid Jumpman?" Trying her best to laugh or get a laugh in such an awful situation so she could feel vindicated and comforted in some allowable way.
After a few slower, but still heavy, breaths she gave a frown. Her voice quiet. "I need my team Reid."
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Post by Kara Barnhill on Jul 19, 2009 19:30:00 GMT -5
Kara's head turned, but only because she heard the sound of a sleeve ripping. She didn't pay it too much thought though, and instantly returned her eyes to the surrounding trees. This had to be the most inhospitable place for her to end up. She would have rather spent the entire evening with her jerk of a dance partner than be stuck there. On an island, coming to the realization she was a weakling. Can't take it. She thought to herself bitterly.
All of that school. All of those plans. Guess it was a good thing she never submitted a resume to the Bureau. She would have let them down. She grumbled inwardly over wasted time, and poor timing. Though, was it truly poor? She had not been on a mission and failed. Should Kara feel better that it was way before all of that she was shown as inadequate?
"You know, a guy can only do so much before he gives up and goes off to mope in a corner."
For a moment, Kara's eyes darkened, and she turned her head away. Matt was quite persistent, and for a moment she was wondering if this had been what it had been like when she had pestered him out onto the dance floor. Finally she looked back to him and took the ripped shirt sleeve, wondering off-handedly why he had offered it to her so. It was then she realized she was crying.
As if to make it worse! Not only would he see her as weak, but crying. Oh, this trip just kept getting better.
Thank God that attention was turned elsewhere. Not go after him? Like that was smart. "Why don't you take Kate back. Tori, too. If she's done." Kara offered, pulling out her gun again, and tucking the bit of sleeve she had been given into her pocket and tossing a sideways glance over to Matt, so it was clear who she was talking to. "That way, she can sit down---she needs to," she added pointedly. "And we can find Rich before it gets too late and dark to help him."
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"Yeah. I doubt they shot the giant otters." Garcia muttered, as Reid walked off. "And what the hell is a muriqui?" She added as she turned and walked away. She was going to let Reid and Krys alone. Both of them needed each other at the moment. She could keep herself busy for the time being. It was how she saved herself when she was alone in the office. That or texts to Morgan when they could be spared. Service here wouldn't let for that.
The radio sounded like a good thing to do. Just to keep her occupied. So, it was there the blonde waltzed off to. Facts could keep Krys and Reid calm. It was technology that kept her calm. There it was; the looming plane left from the wreckage. "Just get the radio working," she muttered to herself, over and over. "Okay. Let's go. Penelope Garcia versus Air Transmitter, round two."
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Post by Kate Saunders on Jul 20, 2009 12:29:32 GMT -5
Kate disliked how Matt and Kara were both trying to push her away. She knew she needed it though. She needed to go back to the beach and rest. Yet she didn't want to. She didn't want to be seen as weak. Much like Kara. Actually if Kate had knew what Kara was thinking she would have shouted at her, or something. Why did she think she wasn't good enough for the FBI? Was she blind? Did she not see Kate crying earlier, in the fetal position, and she was in the FBI right? The thing was, Kate didn't even know Kara wanted to be in the FBI, actually she already thought she was in it. After all she had never said she wasn't. And she had a gun and knew how to use it, though Kate's head hurt to bad to even think about the tiger now. She barely even knew that it had been shot.
Looking at the small group she wondered if Matt was going to take Kara's offer. She wasn't going to protest. Though she did want to try and prove herself more. Than again she most likely wouldn't last but another few minutes in the dense forest. "And what are you going to do, princess? Run off into the woods with the power boys?" Kate asked, trying to not be rude really. She knew that it wasn't a smart idea to go running off, since that's what Matt said. Somewhere deep down in her subconscious mind Kate knew that Kara just wanted to run off to try and prove herself, or something like that.
Another wave of sickness came over Kate and this time she was unable to hold back the vomit. Leaning away from the group, she throw up at the base of a tree. The lack of water and food made the experience that much worse. Suddenly she realized how stupid it had been running off into the woods, for all of them, with out water. Why hadn't anyone thought about that? She wished she had some now, as well as a chance to give herself another fix. Maybe the heroin would make her feel better, some how she doubted it right now. Leaning over the tree Kate stood still afraid that if she moved she would vomit again.
