The lights had gone out. The lights never, ever went out. One thing was for sure, Hotch was going to have some serious words with the maintenance staff. Paperwork by torch wasn't fun, it made holding the pen hard.
Why didn't God make him ambidextrous?
That question added to the bank of 'What I'm going to ask Peter outside the pearly gates' Aaron turned back to the problem at hand.
The lights were out.
The sound of rattling chains followed by a 'Woo-ing' noise made him raise his eyebrows, and effect totally made redundant by the fact no one could see him.
"Dave, I know that's you," he said dryly, standing up, and pulling the door open with more force than was necessary - it was either take his frustration out on that or people, and breaking a door wouldn't send him to jail.
"Any idea why there's a blackout?" Dave's voice rang up the corridor.
"Blackout? Remembering the war again?" Dave chuckled at this, "I thought it was just me."
"Nope," came Rossi's helpful reply.
"I'll phone maintenance, can you check on the rest of the team?" Thinking he saw a nod, Hotch groped his way back into his office, nearly getting more intimate with the wall than he would have liked.
Lifting the phone from it's cradle, his suspicions were confirmed.
The line was dead.
One more check showed cell phone service was also down.
By no means was Aaron Hotchner addicted to technology, but the icy panic that flooded his gut was more than justified when he looked out the window.
When had all that snow gotten there? He really should open his blinds more.
"The team's fine, but apparently there's been an accident at the entrance since the main generator has went down. The back-up should kick in, but apparently we were already on the back-up since some wise guy thought we could cut it's expense from the budget," the annoyance was more than evident in Rossi's tone, and Hotch suppressed a snort.
"So we're stuck here, in the dark," surmised Hotch.
"Hey, at least it's nearly Christmas!" said Rossi sarcastically.
"Yeah, I'm sure Garcia will have some festive game for us whilst we wait to leave," chuckled Hotch. For the past week Garcia had been trying to get them all in the Christmas spirit, only for Reid to make her almost cry with all the reasons why Christmas wasn't actually the birthday of Jesus.
He was the only one that hadn't got Christmas cookies.
Now, Garcia felt like they had lost their inner child, and that never sat well with the Goddess of All Things Tech. Every lunchtime she had tried to get them to play some game from their childhood, and whilst seeing Morgan, Prentiss, and Reid try to untangle themselves from Twister was quite funny, no one really wanted to play these things.
"Maybe we can just stay in our offices," suggested Rossi, but that hope was soon dashed when Garcia appeared, torch in hand, and a grin that never promised anything good.
"I'm afraid I don't have anything to sit this out with," the two men breathed a sigh of relief, "But Morgan suggested Truth Or Dare, do you want to play?"
It really was nice for her to phrase it as a question, but both Agents knew an order when they heard one.
A/N: I felt like writing another humour fic, and I've seen a lot of 'Truth Or Dare' fics, and wanted to try my hand at it. I hope you like the set up, and I would appreciate it if you could give me truths or dares for the team, I will try and fit them in the next chapter, or future ones :)
Random Note: This is my 50th fic... Yay!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Criminal Minds *sigh*
I apologise for any spelling and/or grammar mistakes contained within this chapter.