Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock or Criminal minds They belong to their respective parties and i am not getting any profit from this work of AU fiction.

Authors note: this is some thing i have been working on for like ever... its not beta-ed but i was too excited it will be beta-ed later (hope fully) Let me know what you think kay? Keep in mind the dates people the will get mixed up some times but i'm trying really hard to keep them stright

Prologue:

Location Unknown

Oct. 19 2011

"Its going to be OK... It's going to be OK..." Repeated over and over like a mantra. Practiced hands working steadily with a belt and shirt to stop the bleeding. He had training and was most likly a Doctor or a medic. "This may hurt a bit..."The man's kind blue eyes looked in to pain filled dark hazel eyes. With quick hands the doctors quick hands mind you had secured the shirt with the belt to the injured man's arm. The hazel eyes closed in pain and straggly brown hair fell in to his eyes. The doctor sat back a bit panting.

"That should be good for now... Till we get out of here. He gestured the small and frankly kind of boring room they were currently confined in. He wiped the blond hair from his sweaty for head. Hazel eyes look to the man.

"Are you..." He licked his chapped lips as he propped himself up on the wall. "a medical doctor?"

The blond man nodded with a tired smile. "Yes. Doctor John Watson..." He offered a hand. The injured man waved weakly. "Doctor Spencer Reid."

Four Days Earlier

London, England United Kingdom

Oot. 15, 2011

Doctor John Watson was walking home from the tubes after a day of work at the clinic with was a perfect London day. Bright but muggy out and a definit forecast of rain. John didn't mind he kind of liked the rain. He was humming a pleasant tune to him self as he turned on to Baker street. As he did so he saw that it was encompasses in smoke. Cursing in several languages he rushed to his home number 221 B. John rolled his blue eyes in frustration as he realized that this was indeed the source of the smoke. He covered his face with his shirt.

With a deep frown he stomped up the stairs to the shared flat. The smoke was causing his eyes to tear. After a bit of blind searching he found the only clear spot in the flat and in that spot just so happened to be his flat mate. This man was tall and far to lean in johns opinion. The man looked over with clear hazel blue eyes his messy curly black hair falling in front of them. He was quite a fetching looking man till he opened his mouth of course.

John opened his mouth of course gulping a huge mouth full of smoke so it came out as a bit of a cough, "Sherlock with are you doing?" there was a fan blowing the smoking something away from Sherlock Holmes.

"It was a simple experiment, I was just trying to create the worlds biggest and strongest smoke bomb with some simple chemical..." The haired make explained in a dark deep voice.

John interrupted as he heard sirens pulling up, "Sherlock take care of this..." He waved around wildly toward the smoking thing. "I will talk to the fire men."

Sherlock frowned like a child at being ordered but did as instructed . John went down the smoke riddled stairs to the open front door. His eyes once again watering obscuring his vision already obscured by the thick smoke. Soon he saw the shadowy figures of the firemen. Well at first he thought they were fire men, but some thing in the way the moved told him other wise. The war veteran was instantly on guard. John still being on the stairs instantly went on the defensive as the figure in front of him charged. John being rash at times charged back taking that man down. He was attacked from behind by some one new the blond British man managed to get rid of that one only for a new one to come. This one had him applied in a choke hold the former soldier tried to brake out of the hold but as the blood supply was cut off from his brain he slowly lost concusses.

Next time he awoke his first instinct was to fight, however with his arms bound to a bed by heavy duty medical restraints that went out the window. His eyes snapped open to blinding brightness taking a glance around and to the window he saw that the sky was clear not a cloud was in his minimal sight. It was bright mid-day perhaps. So that mean he was out for around 8 to twelve hours assuming it was the next day not some other place. He pulled at the restraints again hoping to break free. His eyes snapped to the door has he heard it open. In walked a man that he hadn't seen sense the day in the pool. James Moriarty. He had the same grin he had then the same suit. Does this guy ever change? Next walked in what appeared to be a doctor.

"Moriarty..." He glared and pulled at the restraints causing his wrist and ankles to bruise. The criminal gave his half smile before clapping his hands together in delight.

"Oh Johnny boy look at you!" The psychotic British man danced around him, "So helpless... So... BORING!" He sang before shouting. His eyes were alight with excitement like a child in a candy store. "So were going to make things a bit more exciting!" his voice was sizzling.

