"This button answers the call and this one makes everyone in the room silent. It'll flash red when it's on," Spencer was explaining to Mr. Davenport. "You'll be able to hear him but he won't hear us.

"We'll be able to run it through the field office, Evan. You're in good hands with Gideon and his team," Vincent Shyer, one of the detectives said.

"You think she might be a wackjob for thinking her sister is okay?" Elle was asking Morgan when he rounded the corner into the other room.

"I didn't say that," he defended.

"But you were defiantly thinking it," she prompted.

"There is a possibility that there is a physiological base," he came joined them. "Mirror twins are caused by monozygotic eggs splitting late; between nine to twelve days. Every last bit of their DNA is the same and there's been documented cases where they have shared sharpened physiological pain."

"And you believe it?" Morgan asked.

"Not necessarily, but it is possible," Spencer admitted. "I mean, despite the fact that you think I know everything, I don't."

"I've never said that. When have I ever said that?" Morgan asked in disbelief.

"Every day since I met you," he answered while Elle said, "Ten minutes ago."

"Whenever he beats you at cards," Hotch said coming up behind them. "We have a minute left before he calls."

Walking out of the room, Morgan asked, "Has anyone ever heard of sarcasm?"

Hotch, Elle, and Spencer all 'mh-hmmed' at the same time, sounding like one person.

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"Are you humming Metallica?" Sam asked from the seat next to him.

"It calms me," Dean answered.

"I get that you're nervous but you gotta stay focused." Dean nodded his reply.

After having dropped Spencer off back in DC, they had driven straight to Pennsylvania to talk with Jerry Panowski about the flight 2485 crash. He had gotten a copy of the cockpit recording and found that it wasn't normal. It had ended with weird hissing, moaning, and fuzz.

When Sam analyzed the recording, he discovered that the EVP said, 'No survivors.' After that, they went to find Max Jaffey, one of the several crash survivors.

Jaffey had retold the story of how on the flight he 'thought' he saw another passenger tear open the emergency hatch- but that wasn't possible, right?

From there they went to talk to George Phelps', the guy who supposedly opened the hatch, wife. After talking with her, they decided that he was just a normal dentist with ulcers- nothing supernatural about him. And that was when they settled for the only reasonable option left, demonic possession and it was going after the crash survivors.

So after calling and trying to get the surviving flight attendant, Amanda Walker, and failing to get her to stay off the 8:00 o'clock flight to Indianapolis, they learned that their only other option was to get tickets and try to find the demon on the plane.

That's how Dean found himself in the position of hyperventilating on flight 424. He absolutely hated flying. He had faced vampires, demons, skin walkers, and Wendigo, but nothing compared to how scared being up in the air.

"We have thirty-two minutes to find the demon or who's being possessed and preform a full-out exorcism."

"Sounds easy enough," Dean replied sarcastically.

"We'll take it step by step," Sam tried to comfort him. "First things first, who's being possessed?"

"Someone who's got a weakness, some kind of addiction, or emotional distress," Dean turned in his seat to look back down the aisle to see one of the flight attendants. "And seeing that it is Amanda's first day on the job since, she seems like a good candidate."

Sam nodded, "I'd be pretty messed up too. Excuse me," he asked the attendant that was walking by. "Are you Amanda?"

"No, that's her back there," she answered him.

"Oh, sorry. My mistake," he apologized and she continued on.

Dean turned to Sam. "I'll go talk to her- get a read on her mental state."

"What if she's already possessed?"

"Well," he lifted the duffel he brought aboard. "There's ways of testing that too," he took out the bottle of holy water.

Taking it from his brother's hand, he said, "I think we can be more subtle. If she is possessed, she'll react to the name of god."

"Oh, right," Dean mumbled unbuckling the seatbelt and standing.

"Hey," Sam called him back.

"What?"

"Say it in Latin."

"Yeah," he said like it was obvious.

"Hey?"

"What!?" he sounded annoyed now.

"In Latin, it's, uh, 'Cristo.'"

"I know dude, I'm not stupid." He left then, finally making it towards the back of the plane pausing to hit the headrest of a seat when the turbulence started up again. When it stopped, he continued.

Pulling back the curtains, he said, "Hi."

"Hi," she said back, "Can I help you with something?"

"Nah, I'm just not a fan of flying. Walking around helps."

"Yeah, it happens a lot."

"Well, it's gotta be easy for you, right? Being a stewardess and all?"

"Oh, you'd be surprised," she elongated the 'oh.'

"Oh, yeah?" he started. "You an uneasy flyer?"

"Yeah," she answered. "A bit."

"How is that? With your job and all?"

"It's a long story."

"Sorry, for asking," she nodded to say 'it's okay.' "So have you ever thought about a different job?"

"No. The way I see it, everyone is scared of something and I'm not going to let it get the best of me."

Dean nodded then said under his breath, "Cristo."

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At eight-oh-three, the phone rang out. All of the agents that surrounded the soundboard put on headphones to hear the conversation. And after giving Mr. Davenport a few last reminders, Gideon pressed the button to answer the call.

"This is Evan Davenport," he answered.

"Hello, Mr. Davenport," came the chilling voice of the unsub.

"Are you the man who has my daughter Patricia?"

"I have your daughter."

"Can I ask you-" he started to ask but was interrupted.

"You may ask me nothing. This is not up for negotiation. You will follow my instructions and my instructions only."

"Okay."

"But I will not give them to you."

"I don't understand."

"I will only talk to Cheryl."

The words hung in the otherwise silent air and all eyes turned to Gideon.

A/N: Sorry about the last two nights, I had school work to catch up on. Hope you like this chapter, let me know what you thought. Thanks again for the reviews, alerts, and favorites.