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"You better be listening to me, midget." The girl had lain down on the floor, stretching out away from the medics in an attempt to stay close while giving them as much room as she could. Propping herself up on her elbows, she focused on Rachel's face and tried to ignore the blood on her chest. "You hang on, hear me chica? Don't you let this guy win. I will drag you back just to kick your ass. You're not allowed to go on my watch. I told Puck I'd handle this shit, and I will. I'm going to keep talking and you're going to keep breathing so these guys can keep working. Puck's helping their boss. How's that for irony, huh? Biggest badass of Lima and he's helping the feds. Cops back home would never believe it. Troublemaking Puckerman? Never happen. God I hate those pricks." She paused and her eyes narrowed as she glared at the unresponsive girl. Huffing, she continued. "See, this is annoying! I've been hanging around you so long I even stop to let you get your word in. This is where you're supposed to speak up and call me on my language or disrespect or something! This silence shit is not normal. Damn it, why the hell did I let you in? What's that riff?"

A watery giggle came from the side. She glanced around to see Tina blinking back tears and a shaky smile on her face. "She's going to be so pissed. She's missing the most dramatic part of the story."

Santana sniffed. "Girl's got a serious thing for the spotlight."

"Yeah," agreed Mike. "And she's dragging us with her. Who would've thought, huh?"

Brittany sniffled, but remained silent. Santana took a deep breath and looked back at Rachel. "Okay, you get this right? We've got work to do this year. If you're going to drag us all out of Lima, we've got to get to Nationals first. And we need you up and running to do that. We sure can't leave it up to Schue. Man's pretty cool all things considered, but he's way too attached to that classic rock shit. It's got some good stuff, but he's in a rut. Like nothing goods been made in the past twenty years? Please."

As Santana continued to ramble, Vin carefully looked over the teenagers.

iJosiah's right. Rachel's the alpha female. Sounds like a new pack, but already gellin' pretty good. Sometimes it doesn't take long. If they lose her, they're going to break. Santana's holdin' on, but just because she's got the others to care for. Brittany's breakin' already and Tina's not far behind her. Mike's a good guy, but he's still a bit of a kid./i

Vin crouched down by JD. "Keep an ear on the others. I'm goin' to go help the kids."

JD nodded and the sniper quietly walked over to the three seated teens. Tapping Mike on his shoulder, Vin gestured for him to have a seat by Tina. Even as the boy moved, Vin took the chair next to Brittany and brushed her blonde hair away from her face. Teary blue eyes gazed up at him before the girl let go of her friend to burrow into his side, sobbing softly. Wrapping his arms around the shaking girl, he began to rock slightly, rubbing one hand up and down her back. He did not bother trying to comfort her with words; it never worked for him. He simply let her cling and cry.

Tina had buried her head in Mike's shoulder as soon as Brittany had moved. Vin nodded at the kid in approval as he copied the agent's actions. Vin's eyes shifted down to Santana. The girl gave him a small but grateful smile. She continued talking to Rachel, completely ignoring the tears that had begun to trickle down her cheeks. Vin took a deep breath and rested his chin on the top of Brittany's head.

iDamn. I hate it when kids are involved./i

Movement caught the corner of his eye. Glancing over, he watched as JD rose to his feet and picked up his laptop. The younger agent began walking towards them, stopping momentarily to talk to the security guards watching the door and the body. Then he continued towards the group. One of the guards stepped over to a closet and pulled out a folding chair. He brought the chair over to JD and set it up near Rachel. JD nodded and put his laptop down on its new surface. He shifted it around so that he could sit next to Santana but still be out of the way. Vin watched as their youngest member reached out and touched the girl's shoulder. She blinked back tears and gave him a thankful look.

JD kept his hand on Santana's shoulder, but turned his head back towards the laptop screen. Tapping a couple of keys, he gave a half nod. "Okay, Buck, copy that. If they can handle the final dismantling and evidence lock-up, we could use you back here." He paused. "See you in a few."

As his left hand flew across the keyboard, Mike gave a low, watery whistle. "You're faster than I am with two hands."

JD flashed him a tiny grin. "Ambidextrous. It comes in handy." After a few more keystrokes, he keyed his communicator once more. "Puck, let Chris know that Romeo is clear and returning to the den." After a long silence, he asked, "Who does he want making those calls? ... Understood."

