Yay, it's me! Have this update *throws the update at people*. Please R & R. Flames will be eaten by my pet dragon.
For the team, the flight on the jet was the gateway between their personal lives as a family, and the professional team tasked with solving the most violent of cases all across the country. Until they set foot in the jet, they were lighthearted, souls warmed by the ever-bright Penelope, who always seemed subdued in the outside world, as if even she was affected by the strange magic that was the flight, the magic that drained even Garcia of her brightness. As soon as they landed, they were the BAU, a professional team that went to great lengths to save those around them. They'd broken, they'd grown back together, they'd fallen apart, but the second they stepped off the jet, none of that mattered anymore.
Occasionally, the professional fronts would drop, usually when Penelope Garcia was involved, but, for the most part, the gateway between the humans and the agents was a small Gulfstream jet that had seen the horrors of their every case, and they'd have it no other way.