-Garcia-
I constantly looked back and forth from my phone and the front door to the bullpen, waiting for my team to either let me know they landed or walk through the door. It was 7 in the morning, DC time, and Morgan had texted me around 1 this morning saying that they were about to take off. That would've made it around 10 in Seattle, and a five hour flight would put it at 3 am. Adding on the 3 hour time change from here to Seattle, they should've landed around 6. Maybe they got a late start, but one of them definitely should've texted me by now. I'd been waiting for the past two hours here, in case they got in early, since I wanted to be here when they arrived. Tired of waiting, I pulled out my phone and quickly called Morgan.
'Hey, this is Derek Morgan of the BAU,' I heard his voicemail say. 'I can't-'
I hung up, knowing that if it went straight to voicemail, his phone was off or dead, so he wouldn't have answered. His phone was almost never off, or even dead. I called JJ, and again, her phone also went straight to voicemail.
"Ok, sir..." I mumbled to myself, calling Hotch. Surely his phone wouldn't be off. His was always on and he always answered within two rings.
'You have reached Aaron Hotchner from the-' the voicemail said immediately, and I hung up.
I called Reid, Callahan, and even Rossi too, but all of their phones went straight to voicemail.
"No, no, no..." I said quietly to myself and exited the round table room, going to Mateo Cruz's office. He had gotten in about ten minutes ago, and he probably knew whether or not they had landed yet. I knocked on his door and he spoke up.
"Come in," he said and I quickly opened the door. He looked up from papers on his desk at me, then looked back down. "Good morning, Agent Garcia."
"Good morning sir," I responded and got straight to the point. "Have they landed yet?"
"They? Hotch, Morgan, and all of them?"
"Yes."
"Well, I-" he started to say and stopped suddenly. "Actually, I don't know. I haven't received a call yet. What time did their plane take off?" Cruz asked, reaching for his desk phone.
"Around 10 pm, Seattle time. So around 1 am here," I answered and Cruz nodded slightly, picking up his phone. He dialed a number and held the phone up to his ear.
"Yes, hello. This is BAU Section Chief Mateo Cruz. I'm calling to ask about the BAU jet carrying the BAU team and whether or not it has landed yet." He paused, hearing an answer from the person on the other end. His face went from neutral and relaxed to stiff and a bit pale. "When?" He asked and sighed. "I gave no such orders." He paused again. "Get me all the information on when the plane was last heard of, and anything else you can tell me, got it?" Cruz said loudly and firmly, and spoke again. "Ok." He hung up the phone and looked at me. I could already feel my throat begin to hurt from preventing tears that wanted to escape.
"What happened?" I asked quietly.
"Up until 4 am DC time, the plane was in contact with HQ, but they took a different route. Robert, the pilot for this trip, told HQ I have him specific orders to go the way he was going. He told them he was going to sign off for an hour or so, so they didn't think it was that suspicious that he hadn't been responding. But when they got no reports of the plane landing, they got worried. They were about to call me, but I called them first."
"What?" I asked, a little rage boiling up inside me. "How does a plane just disappear?! What about GPS?"
"Turned off around the same time Robert signed off."
"HQ didn't think that was weird?" I asked, now raising my voice. "What kind of idiots are working there?!"
"Agent Garcia," Cruz said, standing up. "I know this is a frustrating and scary situation, but we need to keep calm." He put a hand comfortingly on my arm. "I'll call in another team to help investigate this case, ok?"
"Sir," I said, thinking of an idea. "Is it ok if I call in an old friend? To help? She was a BAU Agent."
"Of course," Cruz answered. "Who's this friend?"
-JJ-
The first thing I felt was a pain in my calf. Not a sharp or stinging pain, but a numb pain. A numb pain that made my calf feel swollen and useless. I opened my eyes, and once again, in a pretty funny and deja-vu way, I saw my team standing over me. Hotch, Morgan, Callahan, Rossi, and...
Where was Reid?
"Where's Reid?" I asked frantically and sat up. This time, I stayed sitting, not wanting to fall over like I almost did last time. "Where is he?!" I asked again, starting to panic when no one answered my first question immediately.
"He's ok," Hotch spoke up, and looked back. "He's lying down over there. His knees are scraped up pretty bad."
A flush of immense relief came over me as I let out a small sigh. I stood up, with the help of Morgan pulling me up. I nodded to Morgan as a silent thanks, and he nodded back. His face looked quite pale, though. And he was a bit slow when helping me up. I pushed the thought away and slowly walked over to Reid, crouching down beside him once I reached him.
"Hey," I said lightly and he opened his eyes, smiling once he saw me.
"I thought you would have gotten away," he said quietly. "Are you ok?"