A few minutes later, Buck entered the room just as JD's communicator signaled. "Ezra? Got it. Airport security willing to takeover now? … Good, Chris has a task for you."

Buck crouched down next to Nate. "Hey, Doc, how's it going?"

Nate glanced up at him as all four teens focused on him. "She's holding…even better, she's fighting."

Santana gave a smirk. "That's my girl. You keep fighting, Rae, you hear me?"

"She hears you," Buck told her. "Our team's been through this enough to know; she hears you. She'll fight all the harder because she knows you're waiting for her."

"Good," stated the teen. "She damn well better, or so help me I will kick her Broadway-loving ass."

Nathan broke into the conversation. "Buck, I need you to call the hospital. Let them know we'll bring her in as soon as we have a chance of making it in one piece."

Buck nodded and rose as he pulled out his cell phone. He dialed a familiar number. "This is Buck Wilmington of Team Seven. Hey, Annie…no, it's not one of us this time, I promise….Yeah, I know…Look, we're at the airport with a gunshot victim. Nate and the paramedics are holding her steady. ..Soon as the weather breaks…that's the plan…Right…victim is a teenage female, Caucasian. Looks to be sixteen or so…no, don't know the blood type…"

Brittany lifted her head from Vin's shoulder and focused on the mustached agent. "A positive. Rachel's an A positive."

"Are you sure, Britt?" Santana asked.

The blonde nodded. "She and I talked about it one time, and she was really excited because we had the same type. I just wanted to know if that meant we were sisters."

Buck gave her a supportive smile. "Annie? She's an A positive…That's okay, one of her friends has the same type…Let me check." Buck moved over and crouched down in front of Brittany. "Hey, sweetheart, the hospital wants to know if you'd be willing to share some of your blood with Rachel."

Brittany frowned for a minute and then asked, "Will it help?"

"Yeah," replied Buck. "It'll help a lot."

"Then they can have all of it," she replied, nodding her head and holding out her hand. Buck enfolded her hand gently in his.

"Don't worry, darling. They don't need all of it." He smiled up at her before talking into his phone once more. "She's willing to donate…Alright, I'll let Nate and the others know…See you in a bit." He looked over his shoulder at Nate as he hung up the phone. "Brittany will need to come in the same ambulance with Rachel. They're low on A positive blood and everything's running late due to the storm."

Nate nodded. At that moment, Ezra returned. Striding over to the group, he lifted a brow in question.

"Holdin' steady," Vin replied. The agent nodded and walked over to JD.

"I believe you needed my presence, Mr. Dunne?" he inquired.

"Just a sec," answered JD as he listened to something from the others still in the field. "Copy that Josiah. Come back as soon as you can." He tapped a couple of keys. "Puck, Gambler and Preacher are clear and returning to the den."

"Three down, one to go," murmured Tina. Mike tightened his arm around her. She rested her head on his shoulder.

JD turned to his fellow agent. "Ezra, we need to get the kid's information and make some phone calls. Chris figures it'll be a couple of weeks before the doctors want Rachel flying home."

Nate broke in. "She'll be a few days at the hospital, but then they'll want her resting as much as possible for at least two weeks. She'll have to return to her regular activities slowly."

"Great," muttered Santana, staring at the girl in question. "How the hell are we supposed to do that? Sit on her?"

Nate gave her a conspiratorial grin. "Yes, if necessary, you sit on her."

"Anyway," continued JD, "Chris figures it'll be easier on her if some of her friends are here. He said you'd be best in dealing with the parents. He wants us to find out how many can stay if we take care of room and board for them."

From her spot next to JD, Santana reached up and tapped on Ezra's shin. He looked down at her before kneeling beside her. "Yes, my dear?"

"You got a pen and some paper?" she asked. When he pulled a notepad out of his pocket, she gave him a smile. "Santana Lopez; 419-867-5309; my mother's name is Rosa. Oh, and you'll need Puck's info too. Noah Puckerman; 419-634-5789; his mother's name is Mara."

He nodded. "And what about Rachel?"

"Rachel Berry; 419-489-4608; she's got two dads, Alan and Leroy."

He took down the information and patted her shoulder. Moving to the others, he jotted down a few more notes before moving across the room to begin making phone calls. As he passed the doorway, Josiah walked in. Ezra nodded at him but gestured towards the group. The profiler nodded back and continued over to the others.

"Damn."