I'm writing this as if Emily never went to London: The team is on their way home from a case when the unthinkable happens. The jet goes down.

life-threatening:

adjective-
causing fear or anxiety by threatening great harm; "a dangerous operation"; "a grave situation"; "a grave illness"; "grievous bodily harm"; "a serious wound"; "a serious turn of events"; "a severe case of pneumonia"; "a life-threatening disease" [syn: dangerous]

Poisoned Love

As the song ended he grabbed her hand and pulled her over to the nearby garden. The flowers and grasses had been grown just high enough to shield the both of them and give them beautiful scenery. They walked down the small dirt path and into the center. They both sat on a handcrafted bench and stared into each others gazing eyes. "Why did you bring me here?" She asked as she looked up at the gazebo that stood before them.
"I wanted tell you something and didn't want everyone else listening in," he replied. "Emily I need to tell you that if you leave and go to London, then I'm not sure what I'm going to do with myself. You're more than my partner, more than just a friend. We've worked together for six years now. And in those six years I think... I think I've fallen in love... With you. You may not have any of the same feelings as me but I thought you had the right to know how I felt."
Emily looked at him with sad, confused eyes. "Derek I..." She stopped as she felt a wave of emotions wash over her. A few tears weld in her eyes, and her checks get hot.
"I upset you didn't I?" He whispered.
"No it's just- just that I wasn't expecting that."
"Why," he asked as his thumb gently wiped away a falling tear.
"I don't know, maybe it's because... Because-"
"Because why?"
"It's nothing."
"What, you can tell me."
She scooted a little closer and grabbed his hand. She held it there in her lap for a minute before looking at him. When their eyes locked she didn't say anything. She just slowly leaned in until her lips brushed up against his. Emily stopped before continuing. Taking a deep breath she pressed her lips onto his. Derek didn't hesitate to return it. His lips move with her and they scooted closer and closer to one another. As the kiss deepened her lips separated and let his tongue ventured its way in. Their tongues crashing into each other; eager to taste.
His arm snaked round his waist and pulled her even closer. Her hand resting on his back.
All of their love and affection that had been building up for the past six years was being released. They seemed to melt into one another's arms.
Separating for air another song began to play. "I love this song," Emily whispered as they rested their heads on each others. He slowly stood up and put his hand out.
"May I have this dance?"
"Yes you may," she smiled.
They stepped up the three wooden steps and walked to the center of the gazebo. He wrapped one hand around her waist and the other on her shoulders. Her left arms grasped his back while her right hung around his neck. They lost themselves in the song as it progressed. They swayed to beat and held each other even tighter when the feeling came. "Please don't go," he whispered softly.
"Shhhhh, just listen." She closed her eyes and buried her face into his neck.

"This place is beautiful," Beth said as her and Hotch headed to the garden.
"Would you like a dance in the gazebo?" He asked holding up her hand.
"Why yes," she laughed. When they reached the entrance to the garden they stopped. "It looks like someone beat us to it," she said slightly smiling.
"I was wondering where they went."
"They are so right for each other."
"What?"
"Oh come on Aaron, don't tell me you haven't thought that before."
"I've had my suspicions but it's hard to when you know it's against the rules, and when they're your friends."
Beth gave him a sideways hug. "It's sweet. Just look at them."

Derek pulled back and looked her in the eyes. He pressed his lips firmly against hers. She wrapped both arms around his neck, while his hugged the small of her back. "I think I've fallen in love with you too," she breathed in between kisses.
He didn't stop, he only smiled and hugged her tighter.

Hotch stopped and as he saw his two coworkers kiss before him. Beth saw the expression on his face. "Calm down, you should have seen it coming."
"I did, I just didn't think it would actually happen."
"Are you ok with this?"
"Ok with what? I didn't see anything," he smiled. Beth laughed and grabbed his hand. She walked him back to their table and grabbed another drink.

