(Just letting you guys know, in this story, Hastings and Askari and all them survived, but they didn't get away with the Intel they wanted. Just setting some things up :p enjoy the story!)

-JJ-

I quickly walked across the runway and to the jet, hustling up the steps and cutting off the rest of the team from entering before me. I was the first one on the plane, which meant I got first dibs on the couch. I stumbled through the narrow transition between the door and the den of the plane and plopped down on the sofa, stretching out my feet as well. I got comfy before Reid even entered the plane and he looked down at me with a humorous envy.

"I get the couch next time," he said and I shrugged.

"Sure," I replied, hoping, however, that our next case would be closer to DC unlike this one, which was all the way in Seattle. Reid smirked a little, seeming satisfied. Callahan, Morgan, Rossi, and Hotch followed behind him. Callahan also gave me a jealous look due to my position. I smiled a little towards her and she couldn't help but smile back as she sat down at another seat.

"I call the couch for the next flight," she said, putting her bag down next to her seat.

"Sorry," I laughed a little, and pointed to Reid. "Spence has it next time."

"Then the time after that," Callahan added and I scoffed, nodding. No one else said anything, as we were all really too tired. We spent four days in Seattle, a psychotic sniper being the reason we went there in the first place. We finally finished the case and made the arrest a few hours ago, and headed back to the plane right away. It was around 10 at night, and the trip from here back to DC was nearly five hours. The whole team got into a comfortable position, trying to get some rest, but also waiting for the plane to begin moving. Five minutes passed, then ten. Usually, the plane would have already been up in the air by now. I opened my eyes slightly, seeing Hotch and Callahan both looking confused just as I was. Hotch got up and went to the door that separated us from the cockpit. I watched him as he knocked on the door.

"Robert?" Hotch asked. Robert, our pilot for the trip to and from Seattle, didn't respond right away. Hotch looked back at us, and I looked around, seeing Morgan, Reid, and Rossi now all open-eyed as well. Hotch put his hand on the door to open it, but Robert quickly spoke up.

"We're all good to go," he said, a bit hesitantly. "Sorry about the wait."

Hotch removed his hand from the knob and headed back into the den.

"That was weird," Morgan said and Hotch just shrugged. He went back into the kitchen area and pulled a bottle of water out of the fridge.

"Does anyone want a water or anything else?" He asked, looking at all of us. "While I'm up."

"I'll take a water too, thanks Hotch," Rossi said, seeing Hotch with a water already in hand.

"Me too," Callahan spoke up, and Reid did as well.

"Same."

"Morgan," Hotch asked, handing everyone who requested water a bottle. "JJ? Anything?"

"No, I'm ok for now. Thanks Hotch," I responded and Morgan nodded.

"Yeah I'm good," he said and put his headphones on, indicating that he just wanted to sleep now. I felt the same, as did the rest of the team, and we all shut our eyes and tried to get some sleep.

I ended up falling asleep, only to be awaken by the sound of a door shutting. I looked around, a bit slow at first as my body was adjusting to being awake, and checked my phone. It read '11:53', so we had been flying for almost two hours and were probably over Nebraska or South Dakota or wherever. I looked back at the cockpit door, seeing it closed all the way, but I was confused. Who closed it and why was it open in the first place. I stood up, but just as I did, the plane turned sharply to the right and I nearly fell over due to the sudden change in direction. I looked back at the rest of my team, seeing that none of them reacted besides Morgan, who frantically took off his headphones in a fit of shock.

"What the hell?" He asked, his voice a little groggy. I shrugged and he looked to the rest of the team, who were all still fast asleep. "How'd they not wake up?"

"They must be really tired," I said and headed for the cockpit door. "I know I am," I said to Morgan before turning to the door and knocking on it. "Is everything ok? Why did we turn?" I asked, a little loud so Robert could hear me on the other side. It should've been a straight shot from Seattle to DC and no drastic turns, so the situation was all a bit odd. There was no answer and I looked back at Morgan, who also stood up. I opened the cockpit door and began talking before k even entered. "Is everything ok?" I repeated and entered, finding a shocking sight. Robert sat in the pilot's seat, but he wasn't alone. Next to him was a masked man holding a gun to Robert's head, and also in the cockpit were two other masked men with guns. They were almost as shocked as I was when I entered, obviously not expecting me to make an appearance. I quickly put a hand on my gun at my hip, but was stopped with one of the men pointing their gun at me. I stiffened and slowly lowered my hand back down, away from my holster and back to my side.

"Drop your guns, now!" Morgan shouted, and I turned back to see him aiming his gun at the men. However, he didn't clearly see yet that I was currently being held at gunpoint. The one holding his gun to me rearranged his position slightly so that Morgan could see the situation I was in, and I could see him silently sigh.

"You drop yours," the one holding the gun to me said as the other one not by Robert removed my gun from my hip. Morgan hesitated for just a second, but he dropped his gun. It clattered on the floor and he kicked it over to the masked men. The one that disarmed me picked up Morgan's gun and looked to the one holding me at gunpoint.

"I thought you said they were asleep," he said, a bit harshly.

"I guess not all of them," the one holding me at gunpoint said, and I noticed his mask was grey, not black, like the other two men. He motioned for me to back up and I did so, backing up slowly back into the den. "Sit down," he ordered and looked to Morgan. "Both of you."

Morgan and I both sat down and I looked back to Hotch, whose yes were still shut.

"Hotch!" I said loudly, but he didn't even flinch. He stayed still, his eyes continuing to stay shut. I looked to Rossi, Reid, and Callahan, who were also all still as could be.

"They drank the water," the one in front of me said smugly as he roughly handcuffed one of my wrists. He cuffed the other cuff to a small bar on the wall, right behind and above the sofa. "They're gonna be out for a few more hours." The other gunman went to Morgan and cuffed him as well. That's when I realized that, whoever these men were, must've drugged the drinks on the plane sometime before we got on.

"What do you guys want?!" I asked, not loudly but very angrily and in a demanding tone. The grey-masked gunman just laughed a little and didn't answer. The grey-masked one went back to the cockpit, while the other one went to the kitchen. I looked to Morgan, seeing that his expression was coated with worry. The black-masked one returned with a bottle of water and I knew were this was going. He first went to Morgan and opened up the bottle.

"Open up," he said and Morgan kept his mouth shut tight, as I did with mine. The gunman held his handgun by the nozzle and brought the butt of it down hard across Morgan's cheek.

"Morgan!" I screamed, but he slowly looked back up to the gunman with his mouth still closed. The gunman looked from me Morgan, and then started walking towards me.

"Ok!" He shouted, opening his mouth. "It's open!"

The gunman stopped heading for me, went back to Morgan, and held the bottle up to Morgan's open mouth. He poured some down and Morgan reluctantly swallowed. The gunman then came to me, and I just opened my mouth as well. I knew he was going to find one way or another to get the drugged water into my system, so I figured might as well give in right away to avoid any uneccasary pain that could impact me later on. He poured some down my throat and I swallowed unhappily. The gunman, seeming satisfied, went back into the cockpit. I looked to Morgan frantically, but he was already out.

"Shit..." I muttered, knowing that in less than ten seconds I'd be in the same condition. I was right, and slowly faded away without any control.