Going Down
Sadly, I Do Not Own Criminal Minds, and please let it be know; I LOVE SPENCER REID~!
Summary: The team had just finished a pretty bad case and were on the Jet flying their way back home when it happened. The plane crashed. With no means of contacting anyone for help, how will the team fare? Especially since all of them are hurt to some degree.
Character(s): Hotch, Morgan, Rossi, JJ, Emily, Reid, OC! Pilot, and OC! CO-Pilot, Few necessary OC's.
Waring(s): Language [cursing], blood, Injuries. vomit, character death [not anyone you'd think], stubbornness, hallucinations, etc...
Chapter One: Strong Turbulence?
The team had just finished a pretty bad case, 37 year old Johnathan McKinley abducted four 'In the closet' teenage boys and beat them to death as surrogates for how his own father had beaten him when his father learned he was gay, it took another boy getting kidnapped and almost killed for them to locate Mr. McKinley and stop him in time. After a full four days on the case the team were finally heading back home, it was about two hours into the flight when things started to go wrong.
"What the hell?" Morgan, who was leaning back in his seat peacefully listening to his music, muttered as the Jet gave a sudden violent lurch causing him to jerk to the right into Emily who sat next to him.
"Turbulence?" Emily questioned, readily buckling her seatbelt and nodding when Morgan did the same, "Hey you guys! Buckle up!" Emily called out to her other teammates;
Hotch was sitting across the isle with Rossi in front of him, and JJ who was sitting in front of Emily and Morgan had already gotten buckled. It was Reid however who made no move to get buckled, considering he was asleep laying out on the couch by the cock-pit.
"Reid! Come on man, wake up and go get buckled!" Morgan called out as the Jet lurched to the side once again, he was seriously about to get up and move Reid himself when Reid decided at that moment to wake up.
"Wha?" Reid yawned rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
"Reid, get in a seat and get buckled." Hotch ordered, his eyes not once looking away from the window.
Confused but willing to do as he was told, Reid stood up but stumbled as the Jet began tipping.
"Gah..." Rossi clenched his eyes shut.
Frowning, Reid slowly regained his balance and made his was to the back of the Jet, just as he was about to sit down the Jet all but flipped as Reid was thrown back tripping over the seats in the other isle and slamming against the window and wall. Distinctly he heard his name being called, but the sudden pain in his head made him ignore it as darkness took over.
It was as Reid began trying to force his eyes open and not cry out at the pounding in his skull that he realized something was seriously wrong. He was asleep on the couch but then...Morgan had been calling him, waking him up. And the Hotch had ordered him to get in a seat and get buckled? Only Reid remembered he didn't get the chance to get buckled, just as he was ready to sit down the Jet...crashed? Reid's eyes snapped open and he began to panic, Where were the others? Were they okay? Did they get hurt? How had the Jet crashed?
It wasn't until he tried to sit up from wherever the hell he was laying that Reid realized how much pain he was in.
Not only was his head pounding, and from the warm wetness he felt dripping down the side he was definitely bleeding, but it hurt to breath or even try to lift himself up. So that mean he probably had a few bruised or even cracked ribs. And his left wrist was absolutely killing him.
Knowing that he couldn't just lay there and wait for help to arrive ever so slowly Reid turned himself over onto his stomach and after pausing for a few seconds to catch his breath Reid began to push himself up. wincing at the pressure on his definitely sprained wrist, onto his knees. With wide eyes Reid realized that he was surrounded by large pieces of the Jet torn apart all around him and he was partially outside of the second half of the Jet, and looking down he saw his arms and pant legs torn from the glass and bits of metal all around.
Unsteadily raising to his feet, Reid walked out of the back end of the Jet and onto the ground in front of him. From the looks of it, they had crash landed somewhere with a lot of trees and little civilization around them.
More then a little unnerved by the fact that he couldn't see where the front half of the Jet was, feelings of panic and unrelenting concerned flooded through him at the thought of what had happened to the rest of the team.
Far slower then he wouldn't liked, Reid set off walking in what he hoped was the right direction but was beginning to believe was the wrong was after all seeing as he had yet to see a single sign of the rest of the Jet or of anything really besides enough trees, to not really consider a forest but was certainly more then average, and dirt. It wasn't until he turned slightly about to head back the way he came that he even saw the front of the Jet laying a couple of feet away on its side. Reid felt sick as he walked closer and noticed the Pilot hanging half-way out the window of the cock-pit staring into nothing with his eyes wide open and blood pooled around him, dripping down the metal of the Jet, the Pilot was clearly dead. Reid hoped for the man it was a quick death where he hadn't felt anything.
Bracing himself for what he might see once he entered the other half of the Jet, Reid made his way limping forwards, praying to whatever god was listening thathe wasn't about to walk in and see his entire team's, his family's, corpses laying there coated in blood.
