Disclaimer: I own neither Criminal Minds nor Inception.
AN: So I saw Inception a couple days ago and fell in love/became obsessed. And of course Criminal Minds is one of my fav shows, so it led to this idea. Reviews are adored…
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"Our life is composed greatly from dreams, from the unconscious, and they must be brought into connection with action. They must be woven together." Anais Nin
The BAU team watched in apprehension as the odd group entered through the doors. It was led by a semi-tall man with eyes like steel and blonde hair, dressed professionally. He was flanked by a slightly shorter man with dark eyes and slicked hair, clothed in a striking suit and carrying a small silver suitcase in his left hand.
Following the two Hotch-like men was a young girl who looked out of place. Her expression was nervous and apprehensive, gazing about the FBI office. Her brown hair was hanging in her pretty face, and she was definitely dressed more casually than the two superiors. A middle-eastern man carrying two heavily packed black bags walked behind her, gazing in awe, like being in the FBI building was the coolest thing ever.
Finally, lollygagging in the back, was a tall man with a smirk seemingly permanently plastered on his face. Dressed in jeans and a casual shirt, he stood out remarkably against the professionalism of the two leading men.
Hotch, standing in front of his team, shifted uncomfortably at the team's entrance. He noticed how people seemed to give them space, not wanting to get in their way. Hotch briefly made eye contact with the steely-eyed blonde in front, and the man was the first to break the gaze, setting his eyes forward.
The new team walked straight into the lion's den, also known as Strauss' office.
"Hmm," mumbled Emily Prentiss. "Anyone else a little scared of them? Or is that just me?"
Dr. Spencer Reid nodded eagerly, eyes not leaving Strauss' office door, while Penelope Garcia gulped. Derek Morgan's eyebrows rose as he contemplated the team. Who, no-what were they? Definitely not FBI agents, didn't seem like CIA…
"I don't know, I love a man in a suit," joked Jennifer Jareu, leaving the group to get their case files.
"Dido, Honey-Pie, but Penelope also digs a smile every now and then," said Garcia. "It's like a little Hotch-army."
Hotch looked at her questioningly, while she just shrugged and followed JJ. Morgan and Spencer followed along behind the bubbly tech analyst.
Emily sighed from behind her boss. "They wouldn't be here if they weren't desperately needed."
"That's just it," said Hotch, brows furrowed. "We don't know why they're here. We don't know what they are…"
Finally accepting the fact that they would know in time, Hotch and Prentiss went to find the rest of their team.
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It was about a week ago that Hotch had been called into Strauss' office himself. The first thing he noticed was how jumpy and agitated his superior was. She didn't sit down and fidgeted constantly. Strauss hadn't even realized Hotch had entered the room until he cleared his throat and was permitted to sit while Strauss proceeded to pace.
"You know why you're here, Aaron?" she asked, re-stacking her papers for the third time.
"Yes ma'am." She motioned for him to continue. "Zander wasn't found guilty. We have nothing to tie him to the murders."
"Fifteen murders, Agent Hotchner!" she exclaimed exasperatedly. "And that's just in Virginia! We didn't even count the others. Canada, Mexico, Utah, Florida, Rome, probably even the ones in Paris…over two hundred homicides and not a single connection!"
"I understand ma'am, but if we were able to locate the bodies, even just one-"
"But here's the problem, Agent," she said, sighing, and plopping ungracefully into her chair. "You can't locate the bodies. Not a single one, even the ones overseas."
"I know that, but the profile strongly shows that Charles Zander would not destroy the bodies. They're out there somewhere, not all in one place, but intact." Hotch didn't know what Strauss wanted him to do…there was nothing else he could do…
"Which is why-I, um, I'm bringing in a back up team," she stuttered, not meeting his eye. Hotch had never seen his superior act like this before.
"Another BAU team?" What could they find that his team couldn't? Nothing!
"No, Agent, a different kind of team."
"From the FBI?"
"No. They aren't government, per say…"
Hotch was stumped. "But—this is an unsolved government case. We can't involve the public. We don't have the authority to do that."
"Well, the director of the FBI was directly requested the help of this team. I'm just passing the news down."
"What kind of team are they?" he asked, eyeing her suspiciously.
"I think it would be best if they explain their…work…themselves. Quite frankly, I don't understand it myself," she huffed, staring at a spot on the wall for a moment, before turning her attention back on the agent in front of her. "Agent Hotchner, you need to stress something to your team."
"What is it?"
"No one is allowed to mention this outside of FBI walls, is that clear? Nothing at home, to anyone, even family or friends. Nobody must know of what we will be doing."
Hotch felt unsettled and nervous as he responded. "Why?" he asked apprehensively.
"Because everything we are doing is completely illegal."
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