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Reid smiled inwardly at himself as he heard Garcia's comment. He would have answered what a muriqui was, but decided not to. Instead he listened to Krys. It hurt him so much to see her pain. She really missed her team, and wanted so badly to know that they were okay. The only think he could do was tell her that they were okay, and even then he wasn't sure if he believed it or not. he couldn't let her think that anyone of them were dead or injured though. Reid was amazed at how Krys cooped with the thought of the lose. With random facts. It was almost something he would do, but his wouldn't be to random. he would go on about statics that had something to do with the situation, either to try and prove that they were okay, it didn't always end up like that though.
She sounded so lost and scared. Reid sighed and softly hugged her and whispered in her ear. "I miss my team, too." It wasn't quite the same thing. Her team was out in the jungle, where there had just been gun shots. His team was in D.C. maybe on a case, maybe not. Either way as far as he could tell her team was in more danger than his. Then again they all were in more danger then his team. They were on an island, with several dead after a plane crash. The thought was frightening. Some how it seemed easier than anything else Reid had gone through, though, and he had been through a lot. This was one of the first times that he wasn't alone. The first time he was held hostage he was in the ER with Hotch, yet some how he felt alone in the room. Maybe it was because of the word Hotch had said, even though none of them had been true. Then there was when he was kidnapped and tortured. He had gone through the pain by himself, no one to help him. But now he was with Garcia and Krys and Kara, and Krys' team. Not to mention the twenty or so others.
"Listen, Krys, they'll be okay. Its the only thing you have to know. Just believe that they will be okay. Its the only thing you can do to keep yourself sane." He said softly. "Now, why don't we go find some water and food, I'm sure they will be thirsty when they get back." He said motioning to the plane.
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Post by Krys Robin on Jul 20, 2009 15:10:30 GMT -5
Kara was deliberately avoiding eye contact now, heck, any kind of contact. In fact right now Matt felt like she might as well just have pushed him into the ground. Her and Kate were both being extraordinarily difficult. Matt was a patient man but he wasn't just going to stand there and be ridiculed, ignored, or harmed in a mental sense. You offer your help and someone declines? You move away. Common sense. He wasn't going to push the matter anymore.
"No." Matt stood firm though he wasn't challenging the young woman. "We all go together. That's what's best." It was as simple as that. No sense in going trolloping off like sitting ducks if they split up like 'Scooby and the Gang'. That was just asking for trouble and it wasn't any sort that Matthew wanted to deal with. His back hurt. He didn't have the patience.
"No point in anyone playing hero." He added softly, not looking at anyone. It was odd coming from him because inadvertantly he always did so, without meaning to. But hey, he had to look out for the members of his 'flock' and right now that included Kara and these people that he barely knew. Yes, it even included the very stubborn Kate.
"Wherever we're going we all go together." Though Matt was by all accounts a 'tough guy' he secretly wanted to get back to the island. Kate wasn't feeling well, everyone was tired, and he couldn't help but be worried about Krys like a big brother or father might. There was just this undeniable feeling in his gut that he needed to get back, but he'd go where he was needed. Nothing more to it than that.
Krys had been a bit surprised when she was pulled into a hug... Only because she was rarely hugged, if at all. Her father had only ever hit her in the past, and now that he was a sober again they rarely even exchanged handshakes let alone full body gestures of affection. Her mother kept her distance, her younger siblings (two sisters and a brother) would chat but never touch her unless it was a playful fwap, Matt occasionally patted her shoulder. The man had given her a hug twice. Once when she was locked in the interrogation room from her charges for the first time and the other when she got a little too excited when he bought her a birthday present a year back.
Initially, her body instinctively tensed, unsure of what to do. It was all so unfamiliar to her, but slowly she eased into it, Spencer's whispered words coaxing her into giving him a light hug back (she doubted he wanted her to touch him anyways). Krys could be very caring and affectionate but unless caught up in the moment of her own care, she never let it happen out of fear that the other person would hate her for it.
"I want them back." She could feel his chest against hers, with every breath. Krys noticed the little things in rare moments of physical contact like this. Looking up her eyes widened slightly with another thought. "What if they don't come back?" Her brown eyes worriedly darted to the sand and she returned to her random facts before she could get too worked up. "Did you know Steve Martin was never an actual cast member of Saturday Night Live?"
