-Back on the plane-

(JJ's POV)

"For right now," the leader said to the man holding onto my shoulder. "Sit her back down somewhere." The man holding my shoulder tugged me back a little and pushed me into the seat next to Gabriel.

"Tell your boyfriend to keep his mouth shut next time," the hijacker muttered. I looked over at Gabriel and he leaned in closer to me.

"What was that all about?" He whispered.

"They found out I was an agent," I replied, not trying to hide it anymore. I became angry at myself for throwing up my wallet. I probably could've gotten away with not throwing it in the aisle since it would be hard to tell who did and who didn't. Gabriel smiled a little.

"So, you're not in real estate?" He asked in a low voice. "And agent? As in FBI?" I shook my head. He nodded and slowly peeled back his jacket, revealing a badge, a police baton, and a small handgun.

"So, you're not a businessman?" I asked jokingly he. He shook his head. He let his jacket fall back into place, concealing his gun, badge, and baton. His head carefully lifted and looked around, scanning for any nearby gunmen. Two were in the front of the coach section, one was in the back talking loudly to some passengers, and the other two had gone up to the cockpit. He leaned back in.

"I'm the Air Marshall on this flight."

"Yeah, I got the impression," I joked. One of the gunmen slowly started to come down the aisle and Gabriel leaned back and talked totally off topic from the previous topic.

"So what were you doing in Cleveland again?" He asked, seeming like we were just having a casual conversation.

"Uh, I was visiting my mom and helping her move into her new place. She just moved from Pennsylvania," I said as casually as I could, tending up as I heard the footsteps of the gunman go right behind me.

"What the hell is taking so long?!" The leader, recognizable from his voice, shouted. The gunman that just walked down the aisle walked back up to the leader. "They should be taking off by now!"

"I'll go see what's up," the other one said. He was the one that found my badge. He went up to the cockpit and returned seconds later.

"They're refusing to take off," he muttered. "They know we won't kill them since no one else can fly the plane that we know of." The leader quickly shot his eyes up and searched the crowd of people. His eyes focused just about and to the left of me. He pointed forward and whispered something to the other man. The one that went to the cockpit nodded and headed down the aisle to my left. I turned around just before I heard a high-pitched scream and cry.

"No, please!" A man shouted. I saw behind me the gunman holding a young girl, no more than 4, by the back of her neck and pushing her forward. People around started to get up, but the man pushing the girl forward waved his gun at them and they sat back down, still murmuring and pleading with the gunman. Just as he passed me, I stood up and connected my fist to his cheek before he could react. He fell back in pain and released the girl.

"Stop!" The loud voice of the leader roared. I looked back and saw him pointing his gun, not at me, but at the young girl. I Immediately relaxed my body and stared at the leader with challenging eyes. He kept his gun trained on her and I saw, out of the corner of my eye, the man from the back of the plane come up the next aisle to the right of the one I was in, coming around to the other side of me. The man that I just hit stood up and faced me. I stayed still, however, knowing that the leader still threatened the child's life. The one I hit quickly brought up his own fist and it hit just under my nose. I stumbled back in pain as I heard him mutter a word. Two hands grabbed my arms and I felt cold cuffs to around my wrists.

"Take her up there and show the pilots how serious we are," the leader told the man I hit, pointing to the young girl. The one holding me tugged me back and sat me back in the seat next to Gabriel. He uncuffed the cuff on my left wrist and cuffed it to the arm of my chair on my right side. He walked away and the leader walked over to me and leaned down. The plane was nearly silent, and he spoke quietly.

"Don't try anything again," he said softly. "If we gotta show you we're serious, we will. But I really don't wanna see you get hurt." I just stared at him and he chuckled. He stood back up straight. "I'll take that as a yes that you won't do anything dumb anymore." He sauntered up the plane and went into the cockpit, I assumed. Two of the masked gunmen came back from the cockpit and started their patrol up and I felt a trickle of blood run from my nose down to my lip. The familiar taste of iron entered my mouth.

"Are you ok?" Gabriel asked worriedly in a hushed voice.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry about me," I said quietly. He gave me an unconvinced look. I laughed a little. "Really; I'm ok. I've been through worse."

"Wouldn't surprise me. You seem pretty tough."

"Thanks," I smiled. Gabriel's worried expression warmed up into a smile and the plane suddenly moved forward quickly. The leader and the other gunman from the plane came back into the main cabin and my heart skipped a beat when I saw the little girl wasn't with them. I almost shouted out something, but she came into view, stumbling behind the last two men to enter the cabin. Her right eye was swollen shut and tear streaks marked her face. She also had rough red streaks on her cheeks, probably from a gag. She kept her head down and returned to her seat next to the man who had screamed out. I looked back and forth in awe, from her to the leader. He caught my shocked state, and the next time I looked at him, he winked at me.