The Secret's Out (Open to Any/All)

[Matthew Grimaldi]

OOC: I know this is going to sound weird but I'm going to set this AFTER the plane crash so everyone's characters already know one another and we don't have to do formal greeting stuff. If that means being vague on certain details of relationships and pasts I'll do it until things get sorted out. I also kind of expect this thread to be semi slow moving so I don't think it'll be a problem.))

So the Counter Terror Unit, parts of it anyway, were in the Quantico area. It wasn't for work however, it was more so for a walk through of the Bureau (which would take place tomorrow) so they could compare notes, equiptment, work ethic and other such things that most would rather avoid entirely. Matthew was one of those 'avoid-y' types. Even after the plane crash when he had met quite a few upstanding Quantico employees who were actually decent, he still couldn't bring himself to be jumping for joy when really he felt annoyed because he felt like a five year old on a school fieldtrip.

Matthew had actually been quite lackluster over the entire thing until Krys Robin, his team's data analyst, practically trapped him up against a wall in the airport behind his team (like Kate and Tori, both who walked rather fast like they were in a hurry or something). She all but thrusted a piece of paper in his face that went on to detail an outdoor music festival that started the day before and would carry on for another 2 days in the park. It was a free for all music festival and that meant anyone could play as long as you signed up for a slot.

Krys was really the only one, besides Matt's superior, who knew about his music and had actually watched him once or twice. Their relationship was an odd one. There was nothing sexual about it but there was a sense of care there but it wasn't big brother/little sister either, Matthew had a sister.. He used to have two. He didn't need that heartbreak again. It wasn't father/daughter either. Krys had a dad... She also had scars on her back.. She didn't need another dad. But whatever they were, whatever bond they had, worked for them, and it's what got Matthew on that stage around 9 PM.

Clutching his guitar he could hear the murmur of the crowd. A few whistles, some chants as he approached the mic. It felt weird to be there without his backup band (who lived in New York) and be standing there all by himself. He stepped toward the mic, then took a step back as if rethinking it. His throat suddenly felt very dry, but then he heard someone yell out his name and a rather loud 'whoo' and he knew it was Krys. A little chuckle emerged and he finally stepped toward the mic.

He had already promised her that he'd play her favorite song. She didn't know that she had inspired the tune, but some things were better left unknown. Didn't want her head getting too big. Then again, Matthew wrote about everyone he met. Half the people he worked with had songs inspired by them that they didn't even know about.

"So I uh... My name's Matthew." Yeah, that introduction was a little rusty. Just hearing his voice and words amplified around the park caused him to look up with his dark eyes. A few people cheered, obviously they didn't care who played as long as music was had. Something he certainly didn't mind. That meant he could play Twinkle Twinkle Little Star and he could get away with it.

"I'm gonna play this here guitar and sing a little bit. I don't think any of it's any good but my friends tell me otherwise." He gave a little bit of a smile and cocked his head. His hand ran up and down his guitar finally resting on a few strings and he strummed a few chords, just to test it out. "I usually play with my band but, this whole thing was kind of last minute..."

"Go Matthew!" Krys called out from the back of the lawn, sitting on a blanket that she had laid out, taking in the cool night air. Clapping her hands together encouragingly she laughed. This was exciting. A free concert and Matt was actually going to perform at a larger venue as opposed to the little music clubs he hung out at in the city. She couldn't tell if he was happy about that yet.

Thing was, he might not be happy with the fact that she invited Kate, Tori, and have of the Quantico Office without explaining quite why. She just have them a kind of cryptic 'you'll see' and hurried along her way. Now it was just the waiting game and she couldn't wait to see who would show up. Hopefully Matt wouldn't hate her *too* much.

"I uh... Promised to play this one song for a friend of mine so uh... Here it goes." And with that he took a small step back from the mic, his guitar pick necklace around his neck displayed prominantly on his upper chest, and he began to strum and play the song. Looking down at his guitar he watched his hands move across the strings with piqued interest before he stepped right up to the mic and began to sing.

He started out with his eyes closed, his hands doing all of the memorized work. But he couldn't very well open his eyes and see all of those people while he sang. He would have felt embarassed, best to get caught up in the song so you didn't worry about what people thought of you. And surely enough his foot began to tap, and then lifted with each powerful strum he chose to emphasize.

Slowly but surely he began to bounce in place and every word he sang got louder, more passionate, and much more confident.

