Chapter 2
"Emily...EMILY!" Clyde shouted over the screaming and commotion from the rubble falling down as he stood up and brushed the crumbled pieces from the wall off of him. Clyde frantically searched the crowd darting around him for any sign that Emily may have slipped passed him amongst the other panicked individuals. His eyes settled on her, as she slowly got her feet under her. He pushed forward, trying to maneuver his way through the wave of bodies that were rushing toward the exit. He finally reached Emily. Dazed and disoriented, Emily slowly got to her feet, using a fallen beam for leverage, she felt like the room was spinning.
"Emily, are you alright?" Clyde asked, helping her to her feet. "Yeah, I think I'm okay, just a little dizzy that's all," she replied. "You're bleeding, your head," Clyde said as he pulled the handkerchief out of his pocket and placed it on her forehead to wipe away the blood and stem any further bleeding. "Am I? I didn't even notice," she said as she took the handkerchief from him and held it to her wound. "Are you okay? You look like you hit the ground pretty hard," she said while she checked to see if her friend had anything more than just a few cuts and scrapes. "I'm alright, darling, I didn't go down too hard," he said. "Come along, we should get out of here and call the team, your team now. I'm not sure what caused this, but if this is terrorism, you're going to need to help the Bobbies figure out who did this."
As they looked towards the exit, they saw the mass hysteria as people were pushing and shoving each other out of the way to try and get out. Suddenly, they saw a man dressed in an employee's outfit bolt in the opposite direction, down towards the employee's entrance to the terminals. "Well, that isn't odd at all," Clyde said motioning toward the man. "Come along, let's see where he's headed to," he said. They started to pursue this suspicious employee, they followed him towards the hall that he had just entered. Emily flung the hall door open, with Clyde right behind her when they were abruptly stopped by a loud shout.
"Halt!" commanded an officer. He and the other officer with him now pointed their weapons at the two. "Hands in the air where we can see them." the other officer said. Emily and Clyde did as they were told, not wanting to cause any problems. "This is a restricted area. You aren't supposed to be here," the officer said. "My name is Clyde, Agent Clyde Easter. Interpol." Clyde said, opened his suit jacket and reached for his badge case with two fingers. He flipped it open to show the officers. "Aye, and the lady?" the first officer asked. "She works for Interpol too. Well, she did but had to go back to the States for a bit, but now she's back. She is the new Chief of the London office."
"What's your name lass? Do you have a badge too?" the officer asked. "It's Prentiss. Emily Prentiss. And as far as my badge is concerned, I don't have my official Interpol badge just yet, but I do have my other one, the one from the FBI, I can show you that one if you'd like." she said. "Aye. That'll have to do." the officer said, as he lowered his weapon. She reached into her purse for her badge and showed it to the officer. By the time they had finished identifying themselves to the officers, the suspicious employee was long gone, leaving them without their only lead.
"Well, come along then. We must go so we can catch the bastard who did this." the officer said. "Wait a minute, I have to get my things. I'm not going to be getting far without any of my stuff," Emily said as she suddenly remembered that she had left her suitcases and bags behind to follow the suspicious man. "Ah. That's right," Clyde said "It seems I forgot about them too. Well gentlemen, aren't you going to help the lady out?" Reluctantly, the two officers headed towards the bags that were now splayed across the floor. Once they gathered all of the bags, they began lugging the bags alongside them, now headed towards where they would be meeting the team.
The officers led them to another building unaffected by the explosions. They were placed in a small conference room where the team was already waiting. "We already called yer blokes. We didn't know you were inside there." the officer said to them.
This was the first time Emily had stood face-to-face with her new team. "We heard about all of the barney," a young man with light brown hair that was parted and slicked back said. "The names Charlie Evans. Everyone usually just calls me Evans. You must be the new chief," he said looking at Emily.
In the room sat five individuals total, three men and two women. "Alright darling, I guess it's time you get to know your whole team," Clyde said." To the right sat a middle-aged, salt and pepper haired man with a stubble beard, the oldest individual in the room. He wore a dark grey suit with a light grey sweater and a white collared shirt underneath. "This is Mr. Jack Davies, the senior member of the team. Been on the team the longest," Clyde said. "Who are you calling a senior? You ain't no spring chicken yerself," Jack remarked sarcastically.
He then motioned to a woman with reddish brown hair pulled back into a tight ponytail. "This here is Amelia Roberts. One of the best agents we have," he said. "Hiya," Amelia said, "welcome to the team."
Next to Amelia sat a very young red-headed man with freckles and big brown eyes. He was very slim, reminding Emily very much so of Reid. "Here's the youngster, George Jones," Clyde said. "He's a bit of a smarty pants, ain't that right, Georgie?" Charlie interrupted from across the room. His face now turning a shade of pink, George said, "Aye. I guess you could say that."
The last member to be introduced was a young woman with curly light brown hair and bright blue eyes. "And last but certainly not least," Clyde said, "Miss Sophie Smith." "Well, it's nice to finally meet you. Clyde doesn't stop talking about you," Sophie said, smiling.
"Alright now that you know who everyone, is we need to get this show on the road and find this guy," Clyde said. "I agree," Emily said. "I apologize I didn't get to read up on all of your files just yet, so I don't really know that much about you all. Quite frankly, I wasn't planning on there being a case this soon," she said.
Emily joined her team around the oval-shaped conference table in the center of the room. "What do we know so far? Can we pull the security footage of what happened?" she asked. "Aye. Let me call over to my techy in the booth and have it sent down." "Well, let's start with what we know and go from there," Emily said.