Post by Kara Barnhill on Aug 10, 2009 13:50:03 GMT -5
Everybody rushed up all at once.
Half of Kara was completely thankful. After all, that meant they had been missed. Though, part of her was a bit saddened that she wasn’t a permanent member of the team. Not yet, anyway. Someday, maybe she would be missed enough to be given a hug upon her return. The beach sand was cool, already having relinquished the heat of the sun. It was almost nighttime, and perhaps one of the only good thing about crashing horribly on the island was going to be the fact that they would be able to see the stars and moon quite brilliantly.
As a city girl, that didn’t happen often. Though, she had been able to make time once or twice to do it in Virginia. Stars were truly lovely. Though, how lovely could such things be if they are overshadowed by such terribleness? One of their armed passengers was dead. All of them? They had been attacked by a tiger. What could possibly help them now? Clear thought. That’s what would help them.
Okay. Had the other men been lying when they said they had run off and left Rich behind? If they had, could they be the killers? She flicked her eyes over to them. No…even with her new profiling skills she was able to see they were perfectly truthful. So then…the only inhabitant of the island was armed with a gun? Not just any gun. A silenced one. She thought back on it, and the brunette couldn’t even recall the gunshot from over there.
What could that possibly mean? That the killer had been there the entire time? What reason could a killer possibly have in living on a deserted island? It seemed unlikely that out of all the islands out in the middle of the ocean---Kara wasn’t an expert geologist or anything, but it seemed to be common sense---that they would happen to fall on one like that by mere chance.
Had they been targeted? Or was it chance that the FBI plane had been brought down?
--
Penelope watched Kara’s face silently as the curly-haired girls face seemed to flit through a few emotions that Garcia recognized; thoughtfulness, a bit of fear, and then confusion. What on earth was going through her mind?
She changed her gaze then to watch all of the returning faces. Krys seemed to be extremely relieved to be back with Matt, and Matt seemed equally as relieved. Though, he was surely in pain. His face had contorted and twisted to show that. Tori seemed a bit thoughtful herself, and the others returning were just as wary as Kara was being.
Now, Garcia was no profiler. But even an idiot could have seen that something was wrong there. She turned her eyes to Reid for a moment and narrowed her eyes in question. What happened out there? She wasn’t the stand-in leader. That was Spencer. She hoped simply that he would ask that very question. Though, probably not until the others had cleared and it was only their team left around. No sense in worrying everybody.
Half of Kara was completely thankful. After all, that meant they had been missed. Though, part of her was a bit saddened that she wasn’t a permanent member of the team. Not yet, anyway. Someday, maybe she would be missed enough to be given a hug upon her return. The beach sand was cool, already having relinquished the heat of the sun. It was almost nighttime, and perhaps one of the only good thing about crashing horribly on the island was going to be the fact that they would be able to see the stars and moon quite brilliantly.
As a city girl, that didn’t happen often. Though, she had been able to make time once or twice to do it in Virginia. Stars were truly lovely. Though, how lovely could such things be if they are overshadowed by such terribleness? One of their armed passengers was dead. All of them? They had been attacked by a tiger. What could possibly help them now? Clear thought. That’s what would help them.
Okay. Had the other men been lying when they said they had run off and left Rich behind? If they had, could they be the killers? She flicked her eyes over to them. No…even with her new profiling skills she was able to see they were perfectly truthful. So then…the only inhabitant of the island was armed with a gun? Not just any gun. A silenced one. She thought back on it, and the brunette couldn’t even recall the gunshot from over there.
What could that possibly mean? That the killer had been there the entire time? What reason could a killer possibly have in living on a deserted island? It seemed unlikely that out of all the islands out in the middle of the ocean---Kara wasn’t an expert geologist or anything, but it seemed to be common sense---that they would happen to fall on one like that by mere chance.
Had they been targeted? Or was it chance that the FBI plane had been brought down?
--
Penelope watched Kara’s face silently as the curly-haired girls face seemed to flit through a few emotions that Garcia recognized; thoughtfulness, a bit of fear, and then confusion. What on earth was going through her mind?
She changed her gaze then to watch all of the returning faces. Krys seemed to be extremely relieved to be back with Matt, and Matt seemed equally as relieved. Though, he was surely in pain. His face had contorted and twisted to show that. Tori seemed a bit thoughtful herself, and the others returning were just as wary as Kara was being.
Now, Garcia was no profiler. But even an idiot could have seen that something was wrong there. She turned her eyes to Reid for a moment and narrowed her eyes in question. What happened out there? She wasn’t the stand-in leader. That was Spencer. She hoped simply that he would ask that very question. Though, probably not until the others had cleared and it was only their team left around. No sense in worrying everybody.