**Here's the version of the song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=2B-U5J4q2Y0

[Toriann Daire]

Can't let the music stop, can't let this feeling end,

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'Coz if I do it'll all be over[/font][/size]
and I'll never see you again[/color]
| To - Ri - Ann | | Da - i - re |[/center]

Tori watched and listened eagerly as Matthew played Grey Street. Captivated by the tune and lyrics, the forensic anthropologist swayed a little. It was a pleasant tune, and somehow the lyrics reminded her greatly of the CT's technical analyst, Krys: "But they fall on deaf ears, am I supposed to take it on myself, to get out of this place, there's a loneliness inside her."

Speaking of which, where was that girl? The only reason Tori was sitting on the grass in her white sweater and jeans was because Krys had asked her to. It was pretty much a good thing anyway, because if not, Tori would be somewhere in her home office with a bunch of exploded bodies. And that is not where she wanted to be on a nice night like this.

Anxiously, Tori looked around for the twenty-one year old brunette. She spotted someone who resembled her, and she hoped it was Krys. She got up from the tiny hill she was seated on and got onto her knees, inching towards the girl she saw. Luckily, she had seen the right person and didn't speak to a stranger.

"Hey Krys!" she said enthusiastically, placing her hand on the teen's shoulder. "Queen of the lab and magical mystery solver here," she smiled. Turning to face Matthew again, she grinned at his performance. It was rather exciting to see a CT agent singing. "He's actually really good, isn't he?" she asked, impressed.

[Matthew Grimaldi]

"Hey Krys! Queen of the lab and magical mystery solver here."

Krys had been sitting on her own blanket as she listened to Matthew play her favorite song of his. Of course she had no idea it was inspired by her or she would have been far more still and nervous, watching everyone's reactions. But for now there was only bouncing. Krys knew which songs were about Kate, which were about that girl Kara he kept running into in the oddest places, heck even that young woman Tori had a song.. And speak of the devil there she was, hand on Krys' shoulder.

Luckily, since the crash, Krys wasn't as sore so she actually didn't pull away, though she was always awkward around human contact that she didn't initiate. Instead she turned her head around and gave the anthropologist a smile. "You came." Tilting her head she patted the side of the blanket so Tori would have a place to sit. "If you're Queen of the lab I get to be king." Then as an afterthought: "And I get to have a ton of affairs with guys because there is no way the two of us would ever work out."

Going up on her knees she retrieved the cooler she had brought with her containing snacks and drinks just in case everyone decided to show up. It was almost like a little reunion for the plane crash survivors. They had been through a lot together so, why not?

"Want a soda or a beer?" Krys inquired before looking back to the stage and showing her support. "YEAH MATT! GET IT!" Noticably Matt chuckled, which was good because that meant he couldn't see Tori which meant his secret life was still safe,

"He's actually really good, isn't he?" she asked, impressed.

"Yeah. Really good." Krys nodded, popping open a Pepsi. Just what the girl needed: More caffine. "He doesn't like people to know though, for some reason. I don't know." She shrugged her shoulders and took a sip of the cold, bubbly liquid. "I bet he could get signed if he wanted to."

Glancing over her shoulder she looked around the dark area. People everywhere, just having a good time. "Do you know if anyone else is coming?"

[Toriann Daire]

Can't let the music stop, can't let this feeling end,

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'Coz if I do it'll all be over[/font][/size]
and I'll never see you again[/color]
| To - Ri - Ann | | Da - i - re |[/center]

Tori smiled at Krys's reply: "You came."

"Of course I did," she said, the goofy grin plastered on her face. "I wouldn't want to miss a concert when I should be at home liquidizing bones." Ok, Tori needed to stop with the dead people jokes. She only knew one person who used to understand them, and even that old friend Gabby was sometimes clueless on what it meant. Was it her fault she was stuck with deceased bodies all day?
Tori thought about it. Actually, it was her fault. Way to go for a career path, kiddo. She thought to herself. Maybe if she had been something else she would have been more socially skilled. Maybe a career like her mother's... No. Mom's job was out of the question. Tori didn't like dressing up for any occasion, and being a model would be like personal hell.

"If you're Queen of the lab I get to be king. And I get to have a ton of affairs with guys because there is no way the two of us would ever work out."

Tori laughed at this statement, sitting down on Krys's blanket. As Krys offered the anthropologist a soda, Tori eagerly grabbed a can of Coke. Not very mature, but hey, twenty-four isn't an official oldie yet, now is it?

