Wowee, look at all the wonderful reviews.
Katie, welcome back! *hugs*
I'll respond to everyone's reviews (because I have a lot to say) a little later.
My High Road
Australia, 11am
Horatio: Here....*puts on shades* We are.
Anni: ...We get it. You've been saying that since we got off the plane.
Colton: So...Where are Delko and Jess?
Missy: I don't know, they never landed.
JC: Maybe they fell asleep in the airport and missed their flight.
Megan: So...It's only us?
Calleigh: Looks like it.
Horatio: I think it's nice that it's a smaller group. Now we don't have to worry about head checks.
Missy: You do head checks.
Horatio: All the time. I'm a fourth grade school teacher at heart.
JC: All you need now are some patches on your elbows.
Calleigh: So why are we sitting in the middle of a field?
Colton: Because Horatio thought it would be fun to see nature.
Horatio: *sniffs* Ah smell that fresh air.
Anni: Kind of smells like poo.
Horatio: But it's FRESH poo.
Colton: ...There's a carcas over there.
JC: Oh look at the pretty vultures.
Anni: *crying* I want to go home.
Airport, California
Woman: *grabs speaker* Attention passengers, the delayed flight from California to Australia has arrived. Please secure your baggage and show your tickets at the gate.
Delko: It's about time. Jess, Jess wake up.
Jess: Huh?
Delko: Time to go.
Jess: Why did you let me sleep in?
Delko: You looked tired.
Jess: Yeah.
Delko: *grabs Jess' hand* Come on, let's head to the gate. The flight leaves soon.
Jess: Alright, I'm getting up.
Plane, 30 minutes later, in the air
Delko: *looks around*
Jess: Why are you so fidgety?
Delko: Something doesn't look right.
Jess: Oh Eric, the plane is fine. It's supposed to be making those sounds and bumping along.
Delko: No, something else.
Jess: What?
Delko: ...I'm not sure.
Jess: You had better not be kidding.
Delko: I'm not. I think something's going on.
Jess: Why?
Delko: You see those two guys at the front?
Jess: Yeah.
Delko: They've been walking around for the past ten minutes. And I haven't seen one flight attendant.
Jess: ...That does seem a little odd.
Delko: Yeah.
Jess: So say something.
Delko: Are you kidding me? I'm not saying a word.
Jess: ...Why?
Delko: Because I don't know what the deal is.
Jess: Well it couldn't be anything bad, right?
Delko: I don't know.
Jess: The one at the front is standing up again.
Delko: Yeah.
Man: *stands at the front, grabs microphone* People. This is your captor speaking.
Everyone: *whispers, looks around worriedly*
Man: As you all know, the flight crew isn't here. They are dead.
Some people scream, others start to cry
Jess: Ah crap. Why were you right?
Delko: Things just don't quit around here, do they?
Man: If you all stay calm, and in your seats, you'll be fine. We aren't terrorists.
Jess: Pfft.
Man: *looks at Jess*
Jess: *screams*
Delko: Shh.
Jess: Sorry.
Man: Enjoy your flight.
Jess: Hey! Are we going to Australia?
Delko: What are you doing?
Man: *walks over, smiles* And what's your name?
Delko: Don't say anything.
Jess: Are we going to Australia?
Man: No. We're not. This plane is going to Venezuela.
Delko: ...
Jess: Oh. So what are you, if you aren't terrorists.
Man: *walks away*
Jess: Fine, don't answer. Hey Eric, why do you look so worried?
Delko: ...Because this isn't good.
Jess: But you're not acting immature and crazy.
Delko: Do not leave my side at any time.
Jess: ...Sure.
Delko: *nods*
Miami Lab, 12pm
Carly: *walking* Hey I just got back from the college.
Speed: Great.
Carly: *looks around* Where's Katie?
Speed: She's at your house.
Carly: You drove her there?
Speed: Yeah.
Carly: Why?
Speed: She was hysterical. I couldn't get her to stop crying.
Carly: ...That's rough.
Speed: Yeah.
Carly: So how are you holding up?
Speed: What's that?
Carly: *hands over folder* Pictures from the kitchen. I also asked the staff if Logan had worked there. They say he volunteers there on weekends.
Speed: We still have that knife right?
Carly: Yeah.
Speed: *walks into layout room*
Layout room
Carly: What are we doing in here?
Speed: *opens box* This the knife?
Carly: Yeah.
Speed: *opens folder*
Carly: I got some pictures of the knives.
Speed: They look like a match.
Carly: There were no prints on the knife.
Speed: *lifts knife* ...Stabbers usually cut themselves. Tell you what, let's get this to Valera and have her take it apart.
Carly: Sure. *grabs knife*
TBC.....................