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It was bright. That was pretty much all JJ could decipher from the crazy scene she had awoken to. She squinted against the light, trying to get her bearings. Where hell am I, she thought. The light became too much for her head to handle and she closed her eyes. Determined not to pass out again, she forced them open.
There was an annoying, high pitched noise that didn't seem to want to stop ringing. JJ looked around, her eyes starting to adjust to the brightness and panicked at what she saw.
She was in the back of what looked like a half blown up room. No that wasn't right; it was definitely a plane. Then she remembered the crash. She made a move to get up, but her body protested. She managed to lift her neck up a little to examine the damage that her body had endured and determine if she could get up. It shot rays of pain that echoed throughout her body.
Luckily, her arms and right leg seemed to be fine, only some cuts from flying glass. Her left leg however, was underneath some part of the plane, but what scared her the most was that she couldn't feel it. All she could see was blood and large piece of shrapnel sticking out her thigh.
She looked at her torso, it had another piece of shrapnel lodged in it. That one she could feel. Every small movement seemed to dig it deeper into her body. She winced in pain.
Her head. She probably had a concussion. She wasn't buckled during the crash, so she must of flown pretty hard backwards.
The ringing continued and she banged her head against the floor at a feeble attempt to stop it. It was obvious that she wasn't going to be able to move the giant plane part off her leg, so she was going to need help. She cried out as loud as she could. Pain thundered throughout her body. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a few figures yelling and coming towards her.
At the airport in New Orleans.
Will was waiting at the airport for JJ to come, she should have been here awhile ago. Maybe her plane was delayed, Will thought. Something didn't feel right to him.
He started to look for an information desk to ask about her plane, but an announcement on the PA system went off, catching his attention.
United Airlines would like to ask all personals waiting for the passengers arriving from United Airlines flight 213 from Washington DC, to please go to the information desk at the arriving terminal. That is all personals waiting for the passengers arriving from United Airlines flight 213 from Washington DC, to please go to the information desk at the arriving terminal. Thank you.
Will's heart sank, what the hell was going on.
Emily's house with Emily, Morgan, Reid and Garcia.
"You know, I don't know if I like this whole 'JJ long-distance dating' thing. She never goes out with us anymore," Garcia said. The four were gathered at Emily's house for lunch.
"At least she is happy Baby Girl," Derek said.
"Yeah, I don't think I've seen her smile that much, like ever," Emily added.
"Well at least I give my approval on her choice in the male species," Garcia said. She had looked him up immediately after hearing the word of JJ dating a detective from New Orleans and deemed him to be a good enough guy for JJ.
"I really don't think we should be talking about JJ like this," Reid stated, uncomfortably. "She hasn't told us about him for a reason." It was true, the whole team including Hotch and Rossi had found out about JJ and Will in different ways. None of them had talked to JJ about it yet.
"Wow Boy Genius, spoken like someone with experience in that category," Morgan joked, ruffling his hair.
"What category," Reid said, cluelessly as he pushed Morgan's had away. He reached for the TV remote.
"What are you doing Reid?" Emily asked.
"There is a Star Wars marathon on right now. It starts in approximately twenty six point three seconds," he said simply as he powered it on.
"Of course," Emily said. "Approximately," she muttered sarcastically after. Morgan and Garcia stifled laugh.
A representative from United Airlines said that that they lost contact with the plane at 2:17pm. Now they are…
"Reid, hold on leave it, actually turn it up" Garcia said, interested in what they were saying on the news.
Spencer did as he was told, but mumbled something about missing the beginning.
The commercial flight 213 left Washington Dulles International Airport today at 1:25pm today was said to arrive at New Orleans today at 3:35pm. The whereabout of the plane are still unknown, but the captain did radio in that they were encountering turbulence only minutes before they lost contact.
The house was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Emily finally broke the silence.
"What flight number and airline was JJ flying?" She asked quietly. She didn't want it to be true.
"I'm not sure about her flight number, but I know she almost always uses United Airlines," Garcia replied, tears streaming down her face.
"What should we do?" Reid asked no one in particular.
As if on cue, Emily's phone rang. Tears of dread formed in her eyes, she knew what the call was most likely about. The brunette left the room to go answer it, but the others could still hear her.
"Yes, this…"
"Oh god…"
"I can contact them…"
"Yes, uh Detective William LaMontagne Jr…"
"Thank you…"
"Please call if there is anything…"
Emily walked solomnly back into her living room. Someone had muted the TV, presumably to listen to Emily's conversation. Upon her return, the three looked up at her face and it didn't take a profiler to know the news.
"I am her emergency contact," Emily explained, struggling to get the right words out. Garcia quickly hugged her.
"What should we do?" Reid asked again.
