Hey y'all. Sorry again for the delay (I am probably going to keep saying that until I finish the story... and like all my other ones to). But I have finished this disappointingly short chapter. Please review! Makes me happy :) JJ's mind wavered through thoughts of Will, of the team. Life seemed to be going somewhere for her. She knew that there was a future with Will and her. Now, she might not even get to see it. JJ's eyes started to droop as unconsciousness slid carefully to her. She accepted the escape, but before complying with the darkness she glanced over at Copper and the rest of them. They were deep in discussion about something. JJ use too exhausted to try to figure it out. She dreamt about Will. It was the first time that she had flown over. He was waiting at the gate for her with flowers; as cheesy as it sounds. She was nervous, butterfly's swam hurriedly in her stomach, giving her a feeling that she hadn't felt in years. She only had her carry on with her, so they made small talk as they walked through the airport. He smiled and laughed like a little kid and JJ couldn't help but too. Suddenly flashes of red appeared everywhere, covering her slight. She sputtered, gaging on the blood. It took a few minutes for JJ to realizes that she was awake. Kim and Zander were trying to get her to a better seated position to help her stop coughing blood up. Her breathing was labored and short. Everything hurt. The worst was the task of breathing. It felt like a million needles piercing inside her. She tried to breathe carefully and slowly, but the pain in her chest wouldn't lessen. She started vomiting more and more. Dark red liquid spewed from her mouth as she threw up uncontrolably. Back in Quantico. The entire team was back in the office as they basically waited for more information. Despite their attempts, there wasn't much that they could do for JJ. They all turned towards the phone when the shrill ringtone chimed out. Seconds later, another phone rang out from Hotch's office. Emily reached forwards and picked her's up. She didn't recognize the number, but she guessed it was the detective from the area code. "Prentiss," Emily answered. Her foot shook in impatience at what the other calls had to say. "Yeah... Okay... Thanks Will... I know..." She hung up and faced the profilers. By that time Hotch was done on his phone call and had come with Rossi down to the bullpen. "That was the Will," Emily said, addressing the concerned profilers. "Apparently they have narrowed down the range of the plane and have directed the search and rescue there." "I just got off with the NTSB," Hotch said. "They have located the plane. They will be taking the surviers to Mercy. The estimated arrival time is three to four hours. We should be there in one." A thunderous silence screamed as the team processed the news. "Prentiss, you should probably call Will back and tell him," Rossi interrupted, breaking the silence. There was a breathe of relief that was echoed among everyone, but as well a sense of antisopation and worry. How many causalties are there? How many survivors? And then, which category does JJ fit into? N/A Okay so sorry if the formatting sucks. I wrote in on my phone at like 1:30 in the morning. As we'll for spelling.. The autocorrect is slightly messed up and I do not have spellcheck :( Anyway the rescue will be in the next chapter. Whether or whether not JJ survives. (Hehehe) I am also going to finish this fic up in the next chapter most likely so yeah... Please read and review 3