The first person Reid saw as he made his way inside was JJ. Her seat was torn up from the Jet and was laying in the middle a couple of feet from where it originally was. Gulping loudly in the eerie silence of the plain Reid made his way over to her still, too still, form and shakenly placed two fingers to her neck, searching for a pulse. It was with a relieved sigh that Reid noted her pulse was steady and indeed there, if not a bit fast. With a grim set to his brows, Reid took in the injuries JJ had, it was quite obvious that she had a broken ankle and more then likely a concussion with the dark bruise rapidly forming across her forehead. Softly promising to come right back and her over more carefully, Reid stood back up and made his way to the next closest person. Hotch.
Considering this part of the Jet crashed on it's side Reid wasn't too surprised to see that Hotch would be laying on his side on the ground but that didn't stop the panic from flaring once more as he saw the blood spread out around Hotch's body. Moving quicker Reid made his way to Hotch's side and first checked for a pulse, which he was beyond glad to find, then he slowly unbuckled Hotch and gently lifted him up off the ground. Reid wanted to cry out at the pressure Hotch's weight put on his ribs, and his wrist but didn't, he couldn't not now when his team needed him.
"...R'id?"
Looking down Reid saw Hotch staring at him as though he wasn't really there, and deciding to speak before Hotch tried to say anything else or even worse try to move Reid said, "Yeah it's me, listen Hotch the Jet crashed. You're hurt so please don't try to move okay? I'm going to try and move you to the back of the Jet...or what's left of it."
Hearing the last bit of what Reid said Hotch's head snapped back up in alarm and stared at him in growing horror, "What?"
Realizing what he made it sound like Reid quickly added, "It's okay! The team's all in this half, I already found JJ, she's near the back, but she's alive Hotch. I need to get you back there and look for the others."
Hotch nodded and looking towards the back he saw JJ's body laying there just where Reid said she was, "L...Let's go." Hotch leaned away from Reid, taking most of his weight off of him, but was startled when Reid suddenly tightened his grip and pulled him back towards him,
"Don't move!"
Freezing Hotch stared at Reid awaiting a explanation but not receiving one, instead Hotch took in Reid's panicked gaze and followed his line of sight to see he had almost walked right into a dark skinned hand...a hand. Slowly looking up the length of the hand then the arm, Hotch's gaze stopped on the bloody face of one of his Agents. Agent Derek Morgan.
Hotch's eyes widened in shock and horror, "Oh my god..."
"Hotch."
"Hotch come on!" Reid uncharacteristically snapped, "I can't come back and get Morgan until I get you to where JJ's at!"
Snapping out of his shock Hotch realized Reid was right and nodded before allowing Reid to guide him around Morgan's arm and all the broken glass before finally stopping a foot from where JJ laid still strapped in her seat. Settling Hotch down to lean against the wall, or the ceiling of the sideways Jet, Reid quickly said, "Keep an eye on her for me? Try to wake her up, I'll go get the others."
Not even awaiting an response from his boss Reid quickly shuffled his way back towards where he found Hotch he was about to try and figure out a way to get Morgan down when he heard a loan groan from somewhere to his right. Following the groan Reid moved a little ways past there to find Rossi with his eyes open looking blearily around him but was still strapped into his seat across from where Hotch had sat.
With a small smile Reid leaned down and quickly unbuckled Rossi, silently glad he didn't have to worry about finding a pulse or not, "Don't move okay?" Reid frowned when he saw the large gash going down the side of Rossi's face and the pain pinched look Rossi gave him.
"What happened?" Rossi asked rasping, wincing as it hurt his throat to speak but he did as Reid said and did not move.
"The Jet crashed," Reid explained, "So far you, JJ and Hotch are the only ones I've managed to get to so far. I was about to go get Morgan but then I heard you, I need to get you back to Hotch and JJ, okay?"
Hesitantly Rossi nodded, he was still reeling from the fact that the Jet had actually crashed. Biting his lip so hard that it bled, Rossi was able to keep himself from crying out as Reid began to try and lift him up off from his seat. Realizing that Reid was having trouble with lifting him Rossi took a deep breath in before pushing himself up and stumbling to his feet.
"Watch out for the glass, and...and Morgan..." Reid murmured.
"Morgan?" Rossi repeated in confusion.
"...Uhh...l-look up." Reid stuttered, looking up himself with Rossi doing the same.
A string of curses left Rossi's mouth as he took in the site of Morgan's body held in place by his seatbelt with his arm hanging down just in front of Reid and Rossi.
"Rossi, we need to hurry." Reid said impatiently as Rossi was still cursing up a storm.
"I know. I know," Rossi shrugged Reid off and stood on his own tow feet, "Let me help you get him down, I know for damn sure you can't lift him on your own."
"What? No!" Reid shot down the offer immediately, "You're hurt!"
Rossi raised a brow at Reid incredulously, "Last I checked so are you."
"Huh?"
Now concerned at Reid's apparent...lack of knowledge regarding his own injuries, Rossi gestured towards Reid's head. At least half Reid's face was coated in blood, but what worried Rossi was the amount and he couldn't see where it was coming from.
"Oh!" Reid shook his head and smiled in what he hoped was a convincing manner, "I'm fine, no dizziness, feelings of nausea or anything. Besides head wounds have a tendency to bleed a lot."
"...fine." Rossi conceded, allowing the matter to drop for now, "I'm still helping you get him down though."
