Author's Note: So I know that I really haven't done much to my other story I am writing and usually I try to get one story finished before I moved onto the next one, but this idea popped into my head and had to write it down.
Smoke billowed out along the corridors; panic setting into the occupants of the FBI building. Screams echoed throughout the nearly empty building. The sound of footsteps were heard as people scattered around; trying to make their escape. Almost all occupants had left, excluding the elite group called the BAU.
Though panic had not completely set upon all members, they were all clearly spooked. Their masks could not hide the subtle fear of the inevitable. They tried to act brave; if not for themselves, then for their team mates. As they looked for an escape, their faces dropped when the lights in the building flickered and eventually went out; plunging the building into an overwhelming darkness.
I could see them scatter around trying to find one another. With an aid of the night-vision cameras in the building, I could see them perfectly clear; though they had no idea I was watching. This gave me an advantage that I love to have over my prey. They may not go down as easily, but this is going to be a really fun hunt.
I know all about every team member. I know their fears and weaknesses; which I will be using against each and every one of them. Let the games begin.
Hotch yelled out in the surrounding silence, "is everyone here and okay?"
After hearing that everyone was fine, Hotch continued, "it's only smoke, I don't think there is a fire. We should be able to smell something else if it were a fire," he inwardly smiled as he heard a collective sigh of relief amongst the group.
"Does anyone have a flashlight in their go bag?" Rossi asked hopeful.
"I think I do, if I could just get to my desk," Emily happily answered.
Thumping was heard as Emily smashed into desks on her way across the bullpen. Papers went flying as pens clattered to the ground.
"You okay over there?" Morgan asked, trying to stop himself from laughing.
A light flashed across the ceiling, " yeah, I'm okay. At least we have some light now."
Carefully making her way over to the rest of the group, the light waving back and forth along the floor to avoid any more collisions, Emily commented, "you'd think they'd make this place collision proof."
Noticing the new found light, I added another part to my plan. I needed to get rid of the light. I need them in darkness for my plan to work out right. They can't see what's coming or it will ruin the surprises.
Walking lightly to avoid detection, I made my way over to the group. Standing behind Emily, who still held the flashlight, I threw a stapler across the room.
As all heads turned toward the noise, including the beam of light, I quickly clamped a hand over Emily's mouth and grabbed a hold of her flashlight clad hand.
Turning off the light beam, I pulled the offending object from her hand. She tried to fight me off and hold onto their only source of light for dear life, but I just moved my hand to cover her mouth and nose.
As she noticed that I wasn't budging my hand, fear started to kick in as she stopped struggling and let the flashlight slip out of her hand. After obtaining the object, I slowly made my way out of the room, locking the door behind me.
I could hear them telling Emily to turn the light back on a when they got no answer they went to investigate.
Emily was frozen. Not so much out of fear, but she was trying to listen for any sounds of the man that had just taken the light source. She didn't hear the team calling out for her until a hand lightly grazed her arm.
After finding Emily and feeling her jump at his touch, Hotch asked, "are you alright?"
It took Emily a moment to recognize Hotch's voice, "will you all stand still and be quiet for a minute. He might still be here."
Everyone stood still and listened to complete silence until JJ finally spoke up, "Em, no one else is here. It's just us."
Emily shook her head though no one could see it, "someone was just here. They took the flashlight."
"Why would someone take the flashlight?" Reid asked to no one in particular.
After a moment of silence, they received their answer as a voice echoed through the bullpen via the intercom system, "because it's more fun that way."
Author's Note: Please let me know what you think. Is this worth continuing?