"Now, why don't we go find some water and food, I'm sure they will be thirsty when they get back."
"Right." Krys had some difficulty swallowing but in the end she managed, acocmpanying that with a nod. "Right. Supplies. Food and water. Food and water. People can last 5 days without food 7 without water.. Food and water." That's when she realized it and with widened eyes she hurried across the sand, falling once or twice before she reached her stuffed to capacity messenger bag.
With a loud grunt she pulled it with both hands, just high enough for Spencer (and whoever else was near) to see what she had gathered from the airplane fridge that she had broken into. "Will this work?!"
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Post by Kara Barnhill on Jul 20, 2009 22:34:38 GMT -5
She had been doing well enough, now that she had realized she was crying and was wiping the tears away with the bit of ripped cloth Matt had given her, but almost immediately that changed.
"And what are you going to do, princess? Run off into the woods with the power boys?"
Now was not the time, in Kara's opinion, to begin dealing out nicknames and snide remarks. For a moment, Kara's soft and cheery brown eyes flashed something dangerous. She was in a poor enough mood already; names like that had no place here. Still, she simply crumpled the cloth piece in her hand, as if wringing out water and looked away. She said nothing, for indeed Kara could feel that if she opened her mouth she would have snapped. Her head hurt, she was purely distressed and all she wanted was to relax. For a moment the thought played in her mind she could simply walk right back to the plane right then and just breathe fresh air.
Though, as she turned to keep from glaring at Kate, she had found the tiger once more. Emotions swelled again. She couldn't just walk off like that. They all needed to stay together, for the sheer purpose of protection. If another tiger was out there, she would be no match for it alone---and she didn't want to have to kill something else today. She simply wanted to go home. Her eyes watered once more, and then she gave a soft grunt of frustration, balling Matt's sleeve fabric even tighter.
Had she known Matt had been offended by her earlier show, she would have been even more angered at herself. Surely she would not wish to cause him any unhappiness, but if she opened her mouth--even in the form of a sigh--she would just lose control. It seemed the control she had was already waning. Matt spoke of all going together, and Kara began moving off, to lead the way. "Then lets make it before dark." She managed to murmur, though there was more than a hint of her anger and frustration in her voice, as well as perhaps the sound of sadness.
Textbooks were one thing. Jungles were a whole different ball game; and it was a game Kara was not quite sure she understood. Fieldwork like this was few and far between where she was concerned. The other two men were right behind her, and Kara assumed that the rest were as well. It was in silence she kept moving, though it seemed to throw her deeper into despair and darkness. She just needed to keep moving.
"Here. I will lead the way," Jeremiah finally said aloud, and walked by Kara a bit. He remembered well enough where they had come from. The trick would be seeing if Rich was still there.
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Garcia had climbed back into the pilot's cockpit, and her own nerves were beginning to reach the point of break. She just wanted some sign that everything was going to be okay. Things happen for a reason. Was it to make sure Derek could actually catch a girl that wouldn't have to be jealous over the relationship they had? Was it so that someone who wanted her position could have it? Was she going to be able to see her parents again, simply because she had at one point wished they had never left her?
She had so many things she needed to do. So many people to help and save! She didn't like the feeling of needing the help. Garcia rather liked being in control of situations and being the aide. When she needed it...things were always horrible! Her parents' untimely deaths. Her date gone wrong. The second had turned out okay, simply because her team loved her enough to help her through it. Not to mention it was rather hard to refuse Derek Morgan's help, though whether it was really that he was persistent or that he was the hero every woman wished they had, Garcia couldn't tell. Either way, it had been her saving grace.
But where was Morgan now? Safe, back at headquarters. Where Penelope would want him, in all truth. It was really selfish to wish she could talk to him. Though, he was the person she was closest to--perhaps ever. He understood her, and she understood him. It was a bond on the team nobody else shared, except perhaps Gideon and Reid.
Gideon. Fleetingly she wondered how he was doing. Retiring had probably been a smart idea--otherwise, he might have ended up here. "Bet he's enjoying some tropical drink or something." Penelope grumbled as she began to fiddle with the dials once more. She just needed to stay calm enough to get this radio working. Oh, why hadn't they landed somewhere civilized?
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