-
Four months later-

His eyes fluttered open and he stared up at the sky. There was a high pitch squeal in both ears as he tried sitting up. As soon as his ears adjusted to his surroundings, screams and the sounds of steam releasing filled his head. Quickly sitting up he franticly looked around trying to figure out where he was.
His eyes widened seeing large pieces of a plane scatted throughout the forest. Wiping the sweat from his forehead he carefully stood up. Looking down at his leg he pulled a large jagged piece of metal from his thigh.
Rossi couldn't believe what was going on. Jerking his head to each side he searched for his teammates. He saw JJ, lying near the front piece of the Jet, screaming. "JJ-" he breathed. He tried to make his way towards her but tripped over someone. Looking up from the ground he turned his head and saw Reid knocked out.
"Reid! Reid wake up!" he said pulling on the young man's arm.
Reid rolled his head to the side and slowly pealed his eyes opened. "Wh-what happened?" he whispered.
"We were in a plane crash Reid, are you ok?"
"Yeah, I...I think so," he pushed up with his left elbow but suddenly crashed down. "Ahhh..."
"What?"
"My shoulder… It's dislocated I think." Rossi looked him up and down and saw shrapnel imbedded all over his legs.
"Ok stay down, I really need to check on JJ."
Reid then registered the sound of JJ's screams. "Go, go…"
Rossi ran to JJ who had managed to lean up against the jets side. Her face was red from all the crying and there were long black streaks down her face from where her mascara had run. "Oh god, JJ." He saw her cradling her right forearm. Her bone was sticking at least an inch and a half from the area near her elbow. "JJ," he said moving towards her.
"No! Don't touch me. Morgan's over there and he's not moving," she said gesturing to her left,
Almost out of breath he skidded to a stop by Morgan's side. He was face down in the dirt and he could see blood coming out of his sides. With what little strength he had left he rolled him over. A large piece of metal shaped like a knife was sticking out of his abdomen. "Morgan," he said shaking his shoulder. "Morgan wake up."
It took a few minutes but he finally came out of it. "Emily," his voice strained.
"No Morgan its Rossi. We were in a plane crash. It looks like you landed on large shard."
"Emily..."
"It's Rossi."
"Emily, I need Emily."
"Ok we'll find her." Rossi nervously sat and watched as Morgan tried to get up. Morgan's shaky fingers wrapped around the metal piece and pulled. He grunted as the shard left his body and blood squirted out. Almost collapsing, Morgan felt his way down. Lying on his back he ripped his shirt open and pulled it from his shoulder. Balling it up, he firmly pressed it on the wound.
"Hold on let me get something to tie that up," Rossi said quickly. He ran over to the mid-section of the plane where all of their clothes were scattered. Throwing pants and shirts every which way he finally found a scarf. The scarf was a light green and had a floral print all over it. It looked like the one Garcia had made JJ for her birthday.
When he reached Morgan he slipped the scarf behind his back and tied the knot over the t-shirt. "Rossi where's Emily? Did you find her?"
"No I haven't, but I'll start looking."
"I'm coming with you."
"Morgan you were just stabbed, you need to stay down."
"No I'm coming with you," he said with such determination. Once again he tried to stand. Grabbing hold of Rossi's helping hand he managed. Taking a few baby steps at first he than graduated to long strides.

-CM-

Hotch helplessly ran through the forest holding his bleeding arm by his side. He had woken up on the bank of the small river that ran throughout the mountains. He had seen the bits and pieces of metal surrounding him which hinted to him on the plane crash. Hotch had been running for what felt like forever and there was no sign of his teammates.
Stopping by a large tree he leaned up against its rough bark. Staring into the distance he saw the tale end of the plane out of the corner of his eye. Jerking his head to the right he squinted trying to see if there was anyone there. With no luck he took a deep breath and jogged in its direction.
He stopped at the plane's side and rested his hand on its hot surface. He slowly looked around and saw sheets of metal, pieces of wood and installation. "Hello? Is anyone here?" he called out. "Hello?"
"Hotch?" He heard a muffled voice call out.
"Hello?! Who said that?"
"Over here," the voice coughed. He turned around and saw a red sleeved arm poking out of a pile of fallen trees.
"Prentiss?" he asked as he hobbled over to her side. He crouched down to her level and looked into her fearful eyes.
"Hotch, oh god," she breathed with a relieved smile. "What happened?"
"The jet crashed."
She nodded and moved her shaking hand over so it was resting on his. "You have to get me out."
He nodded and studied the situation. "Prentiss I don't know if I can move these trees by my self.
"Can you get the others? Can you get Morgan?"
"No, I don't know where everyone else is. I've been searching for a while and I only just found you."
"Where do you think they are?"
"I'm guessing with the front of the plane."
"Right, are you ok?"
"Yeah I'm fine just a few cuts here and there. How are you under there?"
"It hurts, a lot."
"Can you run it down for me?"
"Yeah. I don't think my legs are crushed but I'm sure they're broken. The tree on my hips is blocking my view. My left arm is trapped under this big branch but I can move my hand."
"So you can feel your legs?"
"Oh yeah."
"Ok it looks like there's about six or seven trees on you here. I'm going to go around to the other side and see if there's anther way get them off."
She nodded quickly as he stood back up.
Hotch walked back into the woods and crawled around to her back. As he got closer he saw her hand sticking out. Hotch bent over and grabbed hold of it. "Can you feel that?" he called to her.
"Yes," she responded.
He stacked some smaller limbs and rocks around it so animals wouldn't get to it. He ran back around and dropped back down. "There's nothing I can do."
She nodded and looked up trying to keep the tears in. "I wish I could help, but you need to find them."
"I know, but I don't want to leave you."
"I was alone before you came. I'll be fine."
"Ok. I'll be back as soon as I can, stay here," he quickly added.
"Like I'm going anywhere," she halfheartedly laughed.
Hotch felt bad for what he said but quickly realized it didn't matter. What mattered was going out and getting help.

