Hello again. This is the first in a "round robin" series--this particular tale will be told by several different authors. The focus of this series is on "Reid-in-a-box," or more plainly, what happens when he finds he's been shipped off to a location unknown to him. This dovetails off of my series "The Shopping Trip," so have a look at that before diving in here.

Hope you enjoy this introduction!

Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is not mine. Only this chapter is. :)

"Everything?"

"Everything."

"You're serious?"

"Guy who owns the place said he wanted a few things boxed up. Apparently he has some houseguest that's driving him insane and he wants to move the other guy's things out of the way."

"And that's it? We just help ourselves?"

"Hey, he called us to do the moving. Legally, we're doing just that."

The two men were sitting in a large moving truck outside of Morgan's apartment. For the past year the older man, Joe, had had a nice "side business" picking up a few "extra" articles from people's houses and fencing them for a nice price.

The two took the spare key from the envelope that had been left for them and let themselves inside. Morgan had gone into the office, and Reid was taking advantage of his lone day off by sleeping in—very, very late.

As soon as Joe and his young partner Ben stepped inside the living room, they both thought they had hit the jackpot. All of Reid's housewares were still piled in the tiny space—albeit neatly—and Morgan had more than enough nice furniture and other items to put the two on the road to financial wellville.

"Did this guy say what it was we needed to take?" Ben asked.

"He said 'everything,'" replied Joe. "Least, that's what I heard."

A wide grin split both men's faces from ear to ear.

"Wouldn't want to disappoint," said Ben. "Let's get to it."

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The two "movers" had just finished packing up the last of the kitchen and living room when they heard a loud sound coming from the back bedroom.

"The hell was that?"

"I dunno."

"Go check."

Ben cautiously crept down the hallway, armed with a large crystal vase. He didn't like the idea of walking in on someone that wasn't supposed to be in the place…

As he gently pushed the door open, however, he relaxed his arm. Creeping back to the front of the apartment, he whispered "Hey, Joe! There's someone sleeping back there!"

"What?"

"Come on, I'll show you…"

Ben led his mentor down the hallway and again gently opened the door. Joe was completely surprised by what he saw—a long, lanky young man snoring his little heart out; completely oblivious to the fact that anyone was in the room.

"Well, I'll be damned. This is a first."

"What do we do with him?" Ben asked, clearly worried.

"We don't hurt him," Joe said flatly. "I'm a thief, not a murderer."

"Well, we can't just leave him there…what if he wakes up?"

The kid had a point. Joe walked out to the truck to think on this a little more.

Suddenly Joe spotted a long, narrow box. It was wooden, about six-and-a-half feet long by about four feet wide.

Returning inside, Joe asked his protégé, "How tall you think that guy is in there?"

"I dunno—my height, probably; about six-two, six-three."

He smiled widely. "Son, I think I have an idea…"

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When Morgan returned home from work, he expected to see Reid's things gone—after all, he'd paid to have them moved into storage.

What he didn'texpect was to see his entire place completely emptied of its contents. Whoever the movers had been, they had taken absolutelyeverything---right down to the throw rugs that had lined the linoleum kitchen floor.

"Damn," Morgan spat. He walked down to the back bedroom, hoping Reid would have a few answers for him.

To his surprise, however, Reid was nowhere to be found.

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Twelve hours later, Reid woke to some very strange surroundings. He was staring at a plank of wood that lay just inches from his nose. When he tried to push the wood away, it held fast.

Upon closer inspection, the young genius discovered that he was sealed in a box---a box with tiny air holes and lined with the sheets from his bed at Morgan's place.

What the hell is going on here? he thought.

Then he looked at what he was wearing and cringed.

Whoever had put him in this box that seemed headed for a destination Reid didn't know had left him in his pajamas—the old-fashioned ones JJ and Emily had bought for him, complete with cap.

What made matters worse was the realization that the box he was sealed in was moving, and at a high rate of speed.

Great, he thought. I'm in my pajamas, locked in a box, and headed for God-knows-where. Who on earth thought up this brilliant idea?

And where am I going?

A/N: The next chapter is up to tearbos...