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"We need to lift this up, quickly, this thing is gonna blow," a man said. JJ couldn't make out his face. She suddenly felt really tired and tried in vain to keep her eyes open.
"Okay on three," another figure said.
JJ moaned as the force of the plane part moved. Her leg wasn't hurting at all, but the metal thing sticking out of her abdomen sure was. She could could feel it rubbing against her, pushing further inside.
"One… two… three…" The weight was lifted off.
"Oh my god," a woman said, gasping at her leg. JJ forced her eyes open. It was covered in blood and glass and bent in a weird angle.
"I… I don't think," JJ struggled. "I can… walk," JJ slowly finished.
"We need two people to carry her and keep her body straight. The others need to watch her and also make sure there is nothing in the way," a man said. He was the one who spoke first. He seemed to be taking charge.
JJ was lifted up. In a few minutes she was placed onto the ground. She could tell just from the smell that they were in a forest. She opened her eyes again and looked around. There were around thirty people on the plane. There were five people including her, who were lain or sitting on the ground. JJ guessed it was a makeshift hospital of some sort.
She looked around. She saw two small children sitting with someone who looked like their mother. There was a noise, it look a while for her mind to register what was going on.
"The plane is going to blow," she mumbled, unable to make her voice carry through the commotion. She guessed someone had heard her, she wasn't sure who, but they had. A group of people started to yell to other, telling them to move back.
JJ was helped back only moments before an explosion sounded. It went off like a boom. The fiery flame shot up. Within seconds it was gone.
JJ suddenly felt drowsy. Unable to postpone unconsciousness for any longer, she welcomed the darkness.
Quantico
"We should call Hotch and Rossi, although I am sure that Hotch has been informed," Emily said finally.
"Someone should call Detective LaMontagne…" Morgan said looking towards Garcia.
Garcia nodded and grabbed Emily computer. She logged on and did whatever Garcia does. Emily didn't even bother asking how Garcia had gotten onto her computer. In a few seconds Garcia found Will's number. She looked up, not knowing what to do next.
The group exchanged glances.
"Let's call Hotch first I guess," Derek said. He took out his phone and dialed Hotch's number.
"Hotch," he answered, not looking at the caller ID.
"Hey uh Hotch-" Morgan started.
"Morgan, why are you calling?" Hotch cut Derek off. It was very odd for Morgan to call Hotch outside of cases. Hotch could already tell something was wrong.
"Have you heard about the plane?" He asked carefully.
"No I've been with Jack all day. There isn't a case, JJ hasn't called. So what is it Morgan?" Hotch asked, slightly irritated and wishing that Derek would get to the point already.
"There was a plane that lost communication with controls. It doesn't look good. It was a commercial flight, from Washington to New Orleans," Morgan started, he knew that Hotch would want all the details.
"JJ," Hotch said, knowing immediately what was going on now.
"Emily is her Emergency contact and they called her earlier," Morgan said.
They talked for only a few more minutes. Hotch said he was going to make some calls and make sure that they got word of anything as soon as it happened. He also thought that it was a good idea to call Will and said he would let Rossi know.
"So who want to call him?" Morgan asked after hanging up.
Looks were exchanged across the four faces again.
"I can," Emily said. "I'll put in on speaker." Morgan tossed Emily his phone. After dialing the number on the computer screen, Emily waited for Will to pick up.
"LaMontagne," a voice on the other line answered.
Police Station in New Orleans
Will was arguing with one of the officers when his phone rang. He was worried and pretty much as scared as he would be if he was on that plane. That turned him into a not so nice guy.
"LaMontagne," Will said when he got back to his office. He didn't recognize the number.
"Um Detective LaMontagne," there was a pause, "this is Emily Prentiss…" It was clear that the speaker on the other end didn't know exactly what to say. Luckily for her, Will knew who she was.
"Agent right? You work with JJ," Will asked. "I am also guessing that you know that we have been dating. Probably not from her," Will laughed a bit to himself. His accent very prominent.
"Uh yeah, have you heard anything Detective?" Emily asked. They both didn't want to mention plane as if the word itself was tabooed.
"No, I am still getting over the fact that that they can just lose contact, that can't be easy to do," Will said in an exasperated voice.
"Actually it isn't. For a plane to lose contact with controls, if in a crash which with United Airlines is like 1 in 10.1 million, the plane would have to go down in approximately 98 seconds. For its coordinates to not be sent to controls, it would have to lose contact at least 115 seconds before the crash. Most pilots radio in a lose in contact and get instructions from the dispatch there. Now the reaction time is around 65 seconds so that means for the remaining 50 seconds something much have distracted the pilot and the co-pilot. The odds of all that happening is like 0.00045 to 1000," Reid said. Derek gave him one of his "why the hell do you know that" looks that he saved just for the Doctor.
"Dr. Reid, I suppose," Will said more of a statement than a question.
"Yep, the one and only," Emily said.
"JJ told me about him," his voice broke slightly at JJ. "She called him Spence, said he is like a brother."
Nobody knew quite what to say.
"She will be okay Detective," Emily said.
"Will, please," Will replied. "So there is no news on that side?" He asked hopefully.
"No, they lost contact and that is about it. Search and rescue are retracing the planes flight, but that could take days, if not weeks," Emily said.
"I hope she is alright," Will said, his voice breaking. Even on the phone it was obvious how much he cared and loved JJ. "I just want my fiance back."
"Fiance?" Derek asked.
"I'm on speaker aren't I? Lemme take a guess. Agent Derek Morgan?" Will guessed. JJ had told him a lot about her team or family depending on how you look at it.
"Hey man, you can call me Morgan or Derek" Derek said.
"Okay my buttercup is engaged?" Garcia asked.
"Um Penelope Garcia?" Will asked.
"Yes, now back to my initial question,"
"I um proposed to her three weeks ago. She doesn't want to get married yet though." He said. "I've got to go I think there is some news. Uhh call me if there is anything there? I do the same on this end."
"Yeah don't worry," Emily said.
"I will," Will said before hanging up.