-CM-

Morgan was out of breath. He and Rossi stopped while he tried to catch his breath. "Morgan this isn't right. You should be resting."
"No, we still haven't found her or Hotch yet."
"We can go back and I can get Reid. We've been running around for hours and haven't gotten anywhere."
He slammed his fist against a tree. "I saw them," he breathed in defeat.
"You saw who?"
"Emily and Hotch. They were both in the back of the plane and when we started hitting the trees the back of the jet flew off. Hotch and Emily were sucked out. I saw them. I think they're dead Rossi," he said softly."
"You never know, they could be just fine and trying to find us too."
"I hope so."
"Come on lets get back, JJ and Reid could use our help."

When they returned to the crash site the smell of fuel, death, and fire filled their noses. JJ was crying again and Reid was at her side trying to calm her down. "No luck," Reid asked sadly.
"Nope," Morgan said.
"Hey Morgan can you do something for me?"
"Sure kid, what is it?"
"Can you put it back? My shoulder."
"You sure?"
"I think so." He stood up and moved over so he was standing before Morgan. "Go." Morgan grabbed Reid's left arm and held it out to the side.
"One, two, three!" he jerked his arm back and heard the click of his popping back in. Reid let small yells escape his tightly closed mouth. Hs limp body fell into Morgan's chest as he tried to gain his strength back. He bit his lip and pulled away.
"Thank you," he squeaked and walked away. He returned to JJ's side where Rossi was waiting for him with a sling. He slipped the gray button down around his neck and slid his arm through. He nodded at Rossi and sat down.
Morgan lies out next to JJ and put his hands over his eyes. "We are all going to be fine."
Rossi looked into the cockpit and shook his head. The pilot was dead in his seat and the co-pilot was halfway thought the windshield.

-CM-

Emily stayed perfectly still as she waited for Hotch to return. She didn't have a watch nor could she reach her phone but she knew he had been gone at least an hour or two. It was starting to get dark and she was starting to get worried. She really wanted to see the conditions of her legs but this stupid branch was in her way. She wrapped her free hand under the branch and took a deep breath. With all her strength she pulled up. "Arggg!" She wasn't strong enough and she needed her other hand.
She had thought about trying to pull it out from under the larger branch, but she'd be risking her hand's safety. There could be a chance of it breaking. Emily started to get curious. Could she really take the chances of breaking her hand? She was nervous about leaving it out the way it was and what might happen to it. She'd feel more protected with both arms by her side. She rolled her head over and stared at the large branch. "One, two, three," she whispered to herself. "She swallowed her screams and bit down on her tongue until she tasted blood.
She felt the bark ripping through her skin as it slid under the piece of wood. Small calls for help escaped her red lips. Emily felt her hand slightly separate from her wrist as her palm went under. "One more pull," she grunted. With that one more pull she felt a sharp pain zap throughout her body. She heard a small crack and she screamed.
Her hand was free but it wasn't ok. Emily brought her hand up over her face and cringed. There were long cuts going up from her wrist to finger tips. The red liquid dyed her hand and dripped down. The base of her thumb was turning a dark purple and was twice the size it should be.
She rested her throbbing hand on her stomach and whispered to herself. "It's going to be ok. Everything's going to be fine. Hotch will be back any minute now and have help." She began to close her eyes but something caught her attention. There was a load rustling from the side. She tried to make herself smaller and push herself deeper into her cave.
'What if it's an animal? Like a bear or coyote," she thought. She closed her eyes and prepared herself for what was about to come. The rustling got louder and louder and then stopped. "Emily?"
Her eyes shot open and her heart raced. "Hotch? Oh God you scared me."
"Are you ok? I heard you scream."
"Yeah. I got my hand out," she said holding it up. "But I think I broke my thumb."
He nodded. I didn't find anyone. After a while I realized I was going in circles. We seriously can't be that far from them. The trees would have caused the jet to land immediately."
"At least you tried."
"It looks like it's about to rain. I'm going to start building some shelter." He walked back into the woods where it was thick and picked up large, fallen branches. Hotch diagonally rested the branches against Emily's trees. He continued this until it was a little bit longer then him. He got large leaves, branches with leaves and laid them on top. As he laid his last leaf he began to cough.
His whole body ached and he fell to his knees. "Hotch?" Emily called out. She tried to move her head so she could see him. "Hotch are you ok?"
He brought his hand away from his mouth and just stared at the puddle of blood in his palm. The coughing began again and then turned into heaves. His whole body shook as he threw up the blood that had settled in his stomach. Once he was sure he couldn't throw up any more his trembling body crawled under his shelter and collapsed. Hotch rolled onto his back and just stopped. He stopped all motion and went silent.

New story! I wanted to try something different so I hoped you liked it. Review, review, review!