She listened intently as Krys explained about Matt. It was strange that even though he was such a good singer, he threw it away to be a CT agent. Tori understood slightly, working in the department was great. But wouldn't someone want to be solid rich and famous? Maybe most of the world was more humble than she thought.

"Hmm? Oh, I don't really know if anybody else is coming, but I could've sworn I saw a brunette walking around." Tori stated, referring to Kate. But then of course, a large number of people had brown hair. Even the person right next to her did. Heck, even she did.

[Kate Saunders]

In fact Kate was there. She had debated not going, after all she knew that Matt sung and had vowed never to listen to his music again. There was this odd feeling about it, like he saw more in the world then he even knew that he saw and wrote it into his songs. The one song she had heard had been a break up song but it had made her think of death and her own sadness, far from what a break up gave up. But in the end Kate couldn't no go, she loved his music far to much not to, even though she would never tell him that.

She was standing in the back, then, just listening to the song. She thought of Krys and how lost see seemed, something the young agent had noticed when they had been on that island, but it also, again related to her life more than anyone knew. Then again if she thought Krys was lost maybe they thought she was lost as well? She would never know. Since she plane crash Kate had let everything bounce back to normal, she was probably the only one that acted like it never even happened. If it was up to her it wouldn't have happened.

As the song ended Kate started to walk around deciding that if she was going to stay she might as well fit in and find Krys, if she didn't she would just feel like an idiot watching her co-worker sing by herself. It didn't take that long to find her, her being one of a kind. It seemed Tori had already gotten there but she was the only one, something Kate was glade about that. She really didn't want to see the others of the crash. She didn't want to remember it. Kate walked up to the two and with out say a word she sat next to Krys and looked to the stage.

[Matthew Grimaldi]

"I invited everyone I could. CT, BAU, a few strangers. I was a regular facebook invite." Krys teased with a bit of a laugh as she took another sip of soda, rising to her feet. Grey Street was her favorite song. It felt so upbeat, of course she knew the lyrics but she didn't overanalyze them. But they were kind of sad, and written for her and they felt so well for the secret past she had (though not so secret to Matthew). Be that as it may she began to sway back and forth, dancing, obviously not caring if she looked ridiculous or not.

"I figured that it was time for a Gilligan's Island Reunion get together. Course, Matt doesn't know that... Not yet anyways." A little troublemaking sort of smirk as Matthew wrapped up his song and people burst into cheers. Krys did her best to whistle, but she could not, so she took to yelling out his name and jumping around.

As Matthew went about anouncing his next song it seemed that Kate had tried to sneak into the group, and she would have done a decent job of it too if it hadn't been for Krys' wandering eye. "Hey. You found us. Awesome." Krys offered with a bit of a smile. Lately she couldn't get over the feeling that Kate despised her. Be that as it may she'd still try to be kind to the woman. If Matthew could put up with it nonstop she certainly could. She was much more stubborn than the man anyhow.

Now Matthew had begun to play 'Everyday' and Krys was already thrusting her upper body into the cooler. Holding out a soda for Kate. "He's got a half hour slot and he's already played Grey Street. This one is called Everyday." She explained before going up on her toes eagerly. It was nice to get out of work once in a while and appear semi-normal, as much as she could anyways. "Did you hear from anybody else?"

www.youtube.com/watch?v=YAf7h7DSF_A

[Toriann Daire]

Can't let the music stop, can't let this feeling end,

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'Coz if I do it'll all be over[/font][/size]
and I'll never see you again[/color]
| To - Ri - Ann | | Da - i - re |[/center]

Sipping her soft drink, Tori smirked at Krys's retort. She smile distantly and rolled her eyes. Maybe a few of the strangers around here was told by Krys. Who knows. Toro could almost imagine Krys running around the streets shouting: "come and see Matt's performance!!!"

From the corner of her eye, Tori could just make out the faint figure of Kate sit down beside her and Krys. Huh. So she had come. Tori lifted her hand as a simple and barely noticeable wave, and muttered an inaudible 'hi'. She was a little too focused on Matt's song.

"Pay no mind to taunts or advances, I take my chances on everyday."

Tori, by now, was greatly interested in Matt's music. He was so talented, and he hadn't bother tell anyone. She wondered what inspired the man with his music. Krys? Kate? She pursed her lips. Somehow she felt uneasy. The lyrics gave her this itch that said, 'hey, go out and live a little!' Thinking, Tori said to herself, "I am living, aren't I? I'm breathing air..."

