"Mystery creates wonder and wonder is the basis of man's desire to understand." ~ Neil Armstrong

Luke sat in his apartment with Roxie's head on his lap contemplating his choices. Wondering why he had taken Rossi up on his offer when he asked him to join the BAU three years ago. It had all seemed so simple back then but now… now he was mourning the loss of his best friend. She still appeared in his dreams so times and lately they seemed more and more real. Almost as if she was coming back to life slowly. Luke stopped himself and his train of thought immediately thinking it was stupid because people don't come back to life.

"She's gone Roxie," he whispered to the dog who gave a small whimper in response.

Cruz had updated the team yesterday that the crash was looking more like a terrorist attack or attempted mass murder than an accident. Some jagoff, as Rossi so fondly would have called him, timed a bomb to go off right in the middle of the storm so it would look like and seem like the jet had been hit by lightning. Now it was just a matter of who and why but the sad part was that no one protested when Cruz told them B team would take lead on the investigation. Hell Emily hadn't even shown up much less called to tell them why.

"Speak of the devil…" Luke muttered as he before answering his phone. "Hello?"

"Luke I need you, and everyone else to meet me at my apartment right now!"

"What? Why? Are you okay?!" He panicked slightly at her tone.

"Just get here now!" she told him before the line went dead.

Luke shot out of his seat grabbing Roxie's leash and took off towards the door just as someone knocked. He swong the door open and froze with Roxie barking at his side. A cold chill of pure fear and wonderment went down his spine as he stared at the person in front of him.

"Tara?"

"Luke, thank god! Is everyone okay? What happened?" she spurted out one question after another.

"You're dead. I'm delusional because you're dead. You died. I saw you die. I helped bury you," Luke said as he started to back away.

"Luke I don't know what's going on please just tell me what happened," Tarar pleaded as she began to panic herself. She died? When did she die? This has to be some sick joke she thought to herself.

"We finished up a case last month, got on the jet and headed home but there was a storm and we were hit but lightning or we thought we were, turns out it was just a well timed and well hidden bomb. The jet went down, Rossi was hurt bad he didn't make it through the night and you...we lost you not long after. We were rescued by the Army National Guard three days after the crash and then buried you not long after that."

"What? Is everyone else okay?"

"Emily is still on crutches and well no one skated on the nightmares but besides you and Rossi everyone recovered. J.J. well she left the BAU a week after the crash, and I can't say I blame her honestly. Especially now that we know it wasn't an accident."

"How am I alive Luke?" Tara asked him now just as worried about that reason as he was.

"I don't know but Emily just called an emergency group meeting and if what I now think is her reason is actually her reason. I don't think you're the only one who's alive again," Luke told her as they headed for the door only to stop. She was covered in mud and a little scraped up from the looks of it so he stopped. "The meeting can wait a moment. Are you okay? I never even stopped to ask that."

"I'm alright I just feel gross but that's nothing a hot shower and new cloths can't fix," she told him.

"Roxie and I can drop by your place and pick you up cloths and you can use my shower while we're gone," Luke offered.

"No we should get to the meeting."

"Tara you just came back from the dead, go shower and I'll be back in thiry with your cloths," Luke insisted.

"Thank you."

"Always," was his only response before he left for her place.

An hour later and they were pulling up to Emily's apartment both extremely nervous about what was going to happen. Luke let Roxie out of the car and they all made their way up the stairs to Emily's door. Tara knocked and the hushed voices beyond it ceased as someone opened the door.

"Luke and… Tara!" Emily immediately enveloped the woman in a bone crushing hug. "Wow you look way better than Dave does right now…"

Tara peared in the room to see Rossi passed out from exhaustion on Emily's couch still covered in mud and in a ripped shirt and jeans.

"Is he okay?" Luke asked as they entered the room and the entire team, J.J. included, exchanged hugs.

"Yea he's just extremely tired. Apparently coming back from the dead takes it out of you," J.J. told him as she smiled over in Rossi's direction a little relieved that he was indeed okay.

"You look better than he does Tara," Emily commented.

"Luke let me shower and change before we came over otherwise I would have looked just as bad."

Penelope quickly hugged her again "Sorry I just can't believe your both okay."

"Trust me Penelope, hugs are always welcome."

"Now we just need to figure out what's going on," Reid said as he looked at Dave and Tara. "This is physically impossible so how is it possible?"

"I don't know but I think we're still waiting on one more person to get here," Emily stopped Reid.

"Who?" Matt asked.

"Krystall. Dave wanted to see her and honestly he's been having nightmares every other hour so maybe it would help."

The entire team nodded in agreement on that one and so they waited.

"Family isn't always blood. It's the people in your life who want you in theirs; the ones who accept you for who you are. The ones who would do anything to see you smile and who love you no matter what." ~Unknown