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Chapter Twenty Two: Where to Shelter?

FBI Department, Illinois

"Jack!" Samantha called, rushing over to him. He turned to look at her as she ran to his side. "I've recovered the Paige Hobson files. Thank God that the tornadoes passed right over my office."

"And hit my office," said Jack.

"Well," said Samantha, "you could have moved your office closer to mine when you had the chance." She stopped, gathering all the files together to carry them in one hand. "But you refused the idea, so that's your fault."

Jack shrugged and turned to look around. "I'm just glad that everyone on our team is okay."

"Not everyone," said Samantha. "We haven't accounted for Paige yet."

"I'm sure she's fine," said Jack. "But wait, you said you recovered every file? If you had something on Paige Hobson on the computer, how would you get it…?"

Sam pointed to the laptop under the files. "I kept them on a laptop. And Paige had a few files on her desk, so she must know a little more about the case than I thought. But please, stop worrying Jack. We won't have to start over with the whole Paige Hobson case, like we had to do just a year ago."

He wasn't worried, but he knew that if the case didn't get solved soon, they may be in for some big trouble. For the last year no one knew Lindsay Monroe was also Paige Hobson, working with them at the FBI. When they did figure out her true identity, and if she was Paige Hobson, they would have to act like they hadn't known that she was pretending to be Lindsay Monroe while she worked with them, and she would go to jail. She had agreed to that. But if she was truly Lindsay Monroe, she would continue to work with them, and drop the whole Paige Hobson thing. Of course, then the real Paige Hobson would still be missing.

When he turned to look at the spot where Sam had been, she had already left. She wasn't over with the others, but by her car— which had been one of the other things of hers that hadn't been damaged by the storm—putting the files and her computer in the front seat. He wouldn't be surprised if her apartment hadn't been damaged by the storm either.

The five tornadoes that had ripped through the city of Chicago had damaged their building, but only half of it. It was strange seeing half of the building standing and the other half gone, but he was thankful that some of the building was still there. When it came to repairing the building, one half would already be there.

He looked up to the sky, where clouds of rain were still forming. It had rained earlier, but it had been a quick shower. It was their luck that it would rain again, and this time longer, and they would have no place to shelter. The half of the FBI building that was standing would have to do, but he much rather prefer to stay somewhere that was completely enclosed by walls. When he heard the sound of thunder, he guessed that their luck would soon be gone.

He went to join the rest of his team—Danny, Elena, Martin, and Vivian—to see what they were talking about. Samantha was now over by them too; she had obviously done a quick job of putting the files in her car. When he got closer to the group, he realized that they were talking about where to shelter from the rain.

"We need to find a building that hasn't been damaged by the storm," Vivian was saying, "like a public library or a school or something like that."

Martin was nodding his head. "Viv's right. This building probably won't withstand the upcoming rain."

"More rain?" questioned Jack as he walked up to the group.

"According to weather reports," replied Vivian.

"Where are you getting weather reports?" asked Jack.

Elena answered his question this time. "We're getting them from all of the weather reporters walking around here. There is a butch of camera crews, news and weather reporters reporting on the destruction of the five tornadoes."

Jack nodded, thinking that he should have known the answer to his question. It would be obvious that newscasters and weather reporters would be out right now, covering the latest storm.

"Now that we've answered that question," said Danny, "shouldn't we focus on where we're going?"

This time, Jack knew the answer to the question. "Ask one of the weather reporters or newscasters if they know a place where people are sheltering," he explained. "Then we'll go there."

"Good idea, Jack," Samantha commented. "I'll go ask one of the reporters."

As she left, the others still talked of a place to go. Jack ignored the conversation, and instead looked up at the clouds. He hoped the rain would pass over them and cause trouble for some other city that hadn't been affected by the storm. But after hearing the thunder continuously rumble through the sky, he had a feeling that the storm wouldn't pass by. A slight breeze picked up, and soon it began to lightly rain. Jack shivered.

When he saw a glimpse of Samantha, he smiled. She was running, and she had already gotten soaked by the rain, even though it wasn't a heavy downpour. As she ran over to the group, she yelled, "I found a place. The Chicago Public Library didn't get hit by the storm, and that's where they have a lot of people gathering."

"Good," said Danny.

"Wait a minute," said Martin. "How are we going to get there?"

"By walking," said Elena with a shrug.

"Well," said Samantha, coming to stand by Martin, "I do have a car. But unfortunately I can't take all of you at once to the library. Either two of you are going to have to stay here and wait for me, or we can find another car that hasn't been wrecked by the storm, for example, a police car."

"That's probably a better idea," said Vivian. "I'm not going to wait out in the rain or in that half wrecked FBI building."

"Okay," said Danny. "Now, we've got to find a police car that hasn't been damaged or is temporarily being used."

"Found one," said Elena, who had already drifted away from the group. She was standing besides Samantha's car, pointing to a police car across the street. "It looks like one of our own. I guess Samantha didn't exactly see it when she walked to her car earlier."

"And how lucky for her that her car was the only one out of the team that didn't get wrecked," Martin joked.

Samantha shook her head. "Okay, we can split up. Three can come with me and three can drive in the police car."

"Well, let's do it how we had it at the airport, a year back," said Vivian. "Danny, Martin, and I will take the police car; Elena and Jack, you guys take Sam's car."

"Okay," Samantha agreed. She nodded to Jack and headed over to her car.

They quickly huddled into the car, glad to get away from the rain, and drove off to the library. We made it just in time, Jack thought as he gazed out the window. The rain had started to pour, and he wouldn't have wanted to get stuck outside, still waiting for Samantha to bring the news of where to go.

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Chapter 23-Cuddy, Cameron, and Chase have driven to Thirteen's apartment to see if she has survived the storm. But what they expected is no where near to what they find…