A special thank you goes to JirrG, Anonymous, ickleails, Hotchfan, sarramaks, Cloverdaze, lalixa, JenRar and jazmingirl for reviewing last chapter! My apologies for taking so long to update. It took me a while to get this story going again, but now I seem to be going good inspiration wise and next chapter is already in the making. Hoping it will stay that way and that you'll have a happy time reading.

This story is unbeta'd btw, so all mistakes, spelling errors etc.. are mine. For LJ-users; updates will also be placed on my LJ (the link is on my ff profile).

And of course I still don't own Criminal Minds and all its characters.


The white clock at the station seemed to be ticking more slowly than time would normally pass by. As she sat on a desk of one of the officers the ticking sound was doing crazy things to her nerves. It was driving her crazy, so she tried to concentrate harder on the computer in front of her to ignore it.

"Agent Garcia? There's a man on the phone from the contact tower at the airport." Garcia hurriedly moved to where the desk clerk was sitting behind her desk . Would there be information so soon already? It felt odd in a way. The detectives had only left about twenty minutes ago. She hoped it was a good sign that someone contacted her after such a short amount of time.

"Thank you," she said, stopping to pick up the phone. "Penelope Garcia speaking."

"Agent Garcia? A couple of minutes ago we received contact by what appears to be the missing FBI plane. We established short contact and were able to mark the area the plane is in now. I'm sorry to say that we don't have the exact location, but do know the area they're in."

A feeling of relief came over her, releasing some of the tension she had been experiencing. This was really good news.

He felt slightly agitated. A lack of sleep depriving him from seeing the positivity in the situation. Reid had gotten the radio to work for a couple of minutes. Having established short radio contact, without being able to actually give answer to the man on the other side of the line. It was obvious the contact tower had found out something was wrong already, but Morgan couldn't be happy about that yet. He wanted all of them to be found first, be safe and sound and then was the time to be happy and relieved.

He looked around to see Reid talking to Rossi excitedly. Probably about recent events. The younger man could have such a childlike air around him sometimes. It was good that he was able to fix the radio and had gotten his hopes up because of it. So easily. Derek sighed. He had sat himself in the back of the plane. Headphones on again, singling himself out for a moment alone. Away from the hopefulness that seemed to be going through the rest of the teams heads.

Looking to his side he noticed JJ sitting by herself as well. A pensive look on her face. His best guess was that she's thinking about the two people she left at Quantico. She must have a hard time being away like this from her son. Will and the baby boy both wouldn't have any idea where she was and if she would be alright. Knowing she was so excited and hopeful after the short radio contact, he felt slightly guilty for thinking so pessimistic himself. Having turned his own expectations down on purpose.

The storm outside had seemed to have calmed down a little. There still was snow blowing around the body of the plane, but the sound of the wind had gotten less 'stormy' in the past hour. He had an inkling if he wanted to go look for Hotch and Emily that the team would hold him back again. So he decided he kept himself quiet until the weather got more reasonable. He knew the rest were worried about them too, but it was safer to wait till the storm had calmed down completely of course. He hoped that moment would come soon. Keeping his emotions at bay, he shifted his attention back to his music.

Emily was sitting up in the bed with her head in her hands. Strands of hair falling through her fingers. This all seemed like a dream gone completely wrong. Being stuck with her boss in a small cabin, while being half naked, was like one of those dreams where you're walking through the mall and realizing you're still in your PJ's.

Her skin felt like ice, even with the blanket wrapped around her. If she was completely honest the reality she found herself in could have been worse. Like being outside, cold, miserable and alone. Of course being in a cabin, while still cold, but with company was a slightly better situation. That thought made her feel a little better.

"There really is no way out right now, isn't there," she softly declared.

Hotch, who had been moving around the small space looking for a way out. He had been checking the ceiling to see if he could break through to provide an exit for them. His attempts had been of no avail. Without the right tools they were stuck in here.

Emily had given up on creating a make shift exit a little before Hotch did. Already feeling the unhelpfulness of the situation here.

Hotch turned around to face her. He too still had a blanket wrapped around his shoulders. Covering his upper body mostly. Emily didn't dare to look at his legs. Instead she concentrated on his face.

"Well, I think we should try again in a while. There's a good chance the snow will be frozen enough to not delve us in. If we're lucky we should be able to dig ourselves out. The snow is still too soft for that. Knowing how high the snow had been when we came in here, I'm guessing it's up to the roof right now," he moved over to the bed again and sat next to her, "We'll just have to wait it out for a while."

Emily looked at her hands. Fingers playing around with the material of her sheet. "Yeah, I guess we should."

"We will get out of here eventually you know. You won't be stuck with me for the rest of your life," Hotch said in an attempt to lighten the mood.

Emily smiled a little at this. The man had a sense of humor when he wanted too. She was glad that he was letting himself be like that with her. Not many people knew that side of him, only seeing the ever stoic mask. He had to be the serious leader, she knew that. She also knew the BAU changed people. Heck, she herself had changed through the years she worked there.

Who wouldn't after seeing everything they did on a daily basis.

"Let's hope not," she joked. "Because being in this dusty, old place doesn't do a person good. It's too dark, the bed is dirty and it smells bad in here." Hotch's attempt to bring a change of atmosphere did wonders to her current state of mind.

The person who built this place certainly hadn't thought of any aspects regarding basic architecture. There were no windows at all. The only light in the cabin came from the small flame in the stove, which was still burning.

Hotch pretended to mock glare at her. Emily grinned. "No offense Hotch."

She noticed his dimples showing in the dim light. "None taken."