Title: Soaring into the Unknown.
Summary: Unknown to the team, there is a criminal on the plane. Could they survive and come out of the experience stronger than ever?
Author's Notes: With Many Thanks to REIDFANATIC for the beta read! I am graceful to her for making my work the best it can be.
Also I would like to thanks DeviousRobynno, missiemeghan, MDarKspIrIt and Sue1313 for the amazing reviews, made my day.
Thank-you to anyone else who have read my story, hope this chapter is good enough for y'all!
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Sadly, the characters in this story are borrowed from the TV show 'Criminal Minds'.
JJ tried to muffle the flutters of the butterflies in her stomach as she still could hear the snoring of her boss. She knew that Hotch was the lightest sleeper and if he was still asleep then it is highly unlikely that anybody else would be up and aware of the danger that may or may not lie in the front of the plane.
"Jennifer Jareau. Do not yell. Put down your weapon." A firm voice rang out in the cabin. How did he know her name? She cringed, how could she forget that she was on television? "I will not repeat again. Put down your weapon." The tone hadn't changed. The voice remained calm. She knew that he was serious but what could he do? It's not as if he'd gotten one of her team as a hostage. As if he'd just read her thoughts, his voice rang out in the cabin again. "Miss Jareau. I will kill this man." The sound of the safety being released made her jump.
"But how do I know that he's not dead already?" She didn't know why she'd said that. Its just came out before she could get her thoughts in order. The criminal needed no words as he pulls Luke's hair back and she could hear a short painful intake of breath from the pilot.
Her hand pulls out the gun and with a dreaded feeling, she slid her much loved gun across the metal floor, watching as the criminal stepped out of the shadow and picked it up. She took a step back and stopped breathing for a moment. It couldn't be. Michael Eastbourne. He was supposed to be behind bars. She was there when they cuffed him. She was there when he stared at her, his eyes of pure evil burning into her soul. She was there when his laugh, echoed inside her ears for hours on end afterward. She was there only mere hours ago when she had watched the car that contained the unsub disappearing down the street.
She really thought that the previous heart wrenching case was now behind her, put away to gather dust. Instead, the criminal is standing in front of her, holding a gun to Luke's head, her team unaware that a real living nightmare is lurking so close to them.
"What about the plane?" JJ shyly asked, she mentally hit herself again, where the hell did she get the courage, especially now that she is weaponless, apart from the small knife in her shoe. It may be useful later.
"Have you really forgotten everything about me, Miss Jareau?" Michael's voice was calm, powerful, the kind of voice that could grab hold of your soul and twist it around slowly but surely.
JJ's mind is rushing through the facts that the team knew about Michael Eastbourne. He is 38. He is still living with his mother. He once had a girlfriend, short, petite, brunette, who dumped him for another man after 16 years. He had been killing similar girls for four years afterward, always moving and always so careful. He was fired from his job at the Air Force due to the fact that he was performing too many tricks in his jet. He liked to torture his victims for a week until their own bodies give out on them. Wait, backtracking. He used to be a pilot. How could she forget that important information? He used to be a freaking pilot; of course he could fly the plane. She smiled inside, silently and happily. Michael cannot do anything – he cannot fly the plane and hurt anybody on the plane at the same time.
"Lukie Boy. Wake up." Michael smirked at JJ. She shivered, what was happening? She could swear that her heart stoped beating for a long moment as Luke gave a short laugh that tore through her soul. It was at the same moment that she realized that the blood's too dark to be real. Luke turns around and smiles at her, his eyes holding no regret.
"Sorry JJ. I'm doing this for little Amber. Michael here has been my best friend since the air force. I couldn't just leave him."
"But he is a murderer." JJ's heart beat once again, with each beat came a new wave of pain, of betrayal and fear.
"The girls deserved it. Michael is a good man. Your team are stupid for not seeing that, I am sorry JJ but I've got to let him have his revenge on you lot for putting him away. He was only taking the two-faced bitches off the street, making the streets a better place. Can't you see, Jennifer?"
JJ could hear the tone of pleading in Luke's voice, begging for her to understand the situation. She looked at Luke and then to Michael, measuring up her options of what she could do. Could she wrestle the gun out of Michael's deathly grip? What about the knife in her shoe? She could see that Michael was watching her, judging.
She took a step back and Michael came closer, showing his powerful stance. Controlling her movements with just his eyes. As soon as she could feel his body heat enveloping her, she brought her knee up, colliding with his most painful part and at the same time, bringing her faithful knife out of her shoe. She pushes forward wildly, just hoping that the blade would strike some part of his body.
Instead, she is met by thin air and sharp, painful grip on her upper arm – the only thing to stop her from falling flat onto her face. She let out a yelp of pain, she just hoped that she was loud enough for somebody, anybody to wake up and help her.
"Miss Jareau. Stop struggling or I will murder every single person on this plane, in front of you. You would not like that, would you, Miss Jareau? Knowing that it is your fault for the deaths of your team." He sniggers, raising hairs on the back of JJ's neck, "your family."
JJ's eyes snaps open. The last phrase of what he'd just said rang true in her ears. Her family. She loved them, especially Spence. Instantly, she stopped trying to pull away from the aching pain in her arm and looked at him straight in the eyes. "Don't hurt them." JJ gasped as he dragged her toward the door, the way to her family. "Please."
"I won't, as long as they behave themselves, there would be no need for any addition harm. However, I would need a hostage. Preferly not awake."
JJ's face creases in confusion. Not awake? She didn't understand what he meant by his statement. She quickly realized what he was hinting at when she saw the end of the gun crashing down onto her head.
"Ouch." She moaned and tried to bring her hand up to swipe the blood away but Michael held her arms firmly and said something that she could not understand. She could feel a searing pain in her arm, through blurred vision she could see that he'd just stabbed her with a needle. As she could feel the darkness creeping up on her, she mumbled a short sorry for Spence. She felt badly that she got him into trouble again and so soon after the Tobias' kidnapping.
"Sweet dreams, Miss Jareau, Sweet dreams."
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