Whooooooooo life is harsh, sorry this is so late. They will come quicker now that I have sorted out the plot. Don't worry, there will be some crazy gun flashing action to come. Don't you hate it when plot gets in the way of action? Well, I don't.


Three Days Later:

Chace Verble dived into the picture perfect swimming pool and did a couple of spins under the water. It was late at night, and stars were scattered over head without a city light or a cloud to block them from reflecting off the pool's water. Chace pushed off an edge and let the cooling water rush past his entire body giving him a sense of speed and mild freedom that came whenever he was in the water. It was as close to weightlessness he could experience.

Emily Prentiss sat at the edge, sipping a pina colada and watching the new guy swim gracefully in the pool. "You look like you are having fun." She commented softly.

"Yeah, I am. Care to join in on the fun?" Chace offered.

"No thanks. My swimming suit is in my room."

"How about you Reid?" Chace looked over to Reid, who was now accompanied by a young, cute girl with long blonde hair and a youthful face.

"Uh, um. I'm, uh.." Reid sputtered to the girl.

The girl smiled a flirtatious smile, "nervous eh?"

"How, how old are you?"

"16, how about you?"

"Twenty four." Reid stood up and sat cross legged next to Emily. The girl he had left behind seemed flustered. "Do I really look 16?"

Emily opened her mouth to answer, but stopped herself.

"It is all in the way your carry yourself." Chace answered for her. "When I was 15 everyone thought I was 26. I went to my father's flight wing and everyone thought I was the new pilot."

"Your father was a pilot?" Emily asked, her eyes moving to him curiously.

"Yeah, AWACS. It's the plane with the big radar on top." Chace said. He was used to confused looks, and wasn't surprised when Emily gave him one. Reid however seemed to get visibly excited.

AWACS, E3s', right?"

"Right." Chace nodded.

"AWACS stands for the E-3 Airborne Warning and Control System. Its, uh, built by Boeing Defense & Space Group. They pretty much carry out airborne surveillance, command, control, and communications functions for both tactical and air defense forces." Reid added, looking at Emily.

Emily laughed and shook her head. "English Reid."

Reid tried again to explain, "They use a radar system to connect with ground and other air forces to establish the locations of opposing forces…"

"They use radar to find bad guys, and then go tell the good guys to where to go to blow the crap out of the bad guys." Chace simplified.

"Oh." Emily laughed, and Reid blushed.

Chace was gleaming. He was on the sea with a quirky boy genius, and a pretty young woman. Back in DC he had a group of people who took to him quicker than even his parents did. He had found some stability by taking an unstable dangerous job where he puts his mind and life on the line to catch psychotic serial killers. The way things happened. "You want to swim Reid?"

"No, that's alright. I was hoping to take my mother dancing."

"You dance?" Emily asked.

"No, but she does."

Chace laughed, "Well I have no plans. I was just going to see what there is to see. We got all week."


Derek Morgan kissed his sister Sarah and grinned as he took eggnog from her hands. "Thanks." He said, letting the warmth he felt in his hands spread throughout his body. Christmas with his sister, something he hadn't been able to do in a long time. He didn't make it out to his home very much and family was a nice change from psychopaths.

"Derek, can you grab me a pot holder!" Sarah called to him. She must have had gone to the kitchen.

"Sure sis." Derek called back, and came into the kitchen. His sister was busy over a pot of what smelled like Chili. Derek opened a couple of drawers, found what he was looking for, and tossed it over to Sarah. Sarah smiled and thanked him.

"Do you smell something?" She asked.

Derek sniffed the air conditioned room. There was an odd powdery smell that made his nose sting for a second. Derek recognized it, and instinct took over. "Sarah! Get out now!" HE yelled as he grabbed her arm and ran for the door. His heart was pounding as he burst on top the cold dark street, he kept running down the road, and fell onto the ground as a force pushed him forward. An explosion sounded and the house blew apart, debris piling onto Derek and his sister as they held each other under the rain of wood.


Victor John watched the house from a safe distance, safe enough to not be spotted, or hit by any pieces that might just find their way to his car. The agent hadn't died in the explosion, which was a pity, but the message was still sent, the warning still in place. Plus, Victor John didn't want to get his hands dirty just yet, he needed some time before he could confront the team up close and personal. But then again, why not go after the agent? Send a real message. Maybe Victor John couldn't his hands dirty, but it didn't mean he shouldn't call in someone to get some mud on theirs.

Victor John picked up his radio. "This is Ace calling in."

"Roger Ace."

"How close is the agent to your 20?"

"Maybe two hundred feet."

"Is he armed?" Victor John asked

"I cant tell. I don't think so."

"Take the agent out."

"What about the sister?"

Victor John grinned. "You have more than one bullet in your Nine millimeter"


Derek looked up from his grounded position on the road. A man was running towards them. "Call the police!" Derek yelled to him. The man kept running, not answering. Derek saw the man's hand go to his side. A shot was fired, and hit the ground next to Derek. Derek rolled to the side as another shot hit near him. Sarah began yelling. Derek rolled next to her, avoiding the third bullet. "Stop!" Derek ordered. He could feel the fourth bullet whizz past his head. He quickly pulled out his pistol and fired wildly. The man fell back, his chest torn by the force of the gun.
Gideon looked at his papers without blinking, or making any facial movement. JJ and Garcia looked at him intently. He looked up to them. "Get the team in here."