Catherine arrives at the Airport ready to join the FBI team in Quantico; this includes Rossi, Hotchner, Jareau, Morgan, Reid, Garcia and Prentiss.
Catherine waited alone at the airport; she waited for her flight to arrive. She felt as if she had been waiting forever, it was just her, and her own thoughts. Catherine never got a chance to sit back and actually go through her thoughts by herself very often and she found this feeling very unsettling. She looked up at the time, the plane was supposed to have arrived by now. She let out a big sigh and she shook her head ever so slightly, this motion was hardly noticeable. She watched the clock, giving it her full attention, its ticking sound was continuous, like the wait Catherine was facing. She found the clock interested for a moment, In order for the hand to move forward it must go back, then bounce forward, she related this to her own life. That was exactly how it was! Even the clock has trouble with it's own purpose, so I'm not surprised that the rest of us do- She though to herself. She was sounding really mad, even to herself, was she actually going off the rails? Was the separation between her and the team unbearable?
She waited for a few more hours; she was growing weary and tired, from doing absolutely nothing. Her eyelids flickered now and again as she stopped them from closing. She looked around to keep her focused on work, she started to examine others' behavior. This included what they did when they were bored, she hoped to pick up a wide range of emotions as she scanned the large white space, but all that she came across was boredom. She started to fidget with her fingers before pulling out her phone and checking it. She had no new messages. This showed her that it was time to move on. No one was going to turn up out of nowhere after taking part in a hot pursuit to find her before she left. No one had messaged her to come back or even called her. Her own daughter hadn't even called her back yet to confirm that she had the news. This was really it. She was leaving and there was no one to stop her. Real life wasn't like the movies. In real life, people had more important things to do, they were too caught up in their own problems to care about another person's. Catherine accepted this, it was just as well also, as Catherine believed that she fell into this category. But she would not give up until she had tried everything, even the unnecessary. She was a fighter. Finally, she heard her flight being announced and she quickly stood up and made her way through passport security, she passed the woman her passport gently without worry or hesitation.
"I'm so sorry for your wait Mrs…." She looked down at the passport "Ms Willows" The woman corrected herself. That simple mistake that the woman made about referring to her as a married woman only reminded Catherine on what she was missing out on even more; a man in her life. She smiled through it, not holding the woman responsible for what she had said as she didn't know her and she just assumed that she was indeed married. She kept eye contact with the woman, even though she found it really awkward
"Really, it's no trouble" she said gently, trying to reassure the woman, she too looked rather tired and slightly panicked. "You don't control the actual flight and what time it actually arrives so I wouldn't worry about it." Catherine didn't know whether she was coming across as angry, sarcastic or upset , but she was too tired to fully think about her actions' she was being the old Catherine-reckless.
The woman behind the desk gave her the passport back "Have a safe flight" she said flatly. Catherine's register wasn't working properly, she couldn't tell whether the woman was being sarcastic, polite or even threatening. Maybe she was getting to the point in her life when she thought everyone was out to bring pain and misery into her life. But she just smiled and took the passport from the woman cautiously, not saying a word after that. It wasn't a threat was it? She kept on asking herself but she eventually let it go. She ignored herself even though she was nearly certain that it wasn't put towards her using the correct register for that particular conversation. Had she made the wrong decision?
Catherine walked on to the quiet, first class tables were pristine, polished and reflective. The seats were soft, padded and adjustable. This was one of the plus sides to her new job, they were rich, so they provided the transport which she found very hostile. But the plane was extremely quiet. The eeriness was amplified from the walls inside of the aerodynamic object, it was too quiet for her liking. Silence was unsettling. It was just about empty, except for a young man sitting comfortably in the corner opposite his computer screen. She sat a few metres away from him, casually glancing over her shoulder now and again to see if she was a threat to her, he looked harmless. However, looks could be deceiving. She started doing this quite frequently and it didn't take long for the young man to realize she was doing this conditioned action; he frowned closing his computer screen without shutting it down. Catherine started to drift off to sleep as the pilot announced take off. She needed to stay awake, she had things to do and most importantly people to watch. She constantly battled with her eyelids, she was losing the fight. She looked ahead and her vision was blurry, she could now see the man in front of her, peering down on her. She slipped into a deep sleep, her mind pondered as she sound gradually muffled. She had spun herself into a great sleep, and she felt like she was never going to wake up.