Was Tori really satisfied with her current life? She had to be. Hadn't she? Shoving the thoughts away she took a huge gulp of her Coke. "It's like his songs mirror his life," she thought out loud. And every other person's life that had ever had troubles.

[Kate Saunders]

Kate looked over at Krys as she said hi. She knew that she had been mean to her since the plane crash. It was hard not to be. So much had happened on that island. So much that Kate just wanted to forget. And that made her a little more irritable then before meaning she took it off on those around her, and she was already so mean to Matt as it were she couldn't bare to hurt him even more so she took it out on Krys and some other CT agents that had already hated her. She decided then and there that she was done being mean to Krys tonight. She had still invited her and was trying to be her friend so why should she be mean.

Smiling she looked at Krys and said, "Hey, I'm not if anyone else will be here... I haven't really kept in touch." She said a noticeable shiver going down her spine. With that she turned back to the stage where Matt was starting to play his next song. Everything seemed to melt away with the song of the lyrics. This was a happier song one that Kate really liked. Looked at Krys and Tori. Tori was talking about how his songs where so meaningful. Kate thought back to that day in the car when she had heard the break-up song and it reminded her of her life. There was something that Kate couldn't understand. How could simple words mean so much to them?

"I know what you mean." Kate replied half heartily watching Matt on the stage. He seemed to at ease up there, something Kate hadn't seen before. Something that he rarely did on the job. It was a wonder to Kate that he could be singing in front of thousands of people he didn't know and yet seem more at ease then he was letting her listen to his CD in his car. Why would that be? Did he really hate her that much?

[Krys Robin]

Krys had always genuinely enjoyed Matt's music, and not because there were songs inspired by her either. Of course those tended to be her favorite ones, but half of them (like anyone else Matt wrote about) she didn't even know were about her! Matt was very selective in telling her what songs were about her, especially with some of the serious topic matter. But Krys always seemed to gravitate to them anyways, and this was something that made him smile, though he could never tell her why.

Turning her gaze to the side Krys spotted the expressions on Tori and Kates' faces which caused her to smile knowingly. They liked his music and they seemed in awe that Matt was even singing! She didn't need to be a profiler to know that. "Really good, right?" Krys commented with a bit of a smile before looking back to Matt. "He's gonna hate that I told you guys though.." She warned quietly before wrapping her arms around her legs and taking in the music.

"Grimaldi writes songs about everybody he meets. Everyone at CT has a song." Krys went on to explain as Matt prepared to play the next song which the audience seemed excited for. Krys never knew Matt's set lists, she doubted that he even knew until he got up there, so it was always a surprise what he played.

"I hope the others come." She went on, practically bouncing in her spot. "I sent Garcia a huge email and I figured she'd get it out to everyone else.." Of course everyone else was Spencer Reid, one of the few friends outside CT that Krys actually had but lately it didn't feel like it. They never contacted one another and on the island he seemed busy, not that she blamed him. Perhaps he had given her the card just to be nice, or to get her to leave. She couldn't be angry about it, it made sense. It was smart actually. "I then hacked into that lecture database at the college and found that dancer girl's email. Won't she be surprised." A proud little smile on Krys' behalf, relishing in her own feats.

Upon hearing a certain chord on the guitar she turned to look at Kate with a bright smile despite the night. "This one is yours." In catching her facial expression Krys' own smile began to fade, a bit worried. "You didn't... know?" The data analyst swallowed and turned back to look at the stage. Oh, she was going to get it, this much she knew.

Matt's song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=XN49ItjyqTI

[Derek Morgan]

S.S.A. Derek Morgan was sitting on the grass in a park, listening to music. Weeks ago, when asked what he would be doing on this particular day, this would not have crossed his mind. Perhaps he'd have been working on a case, perhaps flipping channels in his apartment. However, Garcia had sent out a group email, one asking them all to join her here at the park.

And just how was he going to resist that?

He'd brought a fruit salad, too - strawberries, blueberries and watermelon. It was store-bought, Pathmark, 7.99, but he'd brag that it was homemade. It wasn't as if his team wouldn't know the truth; Morgan didn't have time to sit around and chop up fruit into tiny bits and arrange them in pretty positions. Long phone conversations about nothing with Garcia, yes. Fruit arrangements, no.

Dark eyes took a look around the park as he popped a peice of watermelon into his mouth, unable to wait for the rest of his team to arrive. Some ways away, on the stage, Matt was singing and playing guitar. This was the reason for his arrival, he assumed now. The plane crash, a reunion. Gilligans Island. He was a profiler, after all. He'd enjoyed that show until recently.

