The Flight

Time to Research

Garcia stares at the black computer screen in utter shock. Tears run down her face as she lets out a small scream.

Garcia herself, isn't even sure what happened to her friends, but she runs from her small office and down halls to the office of the Section Chief.

Not even caring what's going on inside the office, she barges in, to see Cruz sitting at his desk going over paperwork.

When he looks up to see Garcia, crying, in his office, he immediately stands and confronts her. "What is it?" He asks in all seriousness, as he grabs a tissue for her.

"Th-their gone!!" she cries and puts the tissue to her eyes.

"Who's gone? The team? Yes, they had a case; they left this morning. You should know this Garcia," Cruz says, trying to be concerned with what's going on.

"No!" Garcia snaps, "I was on call with them in the jet and seconds later, Hotch said help, and he was panicking. And and," she stutters, "and then the screen went black. Sir I think the jet fell." Garcia looses it, she starts trembling at the thought of her friends out, hurt somewhere, and she couldn't do anything about it.

Cruz's face looses all color as he runs to the phone and quickly dials a number.

Garcia isn't sure who Cruz is calling but after she hears him spit a few words, he hangs up and takes Garcia out into the hallway.

By the movement in the hallways, people must have just been alerted.

Cruz looks at Garcia, as they continue walking down the hallway, "this is going to be an all hands on deck search. But you are member of this team so you use whatever knowledge and still you have to track that plane, find out where our coworkers are, and get them home safely."

And with that, Garcia rushes to her desk to locate her friends. She sits at her colorful desk, although all the happy knickknacks have no effect on lifting her dreadful mood.

She stares at the computer screen for what feels like hours when there is a knock on the door. The knock breaks Garcia's trance, as she blinks several times while turning around to see who enters.

She feels aggravated yet relieved when she sees the familiar face of Kevin walk through the door.

"Hey. I'm so so sorry about what's happening," he says as he goes right up to Garcia and hugs her, which brings back the bad memories for Garcia, and she hugs back. "I was sent down here to see if you needed help. Mind some company?" Kevin asks as he pulls away from the hug.

"Okay, just take a seat," Garcia says as she clears off a spot for his laptop and takes her seat once again.

"What are you working on right now? I'll see if I can help," the male tech says as he opens his laptop and logs on.

Garcia begins to type again, "I'm trying to locate the plane's coordinates before it went down; but I'm having no luck getting in to the plane towers system."

"The U.S. cracked down on the plane technology in those towers because of 9/11 and other related events. You can keep trying but it might be easier just to ask the operator."

Garcia nods and dials the number of a tower operator.

"Hello?" says a voice coming from the other end.

"Hi, I am Penelope Garcia with the Behavioral Analyst Unit of the FBI and I need to get into a tower's system close to Denver, Colorado."

The lady on the other end replies, "sorry I can't do that for you ma'am. You can't get into the system. We don't allow that anymore."

"Does it sound like I care if you don't allow it anymore?" Garcia yells into the phone, "A team of FBI agents were in a plane that is believed to have gone down in that area and its of need to find their location immediately."

"Okay Miss. I'll grant you access."

"Thank you ," Garcia says impatiently as the lady let's her into the secure network.

Garcia looks at Kevin to find that he is looking at her.

"What happened with not allowed to call yourself an FBI agent?" he asks, almost in a sarcastic form.

She looks at him with a straight face, "anything to find my friends."

And with that, she turns back to her computer and looks to where the plane was last spotted.