"Okay. Just...wait a sec okay?" Reid bit his lip and eyed Morgan for a bit before unsteadily climbing up on Hotch's preivious seat in order to reach Morgan easier.
"Careful." Rossi said when Reid slipped twice trying to get the right footing to allow him to reach Morgan's seatbelt.
"I know!" Reid sighed, "Just get ready to help ease him down alright?"
Rossi didn't reply but out of the corner of his eye Reid saw Rossi position himself directly under Morgan and had his arms reached out ready to catch Morgan the moment Reid unbuckled him.
Reid winced as some of the fading sunlight glinted off of the window and shined directly into his eyes, but he ignored it and instead focused on the seatbelt mere centimeters from his fingers.
"Reid. Watch your step." Rossi warned.
Reid ignored Rossi in favor of trying to stretch even further, thankfully managing to reach Morgan's seatbelt, "I'm undoing the seatbelt now." Reid waited until he got a confirmation from Rossi before actually pushing the button and releasing the seatbelt from around Morgan.
Rossi grunted and stumbled backwards as all of Morgan's weight suddenly descended down on him, immediately Reid was there grabbing hold of Morgan's arm and lifting him partially off of Rossi.
"Thanks," Rossi gritted out as he felt a dull ache throughout his shoulder but at the same time the pain was almost unbearably.
Somehow seeing this, Reid heaved Morgan off of Rossi entirely and asked, "I got him...can you walk on your own?"
"I can help you carry him kid." Rossi immediately protested seeing Reid almost double over from Morgan's weight.
"I-It's fine." Reid panted slightly, "Can you walk?"
Rossi nodded and gave into letting Reid carry/drag Morgan through the Jet towards where Hotch and JJ were waiting.
Reid was pleasantly surprised to see that Hotch had managed to wake JJ up and even get her out of her seat and sitting a foot or so away from him.
JJ looked...horrible. Her hair was a mess and the bruise on her forehead had gotten significantly worse, as had the swelling of her ankle, but she did seem relieved to see the three of them coming towards her and Hotch.
"Are you guys alright?" JJ asked the moment she was sure they'd be able to hear her.
Reid nodded his slowly set Morgan down against the wall across from JJ and Rossi didn't hesitate in sitting down next to Morgan to lean heavily against the wall, slightly out of breath.
"I'm fine," Reid said standing back up, "I think Rossi might have a mild concussion and JJ I'm pretty sure your ankle is broken and might have a concussion as well, Hotch I'm worried about that gash down your arm and the amount of blood you and Rossi had lost, as far as I can tell there's a high chance Morgan has a concussion too and I won't know what else until he wakes up, which someone should really work on. I'll be right back."
"Wait a minute. Where are you going?" Hotch demanded before Reid could walk off.
Everyone's eyes were now on Reid, besides the still unconscious Morgan, and Reid was a bit put off by the worry shining in their eyes "I-I'm going to go get Emily...ou know see if she's okay?" Reid blinked, staring at his teammates oddly.
"Right...right Oh! Go! Go ahead!" JJ said hurryingly.
"Be careful." Hotch said with Rossi echoing him.
"I will," Turning, once again Reid quickly made his way down the Jet to where Morgan was. He was about to start panicking when he realized Emily wasn't in her seat, or anywhere where he could see her.
"Emily!" Reid called out despite knowing the likeliness of her actually answering him, "Emily where are you?!"
"-id!"
snapping his head around so quickly, Reid ignored the feeling of bile raising up in his throat, Reid called out once again listening intently. There it was, Emily was calling back to him!
"-eid!"
Stumbling over his own feet Reid rushed further down the Jet towards near where the Kitchens were.
"REID!"
Reid stopped himself quickly before he could trip over Emily's outstretched legs. he sucked in a deep breath when he saw the blood covering her side and her face as well.
"Shit..." Reid muttered falling to his knees next to his friend, "Emily? Em can you move?"
"H-Hey Reid...!" Emily grinned completely out of it.
Once again Reid cursed and quickly squeezed his arms around Emily's shoulders and another under her thighs, with a push of energy he had no idea where it came from, Reid surprisingly managed to lift Emily but immediately began apologizing as a scream ripped its way out of her throat the moment he lifted her.
"Reid?!"
Reid's head snapped up as he heard the apparently now awake Morgan called out his name in worry. Struggling with a flailing Emily Reid pushed himself to move forward and called back, "I'M ON MY WAY BACK!"
"Come on Emily...I know it hurts but I could really use your help right now..." Reid whispered feeling light-headed and he struggled to lift Emily back towards where the others were waiting for them.
"...R-Reid?" Emily squinted to look at him, "M'head hurts..."
"I know, try to ignore it for now though okay? And stay awake."
"O-Okay..."
The moment Reid was within sight of the others, Rossi and surprisingly Hotch made their way over to him took Emily from him, it didn't take being a profiler for Reid to see how much pain Rossi and Hotch were still in but they were obviously trying to hide or ignore it.
Reid sighed, he honestly hoped help would get there soon.
And that my good people, is the end of chapter one~!
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