Special Agent Derek Morgan strode forward, gun drawn. Doctor Spencer Reid followed behind him. They cleared several rooms, their confusion mounting. Each area they cleared had an unconscious body or two.
"So far, no deaths," Reid said, checking an armed body that lay in the hallway. In front of them was a closed door. "Some discoloration on the walls, though."
Morgan leaned against the doorway and put a finger to his lips. Reid readied himself on the other side, raising his pistol. Two muffled voices were speaking in the final room.
Reid nodded and opened the door. Morgan burst in, yelling, "FBI!"
Reid noted the sharp tang of gunpowder and bullet holes in the walls as he came in behind Morgan. He also saw the slow breathing of the bodies on the floor and the lack of blood splatters.
"What the hell," said Morgan.
Stuck to the ceiling were two oddly dressed men. A short, dark-haired, bespectacled individual was arguing with a man whose hair concealed most of his face.
"—finition of freak accident," the man with glasses was saying. The long-haired man was laughing when Derek and Spencer had entered. Both ceiling enthusiasts stopped and stared at the FBI agents.
"Are those… robes?" Spencer asked, looking between the two men.
The man with glasses chuckled, and his friend said, "Well, yes. They are robes."
"Who are you?" asked Morgan, after checking the rest of the room.
"If I told you, I would have to kill you," said the long-haired man.
Morgan raised his pistol, but the other man said, "Sirius, I told you not to threaten people with movie quotes."
Sirius rolled his eyes. "Come on, Harry, he handed me that one."
Harry shook his head. "Still, threatening the local law enforcement is a bad idea."
"Never stopped me before," retorted Sirius.
"Excuse me," Spencer said, "how are you staying up there?"
Harry and Sirius exchanged looks. Their bodies were rigid against the ceiling, only allowing them to move their heads.
"Don't—"
"Magic."
"Damnit, Sirius."
Morgan looked over the room again and pulled out his cell phone.
"Magic?" said Spencer.
"No," said Harry.
"Yes," said Sirius.
"Come on, Sirius, work with me."
"No, this is your fault."
"It's both our fault, at the very least. It was a first-year mistake."
"You really expect me to believe," interrupted Spencer, "that you magicked yourself into ceiling fixtures?"
"No."
"Yes."
"I said work with me, Sirius."
"Why?"
"Because we need their help to get down."
"Again, why? Just cancel the spell."
"Sirius, non-verbal doesn't mean Wandless."
"Oh."
Morgan ignored the byplay, turning away while waiting for his call to connect.
"Office of Supreme Intelligence," said the voice from his phone.
"Garcia, your work paid off," Derek replied, "but there is a bit of a situation."
"Were you too late?" asked Penelope Garcia.
"No, we arrived at the militia compound and everyone has been knocked out. Everyone except two men in robes on the ceiling."
"I'm… Sorry, did you say on the ceiling?"
"Yes, in robes."
The phone line was quiet for a few moments.
"But I was correct in my pattern, right?"
"Yeah Garcia, armed militia in a location not hooked up to any pipe network. I will call back when I have more."
/\/\/\/\
"Where are the explosives?" asked Derek, turning to face the rest of the room.
"What explosives?" said Sirius.
"Sirius," said Harry, "I told you that cover story doesn't work every time."
"It worked with Pettigrew."
"Yeah, but he was in the middle of the bloody street. Also, did you just use Wormtail in a positive manner?"
Sirius gagged. "You're right, I take it back."
Harry regarded Derek. "There are no explosives."
"The last few places you fellows hit were blown up, and the occupants dumped at the local police station," said Derek. "The explosions were attributed to gas line ruptures, except no gas pipes ran through those locations."
Reid bent down and picked up two pieces of wood that lay in the middle of the room. They were both just over a foot long, and each had a handle.
"Careful with those, mate."
Reid stood up and looked at Harry, "Are these supposed to be wands?"
"They are wands," said Harry, "and the only way we are getting down. So, hand them over."
"Tell me the spell," countered Reid.
Sirius snorted as Harry said, "It won't work for you."
"Because magic doesn't exist?"
"Because you aren't magical."
"How do you know?"
Harry opened his mouth to retort, and then closed it. Sirius looked between Harry and Reid.
"Finite Incantatem."
Reid frowned, running through his knowledge of different languages.
"Incantation Limit?"
"That's pretty close, but it has to be the Latin."
Reid holstered his pistol and put a wand in each hand. Raising his right arm, he intoned, "Finite Incantatem!"
A comforting warmth shot from Reid's chest, through his arm, and out the wand in a blast of red light. Sirius yelped as he and Harry dropped from the ceiling. Harry landed on his hands and knees, while Sirius face planted.
"Reid, what was that?" asked Derek, covering Harry and Sirius with his gun.
Reid's mind was running a thousand miles a minute; his body felt different, like he had just had a glass of cold water after trekking through a desert. He looked up from the wand in his hand. "I don't know."
"Stand up, slowly," Derek directed at the two wizards. "We are taking you in for questioning."
As Sirius rolled onto his back, Harry stood. "Of course. I have some questions as well."
A/N
House: Ravenclaw
Year: Second
Category: Crossover
Prompt: Criminal Minds
Word Count: 930