Full Summary- Are the powers of hypnosis more powerful than you ever imagined? Does Will have the capacity to betray JJ and their marriage? What kind of danger is Will putting JJ in? Hypnotists get power hungry and people get hurt. With conditioning a mad man is planning the domination of all man kind as we know it. With a simple hypnosis/brainwashing power this horrible man could, in fact, claim man kind as his slaves. Follow JJ and the team on the epic journey of uncovering the hidden mysteries of this odd cult. Someone on the team may be in more danger than ever imagined.

Crap summary. Story will be better. Please give at least this first chapter a chance and read it, it may surprise you. Nothing against Will, I love him (he's attractive) this story just went better like this. Hope you enjoy.

Chapter 1

Will walked into the dark abyss of the dreadful meeting that awaited. Unease creeped up his spine and gave him chills that trailed though his icy bones. His guilty conscious threatened to overcome his evil mind. His footsteps echoed through the long sinister hallway. Cobwebs attacked his pale face from the ominous ceiling above. Torches lined the dirty walls and displayed shadows on the otherwise plain wall. Figures danced and contorted, never fully transforming to a shape he could decipher. He walked past the torches, they blew out with a wisp as he trailed past them. The journey was long and eery, by the end of the spooky hallway, he reached an old, worn door. Blood stains trailed the edges and cast glares upon those who enter.

He knocked softly on the old door and awaited a reply. After a moment of eery silence, the door creaked open. Will stepped forward, with his southern accent, that had won him many dates over the years, began to speak in a deep voice.

"You called for me." Will said, his brain told his body to show no fear. His eyes told a different story. On the edge of trembling, Will gulped and rubbed his sweaty palms together before shoving them in his pockets to keep out the bitter cold this abandoned mansion held hostage.

"The debt is still owed." A small, screeching voice offered into the silence. He slowly turned the chair a quarter of the way to face Will. A small lit candle illuminated the mans mutilated face. At least remains thereof. A glare held the deformed mans face still. The man's formidable countenance filled Will with an overwhelming sense of dread.

"Yes, master, I apologize." Will said again in a deep voice and hung his head, awaiting the inevitable punishment. Horrible images and thoughts plagued Will's mind and a brutal death was the center of his thoughts. Painful memories shattered Will's peace of mind and continued to break his soul daily.

He approached the man apprehensively and fell to one knee, bowing his head in submission. The weight of impending doom was heavy on his weak shoulders.

"Look at my face, your fate is not sealed. You can be saved from the small grace of my black heart. Listen to me carefully," the man took in a deep breath of air and continued, "The only way to save your soul is to offer up the one you love most. The true sacrifice and test of dedication and pain tolerance." The man shook with his own words.

Will's body stiffened at the price of redemption. He had known all along that this man had, had a sick obsession for his beautiful wife Jennifer Jareau. Now this manipulative man was using his own selfish wants to gain control and power over Will and his weak marriage. It was a tough price to pay that he knew was inevitable. This man would not waver on the price of immunity. There would be no bargaining or negotiation. Jennifer Jareau's life now was in the hands of a psychopath planning the domination of all man kind.

JJ slid her hand over to Will's side of the bed, searching for the warmth his body offered. He was, however, not there. Again. It was the third time in two weeks that she had woke up during the night to find the bed vacant of Will's presence. It was unnerving and she refused to answer the questions that controlled her mind. Like, why wasn't he there? Why didn't he tell her he disappeared during the middle of the night? Why did he, at all, disappear during the night? Was he having an affair? All valid questions, with no good answer. JJ avoided them and was waiting for the moment of confrontation. Enough was enough. Disappearing during the night was no longer going to slide under JJ's radar. Worry traced through her veins and consumed her life. Her team was starting to notice her weird behavior and was about to the point of asking her. She really didn't need nor want there concerned glances, or even stares. It just wasn't in JJ's nature to need or deserve those concerns. Although she was indeed very grateful her team and family cared enough to make sure she was alright. They were concerned about her well-being and could pinpoint at anytime what she was feeling, it was a blessing and a curse. A happening, she had learned to love.

She lifted her heavy and foggy head to look at the time. The bright green number read 2:12. It was too late and too early for her to do anything. All she could do was lie in bed and ponder her odd predicament.

Well first chapter is up. I really hope you guys like this story. I'm going for a creepy, eery feel to it. With Halloween coming up I couldn't pass up the inspiration I got from a dream last night! So here is my dreams inspiration in action. I certainly enjoyed writing it, I hope you enjoying reading it just as much. Leave a review and let me know if I should continue or not.

P.S. things will probs be confusing at the beginning. If you ever have any questions or concerns, feel free to PM me.

Thanks.!