[When Murphy pops onto the comms, she's wearing an expression that suggests arguing with her would be a hilarious way to end your life.]

So, according to the group that just came back, we have people missing who haven't just dropped off the map. They're stuck out there somewhere. I'd like to put together at least three teams to split up and track ( Read more... )

[Danny is sounding more than a little stressed today. But then, running into creepy fruitloops had a way of doing that to a boy.]

Peter. Hey, Peter Burke. Guy with the mecha-cat? I need to talk to you. Like, right now.

And anyone else who's listening? Mind filling me in on what the heck that fruitloop with white eyes wants?

[There's a bit of fumbling and closeup of Spencer's mouth and neck as he tries to figure out how to work this communicator.]

Oh!

[When he realizes it's on, he draws it back so that all of his face appears in the screen.]H-Hi.. everyone. My name is Spencer Reid... I work for the FBI back home. Um.. anyway.. I'm wondering if anyone can point me ( Read more... )

[Peter sounds bone-freaking-tired, and if you detect a hint of self-loathing in his voice? Well, you win the Kewpie doll and the lifetime supply of turtle wax.]

Dr. Meredith Grey is dead. [A beat to let that sink in.] So unless somebody else is medically trained and hasn't said anything, that leaves the barracks with just the one doctor. If I'm ( Read more... )

So I found this kind of funky device.  Looks like its some kind of communicator.  Maybe.  If you look at it sideways and ignore all the weird stuff. Almost makes you wonder what the fruitloop in charge here has against cellphones ( Read more... )