Disclaimer- I do NOT own Criminal Minds or any of it's characters!

AN: This IS a self insert story. I changed my name and I'm like a year older in this but thats the power of fanfics baby! ;) I'm not quite sure when I want this to take place, yet. But just know its after the Hankle incident, well thats obvious because there's Rossi! XD Will let you know when I figure it out. ^^ Enjoy!~

Chapter one-Down the rabbit hole...

Tears could be seen in the flickering lights. They left trails down her cheeks and past her her lips which she was currently biting trying to keep silent in dark.

Hugging her pillow she didn't move even as the credits rolled onto the screen and the music started to play. She'd just watched the episode for the umpteenth time and every time Reids desperation made her cry. Most Spencer Reid centric things had that effect on her. She felt for the boy and despite knowing that he wasn't real and that when you changed the channel it'd all just be a rerun of some tv show, for that hour she was in their world watching Reid try to safe poor Adam from his other self or maybe Morgan confront his inner demons. They weren't real but they were her world for that hour. The voices making since and the emotions so real she wanted to reach out and hug them.

Sighing she turned off the tv and by the light of the street lamp outside stared down at her half finished essay on the floor. Sticking her tongue out, in a way that said screw both the history essay and reality, she turned over on the couch. Her las thoughts were of how much more interesting it would be to dissect someones actions then to write about the Great Society.

Her dreams were a bizarre whirl wind of images and blood. They all seemed tinted red and oddly familiar. She wanted to get closer inspect the pictures and scenes but she felt suddenly as if her very self was being torn in half. Pain and fear struck her like a ton of bricks and she her eyes snapped open. Panting, she put a hand to her chest and took a few deep breathes.

"Okay, woah. Haven't had a nightmare in a while." Pushing her self up she realized that instead of the soft, warm couch she'd gone to sleep on she was on something hard, cold, and damp. Quickly standing up she blinked a few times, trying to get her eyes to adjust to the dark. She made a large rectangular shape ahead and to the left of her. Suddenly a flash of light came from ahead of her and she heard the familiar 'whoosh' of the car passing by. She was in an alley? She automatically started walking blindly towards the last source of light and talking to herself to try and curb the sudden fear that gripped her.

"Okay, okay, okay. You wake up in an unfamiliar place with no idea how you got there. First thing you do? Don't panic. Check. Second find someone who knows where the heck-waah!" Her foot caught on something and she went face first to the ground, barely having enough time to put out her hands to catch herself. When her arms did hit the ground they hit water, which then splashed all over her front half.

"Owwwww. Confused, scared, cold, and now wet. Perfect just freakin perfect." One again pushing herself off the damp ground she felt the thing that tripped her. It was cold, hard, and had fabric on it. She felt a metal object of some sort to the side of it. Just then another car went by, illuminating the alley. She was staring down at a bloody body of a boy a little older then herself. Gasping she scrambled back till she hit the dumpster she'd seen earlier.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god." She literally ran to the mouth of the ally, all but leaping over the body, and proceeded to the nearest street lamp. Looking down at her self she saw that she was almost covered by the 'water' she'd fell into earlier. Looking down at her hands she saw they were not only shaking but covered in sticky red liquid. "Oh my god." Apparently her vocabulary had abandoned her along with her rationality. This was NOT happening. She shouldn't be here. She should be at home!

"Miss?" She looked up and saw a man about twenty feet away, he was dressed in dress pants and some neutral colored button down shirt. But thats not what mattered, all she could think about was that she was covered in blood, another poor mans blood. "Miss, are you okay?" As he got closer he must have noticed the blood. "My god, are you hurt? Do you need me to call someone?" Despite the situation it was all she could do not to smack the man. She was covered in blood, another human beings BLOOD. Why on earth wouldn't you call someone.

But she didn't say that, she didn't say anything at all. She opened her mouth fully prepared to yell at the man but all that came out was a pathetic squeek then sobbing.

He put a hand on her back and she took the mans offer and sobbed into his dressy shirt. She was only partially aware that he'd gotten his cell phone out. She wanted to yell. At him, telling him she didn't need his help or an ambulance, she wasn't hurt! That man was! At herself, for crying and becoming so undone so quick. She wasn't hurt, she didn't just loose someone, she didn't just get murdered! And finally at her history teacher, for assigning her that stupid essay that even at that moment was in the back of her mind.

-END OF CHAPTER- XD

AN: Review!~ Heheheh I wrote this while avoiding a history essay. May my teacher never know. :D