(JJ's POV)

"Everyone shut up!" A loud, firm voice shouted. My head shot up towards the voice and I saw five men, dressed in black, with ski masks covering their faces. I almost grabbed my bag to get my gun, but stopped once I saw their firepower. Each was armed with an assault rifle and a handgun on three of the men's hips. I still tensed up as one of them walked down the aisle and to the back of the plane.

"Listen up!" The same man shouted loudly. His light eyes scanned the crowd and lingered on me for just a second. "No one try anything. This isn't about any of you, we just need some things from some people and need some leverage. That's all. I'd hate to see any of you get hurt." He lightly patted another one of his colleagues chest and that one stepped forward.

"Everyone toss your phones, wallets, and keys into the aisle now!" The other one shouted. I bit my lip and knew I couldn't get away with not tossing anything up. I grabbed my phone from the pocket and pulled out my wallet with my badge in it. I prayed they wouldn't look into any of our wallets and tossed both items in the aisle. One of the men walked into the aisle in between me and Gabriel and kicked around the contents in the aisle, rummaging through it all. He picked up a wallet just next to mine and took the money from it. He lazily dropped it and then bent down again and picked up mine. He took all the money from it and was just about to close it, but stopped and looked at my badge. I closed my eyes and took a shaky breath as he was just behind me.

"Jennifer," he announced. He wasn't either of the two that spoke before. A new voice. I looked down and felt my body shake more as I heard his steps get closer until they stopped right next to me. I looked at him and he looked from my wallet to me. He pointed his gun at me. "Get up." I slowly stood up and he roughly grabbed my bicep. I normally would've fought back, but there was over 100 people here. That meant 100 hostages. He pushed me forward while still gripping my bicep tightly, and I heard a familiar voice speak up behind me.

"Hey, where are you taking her?!" Gabriel shouted. I turned around and saw saw Gabriel standing. The man pushing me with his one arm on my bicep aimed his gun at Gabriel with his other hand. Gabriel reluctantly sat back down slowly and he shot me a worried glance. I just shook my head. The man pushing me brought me over to two other men. They both looked over at us, and I recognized the one with the light blue eyes as the first one that shouted. He was most likely the leader.

"She's an agent," the one pushing me muttered, handing the leader my badge. He quickly glanced at it, then looked at me curiously. He tilted his head, thinking about what to do with me, I assumed.

"What's your name?" Was all he asked. Why was he asking? He already knew.

"Jennifer."

"And a..." He read the badge more in-depth. "Communications liaison for the BAU? Are you part of the BAU team?"

I hesitated for a second. What was he getting at.

"Yes," I said quietly, my throat dry. The leader's eyes lit up and I could tell he was smiling. He grabbed part of my hair and twirled it in his fingers, playing with it. An almost greedy look in his eyes, like a child on Christmas thinking of all the possibilities with a new toy. He released my hair and looked at the one holding me and the one that he was already standing by.

"I think if we let the FBI know we have one of their agents with us, they'll give us just about anything we want," he chirped. The other two men nodded.

"And if they don't?" The one holding me shifted nervously, regripping my alarm even tighter. The leader looked at me and played with my hair again.

"Then we show them how serious we are."

-Meanwhile-

(Morgan's POV)

"Reid, I really don't care how the blanket was invented," I sighed, cutting Reid off from one of his rants. He stopped mid-sentence, and pondered what to say next to annoy me. Hotch came up walking next to us and had a stern look on his face. I knew that face. It meant something was up.

"What's wrong?" I asked when he was next to us.

"A plane coming from Cleveland to DC is taken over by gunman and they're still headed this way. Local PD wants us to assist us when they land."

"Cleveland to DC? Isn't that the flight JJ is on?" Reid nervously questioned. Hotch just nodded slowly.

"Get your stuff please. Meet in the parking lot in twenty and then we are heading out to the airport."