The flight to Portland went by extremely slow. Probably because one, I was bored out of my mind, and two, I was freaking out about finding Sarah.

It had been about an hour since we had taken off from Quantico and everyone was doing their own thing. Prentiss and Spencer were playing cards, Morgan was listening to his iPod, J.J. was asleep, Hotch was going over the case file, and David, well I couldn't find David until I felt movement in the seat next to me.

"Melissa, have you alerted your mother that you'll be in Lewiston these next few days?"

"Nope." My mother was still a sore subject for me.

"Melissa, she should know. These past few years she must have been wondering where you are and what happened to you."

"David, in all honesty, if she gave a rats ass about my safety she would have tried to find me when I moved out, but she didn't. She's my mother, why should it be up to me to go see her?"

"Because, she's your mother. You just said it yourself."

I just stared at him. I knew my mother was a sore subject for him as well, after all, he had been married to her.

"Fine." I said in defeat.

He gave me a nod of approval and got up from the seat and left.

My parents divorced when I was five and my biological father died shortly after so I was with my mom full time. When I was eight we vacationed in Virginia and that's where my mom met David. After two years of dating, they were married, he left the BAU to go to Maine for us and became a father to me.

When I was eleven David adopted me, giving me his name. Although it might have been an insult to my late father, I didn't really care. He never made and effort to save the marriage he just left with some newly graduated blonde.

By the time I was sixteen everything seemed perfect. Until mom confessed she had cheated on David and was kicking him out of the house. Before I knew it the only father I had ever known was gone. David and I kept in contact though and he told me when I was old enough, to go down to Virginia and he would take me in, which he did.

Mom on the other hand went off the edge. She was going out all night and partying, and some verbal abuse became a part of my life. She was always telling me I wasn't good enough and punishing me for the dumbest things. I was in the shower a minute too long, I didn't cook something she liked, I didn't make her bed for her. I was tired of it and missed David.

By the time I was seventeen and getting ready to graduate it took a turn for the worse. She had come after me one night after an argument and I fought back. I kicked her ass, packed my stuff and ran to Sarah's house and stayed there till I moved to Quantico. That was the last time I ever saw my mother.

She never made an effort to find me. I kept telling myself if she really cared she would come find me, but it never happened. She never even showed up to my graduation which made my move to Quantico a lot easier than I originally thought it would be.

Last I knew she was married to her fourth husband and they spent most of their money on alcohol.

My thoughts of my past were interrupted by a sudden jolt. The jet was hitting some major turbulence.

I looked around at the rest of my co-workers and they were all now seated and buckled like I was or so I thought.

The jet hit a huge bump and I went flying, apparently after take off, I took my seatbelt off and was so fixated on my thoughts I didn't hear the warning about the turbulence and never re-buckled.

We hit an even bigger bump and that did it. I was thrown up, banged my head, and then saw black.

I woke up, still on the plane a few hours later surrounded by three of my team members.

"Thank god she's alright." I looked over to Prentiss

"Well, she looks it, but she could have a concussion, we'll need to get her checked out." Hotch replied.

Emily looked back down at me.

"Melissa, can you sit up for us?"

It took a bit to realize what she was saying but I did slowly sit up with the help of Daivd's hand on my back.

"Melissa, what's your date of birth?" asked Emily

"September 12, 1989."

"Well at least she knows that. Would Reid be able to tell if she has a concussion or not?" Emily was looking at Hotch as she asked this.

"More than likely. After we landed the rest of the team got off the plane to give us some room." replied David instead of Hotch.

"We're in Maine?" I asked excitedly.

This got me a reassuring look from Prentiss.

"No, we aren't. After you hit your head we made an emergency landing in New York, but since you seem to be doing okay, we're going to have the rest of the team re-board the jet, have Reid take a look at you, then fly up to Portland."

I gave her an annoyed look. I knew it wasn't her fault but I just wanted to get home so badly.

Within minutes Reid, Morgan, and J.J. had walked back on the jet. This time instead of laying on the floor, I was seated in on of the jet's seats.

Spence came over and examined me and I was cleared from having a concussion. Thank God.

If I had a concussion that meant I would have had to go back to Virginia, which was far from what I wanted.

After my examination, the jet took off again and in less than an hour, we were touching down in Portland, Maine.