[Penelope Garcia]

It had taken Garcia a bit longer to get out on her half day than she would have liked. Something a little extra had come up, and of course, it had consumed an hour or two of her precious time to go home and nap. She would want as much energy as she could muster for that evening. A music concert of sorts.

Her friend Krys Robin had sent out a rather secretive, but exciting e-mail asking her to send it to all of her contacts in the BAU to get them out there. She didn't say why, just that she would not want them to miss it. So, Garcia had sent one back telling her she would be there, and that the e-mails were going to be sent out as soon as she finished writing the reply. It had been done.

Still, her nap had taken much longer than she would have liked...and by the time she was awake, the concert had started. She had rushed around to get ready, and flown out of her apartment with all speed. It had been quite a remarkable drive over---the woman was lucky she didn't get pulled over for speeding, this time---but she found herself quite comfortable at the park. She grabbed a small blanket, and a small brown paper bag with a nice juice pouch, an apple or two and half a sandwich.

But now...where to go? She was sure that the others of her team, or at least those that were coming, would be there already. So, without much hesitation, she surveyed the area. The eyes behind her glasses brightened into a large smile upon seeing one, Derek Morgan, seated comfortably in the grasses. It was there she took off to.

Part of her was disappointed that he was the only one that was there. Though the other half of her was quite alright with that. As she approached, she readied the blanket to be dropped onto the grasses. "Hey there, Superfox." She grinned, pleased with her little remark and nestled down into the grasses. She set her bag down next to her, but didn't reach for it just yet. "Glad you could make it!" She chimed.

Suddenly, her eyes went to the stage. Was that Matt? The guy from the island incident. Oh, it was! She beamed a bit. That must have been what Krys wanted them all to see. "Hey, isn't that Matt?" She asked aside, as if trying to make sure her glasses weren't failing her. Oh, but Garcia was never wrong.

[Dr. Spencer Reid]

((ooc: You know what, I can't wait for Tori o post any long. I'm sorry I'm breaking 'protoctal' but this is Kate's song and not Morgan is here so I can bring in Reid. Sorry Tori. ))

Kate wasn't really paying much attention to Krys. She heard that everyone had a song, but she really didn't care. Sure she wanted to know what her song was and all. But she never thought that she would even find out what song was hers. Instead she was wondering what songs were others, like Krys. Kate kind of figure that the first one had been Krys', but then with out anyone telling her she couldn't be to sure. The second one she couldn't really think of anyone, maybe John from Counter Terror, but then she wasn't to familar with anyone else.

Then Krys chripped and declared that this one was her's. Wide eyed Kate looked at Krys. Butterflies swarmed her stomach and she suddenly didn't want to listen. She wasn't sure she wanted to know what he thought of her now. yet she couldn't turn away and not listen. She just had to hear.

'Don't hide away, like an ocean, That you can't see but you can smell, And the sound of waves crash down' Right away the first set of lyrics got to her. She always hid never let anyone in (Which was a good line for a song. ). That was who she was. And here Matt was asking to be let in. 'Is where you are is where I belong. I do know, where you go, is where I wanna be.' what was that suppose to mean. Did that mean that he thought she was in a better place than he was. And all this time she had been thinking he was better then she was. Maybe he meant that she acted more like herself, or didn't care what others thought of him. That was the only thing she could think of becuase as far as she was concerned her life sucked, and she would never want anyone to be where she was.

'Where are you going? Where do you go? Are you lookin' for answers to questions under the stars? Well if along the way you are growin weary, you can rest with me Until a brighter day, you're ok.' That was the part of the song that she really liked. She felt that it was the one part that made total sense. She was lost and wondering not knowing where she was going. And Matt had just promised that he would always be there. That is she got tired she could count on him. It was the nicest thing that he could ever say, even though he said it all the time in real life. The way he said it there was like I need to take care of you, and here it was more like I want to be there when you fall. Some how it was totally different.

Kate just stared at the stage watching Matt pour his soul into the music. She could just see what was going through his head. All the stuff that they had gone through. Everything they had done as partners. She wanted to talk to him. Force him to tell her about the song. Explain it to her. And tell him she liked it. She owned him that much. Unable to speak she continued to look at the stage unaware of anything else going on around her.

