A/N: This is my first attempt at any kind of creative writing. I'm looking for feedback here, and constructive criticism of any kind is welcome. Whether it be which way you think the story should go, or even grammar notes. Just leave me a quick review, and I'd appreciate it greatly.
The silent air in the cabin burst into an earsplitting crack of thunder. Seconds ago, they were having a seemingly normal conversation about their plans for the evening; now, the atmosphere was hectic. The pilot raced to gain control of their trajectory, but alas his ministrations were to no avail. They landed hard, and the occupants were violently thrown to the floor.
Quantico, Virginia: FBI Building
"It's getting late," Reid looked around to the worn-out faces of his coworkers. "If the UnSub sticks to his current, ramped-up, time-table, we can expect another missing persons report in the morning." Though none of the agents wanted to admit to the accuracy of his statement, they were resigned to it.
"Reid's right," Hotch interjected. "All of you go home and get some rest. We'll pick it back up in the morning."
They all, begrudgingly, packed up their things. Just as the agents were headed to the elevators, they collectively heard a strange noise. It started as a soft rumble, a peculiar hum. No one spoke; their feet were cemented in place. The noise grew, and pulsated wildly. The group instinctually reached for their service weapons as the once chaotically organized bullpen was upheaved by a sudden torrent of wind, and the sound culminated in a resounding metallic thud.
As they eyed their surroundings, they couldn't miss the oversized brilliant blue police box.
Though they were for the most part people of action, the most action they could manage in that moment was the curious look adorning their faces.
Prentiss was the first to somewhat recover from her state of shock and voiced her curiosity with a quiet, "What the hell?" She moved cautiously toward the foreign object, gun trained steadily on the double doors. Her movement drew Derek into action, and he swiftly joined her side.
The two of them did a cursory scan of the perimeter of the strange box. One of them walking on either side; then peering around the backside at each other. Satisfied there was no escape route, the two quickly returned to their posts on either side of the front of the box.
They looked back to their slowly advancing superior in question. His only answer was a miniscule shrug of the shoulders. Morgan took the initiative and brought his hand up to open the door. He gently pulled, but got no result. He then pushed, earning the same outcome.
Spencer Reid was beside himself. He holds PhD's in Mathematics, Chemistry, Engineering and has an advanced understanding of Physics, yet he was completely bewildered. All he could do was continuously open and close his mouth. Had Morgan and Prentiss not been equally baffled, one of them might have made a crack at the young genius for being rendered utterly speechless.
Spencer was mulling over possibilities and outlandish theories in his head. After a few moments, and after regaining his faculties, he joined his team by the police box. To his surprise, he'd been so deep in thought, Garcia had beaten him to it. His friends were throwing ideas out left and right in search of an explanation of the box's sudden appearance.
"What is it?" JJ asked the question on everyone's mind.
"It's a 'Police Public Call Box'." Rossi pointed to the words scribed above the doors, earning an annoyed glare from the blonde.
"In 1929 a man, named Gilbert Mackenzie Trench, designed them." All eyes went to the young doctor. "They were made for use by the Metropolitan Police of London, or by the general public." Reid began to examine the object; "It served as a source of communication by officers on duty, or as a temporary holding cell for suspected criminals. Either an officer or a citizen could put the miscreant inside, and then," he pulled open the door to the small compartment concealed in the left door, "they would pick up the phone, that was directly linked to the local police station, and call it in." He picked the phone up, examined it, and put it back. "It's essentially a telephone kiosk for contacting the police."
"That explains it all then," Emily dryly commented.
Morgan had enough talk and decided he'd do what he does best. He stood directly in front of the right door and angled his right side away from the box. He reared up his leg, and brought it to the door with full force. He proceeded to let out an exaggerated cry of pain as his boot connected with the wood.
An almighty thump reverberated around the control room.
As Amy and Rory were composing themselves, the Doctor was quick to act. He was finishing his assessment at the monitor when a rather angry Scottish voice broke into his thought process. "This is NOT Hawaii," she practically shouted as she scowled over his shoulder at the men and women inspecting the TARDIS.
"Uh… I don't know where we are, but I do know that they have guns. So, I vote we throw her in reverse, and leave cautiously." Rory offered his plan of action, but at the Doctor's silence added, "but I'm guessing that's not an option because really, it never is." In response, the Doctor turned to the couple, put a hand on the side of each of their faces, smiled broadly and sauntered toward the exit. "Great," was all Rory could manage as the two pivoted to follow their companion.
"Aaron, what's Strauss going to do about it?" Rossi asked as he knocked on the side of the box with his free hand.
"Honestly? I don't know, Dave. Someone needs to be informed, I'm just not sure who to call." Hotch had his phone in his hand and as he scanned his team added, "I'm open to suggestions?"
It was then that the right door of the police box pulled in quickly, but only slightly, and a man peered around the left door. He made his presence known by clearing his throat, and then continued; "Now THAT,is what I like to hear!" All of the agents simultaneously took aim at the man, they were however, too stunned to shout commands. The Doctor's hands slowly appeared on either side of his face from behind the left door as he hesitantly rambled, "Because, generally, I'm full of suggestions… ideas… I'm helpful that way… a problem solver… a helpful problem solver." He finished cheerfully, bobbing his head from side to side.
Morgan placed himself in front of Garcia and then promptly shouted, "Keep your hands where we can see them, and slowly exit the box!" The Doctor complied and shuffled out, straightening up as he exited. Derek didn't give him time to fully remove himself before he was on him. Surprised by the agent's quickness, the Doctor was unable to shut the door of the TARDIS. Morgan was bracing the door open with his right shoulder, left hand firmly grasping the other man's collar. "Prentiss, take this guy!"
Emily, looking to Rossi, holstered her weapon and closed the distance between her and the strange man. She roughly grabbed his upper, right arm and guided him toward the nearest desk. As she cuffed him, and stood him back up, the others refocused their attention on Derek and the box.
"Wait!" Just as he was about to push the door open, and clear the small space, the man Emily had in custody called out. Morgan hesitated, and Rossi turned to the man. "It's just that my friends are in there… they are not armed, well, at least not with guns. That, I can guarantee because I am rather not fond of them." Dave looked back to Morgan who returned a slight nod.
"This is Supervisory Special Agent David Rossi with the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit! Your friend seems to want this to go well since he decided to let us know that you were in there! The best course of action here would be for you to put your hands above your heads, and let my partner open that door!" Silence reigned over the bullpen for what seemed like an eternity. "Also, a reply of some sort could be beneficial!" Dave finished up with a slight smirk.
"Right, we're uh… unarmed?!" Amy answered with a questioning shrug to Rory.
Hotch moved up to the left door, and he and Morgan shared a silent count before slowly pushing in.
They were both taken aback by the size of the space within the box. After a slight hesitation, they entered and made for the two people standing in the center of the room. At the same time, Spencer and JJ moved forward to fill the empty posts left by the two men. As Hotch and Morgan exited, each with their own cuffed individual. They couldn't help but look over their shoulders in astonishment at the box.