Crash Course

Chapter Two

A/N- the little knight symbolizes a POV change from Kailyn to Spencer :)

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There's a loud sound from outside the right side of the jet, almost like an explosion. As soon as that happens, the plane begins to swoop down and to the left. The alarms begin blaring, and the gas masks come down. I'm in full on panic mode, except now I'm accompanied by the rest of the team. I try not to let my intrusive thoughts take over, but I eventually give in. 'You're going to die, Kailyn. You're going to die before you get to say goodbye. Before you find the love of your life. You've barely lived and now-'
Her thoughts are interrupted when the backend of the jet, where Hotch, Blake and I are seated, detaches from the front of the plane. It feels as though we're falling in slow motion. I lose sight of Hotch when the seats detach from the body of the plane, which is only seconds after the initial break. I can't even scream, and I've pretty much accepted that this is the end of the road for us. About three seconds later, I slam to the ground, and everything goes black on impact.
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The only thing I can hear right now is the screams from the rest of the team. Me, I couldn't even process what was going on. I had statistics on plane crashes racing through my brain, trying to figure out whether or not we were going to survive. Kailyn, Blake and Hotch are probably already dead based on the speed of the plane, and how high up we are. No one can survive a fall like that, and if by some miracle they do, they're going to have a lot of injuries, deficits, you name it. My mind is moving a million miles a minute, when Morgan grabs my hand. We lock eyes, and can't say anything. But we both know it's our goodbye to one another. We held hands up until impact, which came only moments later. I see everyone jolt forward in their seats, their seatbelts keeping their lower halves in their seats. Well, all except Rossi, who goes flying towards the front of the plane, slamming his left shoulder and left side of his face into the wall. Everyone sits for a moment, attempting to catch their breath. After a few moments, I realized Morgan was still holding my hand. I look at him, and he seems to be unconscious. He must've hit his head on impact.
"Morgan? Morgan! C'mon, man, you gotta get up," I say, shaking him. You try not to worry as you feel for a pulse. I exhaled sharply when I felt his pulse, strong and steady. He slowly opens his eyes. He looked so peaceful for a second, before realizing what had just gone down.
"Is everyone okay?" JJ calls from her seat
"I- I think so- oh my god, we need to go find Kailyn a-a-and Hotch and Blake, maybe they're okay!" I know statistically they're probably dead, but I want to believe they're still alive, no matter what statistics say.
"Wait, JJ, aren't you-" Rossi starts, finally getting up and sliding into a seat as he rubs his shoulder.
"Shit. Uh, yeah. I'm pregnant," she pauses, taking a second to get her emotions in check. The whole team, including me, stares at her in shock. She continues, "I was going to have you all over when we got home from this case to tell you, but I guess that plan's off the table,".
"JJ, there's no guarantee that the baby's dead. We won't know until we get out of- wherever we are. Speaking of, does anyone know where we are right now?" Morgan asks. The jet goes silent for a minute. No one knows.
"Wait, guys, let's call Garcia and have her track us. She'll know where we are, she'll get help to us in no-" I freeze. I stop thinking, stop breathing, nothing is going on inside of me when I look at my phone after trying to call Garcia.
"Spencer? What is it?" Rossi asks, getting worried. You take a second before answering.
"There's, uh, there's no service out here. I can't contact her. We're stuck, guys,".