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Reid hadn't been sure he was going. But with the thought of seeing Krys some more and seeing Matt on a stage singing was to much for him to pass up. He was also expecting to see garcia and maybe others of his team. The BUA with the CTU, that would be fun. So Reid got there. Once there he wasn't sure where to go. He looked around for a moment trying to find someone he knew. Amazingly it was Morgan that caught his eye first. Smiling Reid started through the crowd. Unlike Morgan Reid didn't bring anything, not knowing what to bring. It wasn't like he was that good of a cook, though Gideon had taught him. But he didn't have time to through together anything he could bring to a park. So he just went.

"Morgan." he called when he was a few feet away and waved his hands a little trying to get his attention. He didn't want to cause to much of a destraction, though, becasue Matt was singing. Some how he thought that he had kind of failed in that area.

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[Krys Robin]

Matt stepped up to the microphone as people cheered and applauded. A few yelled out their praises, clearly intoxicated but Matt handled it all in stride, giving an inaudible chuckle. He adjusted the guitar that was strapped across his chest. Despite having played a few long songs and well filling up his time quota, time actually flew by and it felt like he had just managed to push himself up there. Ah well, he knew he had to leave so might as well leave them enjoying it.

"I'm gonna play one more if that's all fine and good with you people." He mumbled into the microphone, never having been a huge public speaker except in undercover missions where he got to pretend. It was humorous in a way, he almost looked like a bashful little boy standing behind the mic, the way he lowered his head and gave a sheepish smile with every word. So unlike the Matthew at the Bureau who was constantly working.

That's when he caught it. A glint of pink and sparkles and he felt his jaw slightly unhinge. Krys caught this and glanced over her shoulder, trying to follow Matt's gaze to see what he was looking at. Matt Grimaldi immediately spotted Penelope with Special Agent Derek Morgan. There was no mistakening the two of them and suddenly he felt his heart fall and with a frown he turned his head to directly look at Krys (even in the midst of so many people!). He had skills for sure, especially when it came to Krys Robin.

Krys purposely avoided his gaze, looking shyly away and Matt could only glance back to the growing crowd in little splotches among the group. He saw Derek, Penelope, Spencer.. And then he saw Counter Terror people... Krys, Tori, Kate... Oh god.. OH GOD! His fingers ran absentmindedly over the strings of his guitar, unable to process anything for a moment until someone called out for him to play something.

Blinking he brought himself back to the real world and nodded, purposely looking down he made his left hand strum the guitar and went into his final song.

"I am in so much trouble right now." Krys declared aloud in a soft voice as she stared at the stage with her jaw partially parted. Matt didn't look exactly thrilled, but at least she was certain that he wouldn't do anything too drastic in front of all of these people.

So Damn Lucky: www.youtube.com/watch?v=9HaMLF4GQQU

[Toriann Daire]

Can't let the music stop, can't let this feeling end,

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'Coz if I do it'll all be over[/font][/size]
and I'll never see you again[/color]
| To - Ri - Ann | | Da - i - re |[/center]

(OOC: Lol, no problem Reid, I know I took a little too long. XD)

Matt wrote songs about everyone he met? And everyone in CT had a song? Tori wondered if that directly meant her, since she wasn't always in CT, although it was her number one priority.

Counter Terrorism most of the time meant bombs, and bombs meant dismembered bodies, and dismembered bodies meant uncertain victimology, and that meant needed discovery, which in the end meant a need for a forensic. Besides settling with CT most months, Tori and a few of her forensic pals were kinds like nomads, in a strange way: skipping from department to department.

"I'm gonna play one more if that's all fine and good with you people."

Tori was sipping up the last drops of what was once her drink, staring straight ahead and ignoring any sort of conversation beside her, that was, until Matt had spoken that line. He seemed worried somehow, all of a sudden. Following his line of sight, Tori noticed Garcia, Morgan and Reid a little way back. She smirked as Krys implied that she was going to be dead anytime soon. "I guess I could use a guinea pig..." Tori stated, raising her eyebrow at the technical analyst.

She turned her attention back to the three faces she had seen earlier. Frantically, she began to wave at them like a deranged maniac. She got up and sprinted over to the three BAU members, excited to see the Gilligan's Island pals over there in the park. "Garcia! Reid! Morgan! Hi!!" the anthropologist said, still standing up, but at their side as not to block their view of Matt. She pointed her index finger to where she had left Krys and Kate. "We're sitting over there, wanna come over?"

It was obvious that Tori sounded a little too happy, but after going through quite an amount of time on a deserted island with a killer together, it was quite certain you could count on people like them, right? She turned back toward the stage and shook her head. Man, now she could have something more to talk about than dead things, and it involved someone who was very much alive.