John was confused and frightened never two good things for a human to experience at the same time. The doctor approached him getting closer to him and he soon plunged a needle into his arm. He tried to fight as the cold liquid was traveling through his vines. He could feel his body become heavy and soon as his eye drooped closed; he had dreams and visions of a man with a psychotic half smile and a night with black hair.

Washington, DC USA

Oct. 16, 2011

Hazel eyes scanned the room as long fingers pulled hard at the purple bow tie around his neck. Dozen of women in Beautiful gowns and men in black suits and ties danced around him. He brushed his straggly brown hair behind his ear and sighed bringing the glass of water to his lips. As he took a sip he thought about how much out of his element he was here. This was a party for dignitaries and higher ups, movies stairs, govornators, senators, and the president of the united states. There were people from all over the world here for peace and fund raising. To many social situations in witch the young man failed to understand or communicate the right worlds. So he stuck with sitting in the corner drinking water as he observed the crowd.

An elegantly dressed woman with shoulder length dark auburn hair sat down next to him. Her form fitting plum dress showing a modest amount of leg.

"hey uh... prentiss." He said with a small uneasy smile.

"Reid what are you doing over here?" She asked with a small frown but a bit of mischief in her eyes...

"well..." The man shifter under amused eyes, "I'm not really good in crowds or company like this.."

A muscular African-American male dressed in a tux similarly to Reids (sains bow tie and un buttoned a few) on his other side. "pretty... boy..." He said with a bright teasing smile, "Don't tell me you don't like Dancing..."

"It's not that I don't like it, I used to dance with my mom all the time; In fact I know all about dancing... did you know that the origin of the modern tan..."

"Whoa there Reid I know you can't shut down that big old brain of yours but calm down." The man smiled, "are you trying to tell me there is one thing that Doctor Spencer Reid genius extraordinaire can't do?" the man faked a shocked expression causing said doctor to glare at him

"Well Derek Morgan I'm saying that well... I suck..." He gestured hopelessly to his feet. "Two very large left feet..."

Emily laughed, "Well I'm sure Morgan and I could give you a few lessons..." She glanced at the genius, "Besides you know what they say about big feet even two left ones..." She winked and Morgan groaned while Spencer gave the woman a confused look. "Never mind Reid."

"We are sapost to be looking for the unsubb guys not dancing..." The brunet said sulking as another pop culture reference went over his head. He was just so not in the mood.

"Doesn't mean we can't have fun..." Derek smiled and gestured a crossed the floor to a beautifull blond woman in an bright red gown, "Look at J.J."

Spencer spared a glance as he saw is one time crush dancing around with her Cajun boy friend thing. He wasn't really sure of the relationship label the had just that they loved each other. He glanced over at Emily Prentiss who had her phone out video rolling.

"What are you doing?" He asked looking over her shoulder.

"Garcia will kill me if I don't get this on video she so wanted to be here." She moved her camera fallowing the couple.

Spencer glanced over frowned confused then smiled, "WELL... you better get Rossi dancing with Strauss before they stop."

The female instantly whipped her phone around and found the couple. They were both older and more mature then the people at the chairs. The Italian man had a charming smile on his face as the woman looked a bit put out.

Soon a stern faced man walked over, "Agents... What are you doing?" The three jumped and looked sheepish.

"Nothing Hotch..." Came the quick answer as she placed her phone in her hand bag.

Hotch's brown eyes scanned them over, "Lets not we are here to do a job... Asset the threat and eliminate it." He turned his patented glare to the smooth haired buff man, "Morgan take Emily and cover the dance floor."

The dark skinned man took Emily's hand with out much prompting and flew to the dance floor with a giggling Emily Prentiss. Hotch moved his glare to one Spencer Reid. The genius begain to fidget slightly, "Reid go checks the bath rooms." With that the man walked away to go chat with the near by guests. Spencer let out a breath. Bathrooms yeah he could do that not to many social situations in there the he couldn't handle.

With a quick glare that the still snickering duo he left to the restrooms. Sense he was there if figured he would use them. Once his business was done he washed his hands, as he looked up to the mirror his eyes met the blue eyes and crooked smile that would haunt his dreams.

Next time he awoke he was strapped to a hospital bed in a brightly lit room he had barely a moment to think before he was gone from the waking world once again.