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"Hey, you alright?" A voice said. JJ opened her eyes.

"Um, yeah, I'm feeling a lot better," JJ replied, cautiously. She look down and examined her body. She saw that some had taken the metal out of her stomach and put makeshift stitches on. She must have been out hard to not feel that.

"That's good. I stitched you up and pulled the shrapnel out. It was cutting into your lung. I don't know how much damage was done though. I also took out the piece in your leg. It hit a nerve and major vein. I don't want to give a diagnosis to the permanent damage yet, but you are definitely not going to be able to walk on it for a while" he added. "I'm Cooper by the way." He looked like he was in his late thirties or early forties, had black hair and was tall.

"How long was I, uh, asleep for?" JJ asked.

"Two days," Cooper replied. Two days? JJ thought, why hadn't someone found them?

"Are you a doctor?" JJ questioned.

"Yeah, oncologist," Cooper said.

"What's been going on, why haven't we been rescued?" JJ asked.

"I don't know, there has been nothing. Radios are down. We have no contact with anybody," he explained. JJ's heart sank.

She looked at her leg, they had taken the shrapnel out, but she still couldn't feel anything.

"Actually, you might have some luck," Cooper said. JJ looked at him curiously. "I don't know how good of thing it is though… Someone who died during the crash had a broken leg. Someone knew him. He had these and somehow they survived the crash." He pointed to a pair of crutches.

JJ nodded, he was right she wasn't sure how to feel about that.

"Um, I was sitting next to someone on the plane. Jake, did he make it?" JJ asked. Cooper started changing bandages in on her leg. He had obviously raided the plane's first aid supplies.

"Jake…" he said as if trying to remember. "We, uh… we found him on the first day, he died," he said slowly. "You know, I see people die a lot, but I've never seen anything like this. It is just so different." JJ nodded as was about to say something when a commotion broke out nearby.

"What's going on?" she said instead. Cooper shrugged and helped her with the crutches.

"You probably want to move around," he said. They walked, well, he walked and she stumbled, to where the crowd of people were.

"Nobody should have it, we should toss it," a women said. JJ couldn't quite make out what she was pointing at.

"She's right, I don't know any of you and I definitely don't trust you with a gun," someone else said.

JJ instinctively reached for her gun, which coincidently wasn't there. Oh great, she thought sarcastically, so that's where it went. She moved forwards, quicker now and made her way to the front of the group. She saw a man holding the gun up, as if threatening to shoot.

"I'm going to have to ask you to slowly put the gun down," JJ said. Murmurs echoed around her.

"Why should I," the man said, arrogantly.

"Because I am a federal agent," JJ said, sternly.

"Yeah, right, how do we know that?" the man asked, looking around at the crowd. It was odd, a minute ago there were tons of people talking, and know all you could hear was the sounds of the trees rustling.

"I am going to reach for my badge," JJ said. "If it's still there," she added.

She reached down to her waistline and luckily, it was still there, tucked inside her pants. She pulled it and showed it to him, wobbling a bit. His eyes narrowed as he read it and looked at the picture.

"Fine," he said reluctantly as he put it on the ground. "I wasn't actually going to shoot. I just didn't want any of these morons shooting someone," the guy said.

JJ didn't respond and simply reached down and picked it up. She didn't have the gun holster, so she tucked it into her pants, along with her badge.

"What are we going to do about food," someone asked. "And water."

"Well, we have a strong fire going, so that should send out a signal. There are fish, does anyone know how to fish?" Cooper said. He seemed to be taking a leadership role. One hand went up. "Good teach two other people. And for water, the bottles on the plane will run out tomorrow if we keep taking as much as we are right now. We need to only drink when necessary." There were a few nods.

JJ had an idea. "It looks like it is going to rain, we should use the tarps to collect rainwater," JJ said.

"So, an FBI agent?" Cooper asked her. "What department?" Cooper was setting up a tarp and JJ was sitting on the ground, feeling a little useless.

"BAU." Cooper looked confused so she added, "Behavioral Analysis Unit."

"Ah."

"My guess is we are not only going to have search and rescue, but a very elite team of FBI profilers and agents and the entire New Orleans Police Department looking for us," JJ said, laughing a little. She tried not to think about her team and Will, but everything seemed to remind her of them.

"New Orleans PD? Wouldn't this be mainly dealt with in DC?" Cooper asked.

"Oh, my um, fiance is head detective in New Orleans," JJ explained.

Cooper mouthed wow to her.

"What about you, anybody in your life?" JJ asked.

"Well, I just got shot down by someone five seconds ago," he joked. JJ rolled her eyes. "My wife and I divorced last year," he explained. JJ nodded unsure of what to say.

Less than five minutes after everyone had finished setting the tarps up, rain started to plummet down. And only two minutes later, JJ let out a bloodcurdling scream.