"Am I ok?" I asked and scoffed a little. "What happened to your legs?"
"They dragged him in here," Morgan said, and I looked back to see him right behind me. His face...it looked so odd. Like he was in pain? Again, I pushed it away. I was probably just paranoid or he was just getting antsy from sitting here. I looked back to Reid and remembered what I saw outside: they were harshly dragging Reid. He was probably unconscious, since he wasn't moving, but they clearly had no care for how they brought him back. I stood up and looked at my pants. No new or large dirt marks, no blood, no...anything.
"Did they drag me in?" I asked in a small voice and Morgan shook his head, closing his eyes and inhaling sharply afterwards. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," he said and continued on. "They carried you in." He walked away from Reid, whose eyes were closed again. Clearly, he just wanted to rest for a moment. I followed Morgan back over to everyone else. "They carried you in and set you down over there," Morgan said turned his whole body 90 degrees, looking straight ahead to the front wall. He turned back to the rest of us.
"Why'd they carry me in?" I asked, emphasizing the 'me' in the sentence. "Reid doesn't weigh much. They could've easily carried him or they could've easily just dragged me as well."
"Maybe they're polite gentlemen," Callahan said dryly and with a wry smile. I gave a sarcastic snicker in reply and raised my eyebrows.
"I think it's a bit creepy, if you ask me," I said and shivered a little. Not because of the cold. Which, that idea surprised me. It was freezing outside, but the room we were in was a comfortable temperature. But, I shivered due to the thought that the assholes that kidnapped us had their hands on me. "So what do we do now?" I asked, breaking the minor joke session and getting serious again. I felt my head begin to spin a bit and quickly sat down against the wall ahead of me. Rossi, Hotch, Morgan and Callahan all repositioned themselves and faced me in accommodation to my still-sensitive head.
"We were waiting for you to wake up before we discussed," Hotch said and looked to the window. "They haven't even bothered to fix that window. Didn't even replace that lock."
"So," I said and stood up again. "Let's just go out and try again. All of us this time."
"That's not a good idea, JJ," Rossi said and was about to say something else, but I spoke up before he got his thought out.
"Why? If we all leave at once, one of us should be able to get away and get help. They're not going to kill us. They would've done that when Reid and I ran," I pointed out and everyone looked to each other. They all knew something and they weren't telling me. "What?"
Morgan peeled off his jacket very slowly, and Callahan helped him with great caution. Morgan turned his back to me, and on his right shoulder was a dark and large red stain. My hand instinctively went up to my mouth in shock as I felt my eyebrows raise and mouth open. It was blood. Whether he was shot or stabbed or something else, I did not know. But what I did know was that the stain was definitely blood.
"Wh-" I started to say, but was still in a lot of shock. It was quite a large stain. "What happened?"
"After they brought Reid and then you in, there was three of them. Two pointed their guns at us," Rossi said and nodded to Morgan. "One went over to Morgan. Tased him, and a few seconds after, stabbed him in the back."
"Oh my God..." I said quietly and Rossi continued.
"They said if we try anything again, something of a 'similar nature to what happened to Agent Morgan'," Rossi said with a bite in his tone, as if he was mocking the exact words of one of the unsubs. "would happen to another one of us."
"Why..." I said and looked to everyone. Morgan slipped back on his jacket carefully. "Why didn't you guys tell me?"
"We didn't want you thinking it was your fault," Callahan said and I looked to Reid.
"Does Spence know?" I asked and everyone nodded. "So you could've told me!"
"They only did it after you got here," Hotch said. "Reid was here a whole four or five minutes before they brought you back. They could've done it twice, but they only did it right after you."
"So it's because I tried to escape?" I asked.
"That's what we think. And with the whole thing with them carrying you in, not dragging you in..." Callahan started and stopped.
"What?" I asked, pushing for an answer.
"We think that you're the unsubs' focuses," Morgan said in a grim voice and I felt my brows knit into confusion. I felt a small rage grow inside me and looked to the camera, walking up to the front center of its angle, the window we tried to escape from behind me.
"What the hell do you want?!" I shouted, staring down whoever was watching. "Come on and get on with whatever your plan is for us, you sons of bitches!"
"JJ," Hotch said firmly and I looked back to him. He just stared at me, as did the rest of the team. "That's enough."
The rage was still present in my body. Whoever was behind this was coming after my team and hurting my family because of my action. I was not going to play nice with them. If they want to come after my team, they're going to deal with me too.
However, I felt my tense and rigid body loosen as I relaxed. I walked away from the camera, back over to where I was sitting by my team, and sat back down, still looking up at the camera with a cold stare. As cold as the weather outside.
