In terms of what you need to know to go on, this is it: Gideon never left the FBI so he is still on the team therefore Rossi is a stranger and Seaver is also a no go. Basically is like season 2 but the events of the other seasons have happened, except the ones concerning Rossi and Seaver of course.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, I claim nothing but my writing skills (not even sure about those) and my plot lines.

It's a dream, she decided.

All she could see was bodies walking around, sharply, as if something wrong was going on. She could only see them above the knee until right below the shoulder through some kind of smoky glass.

One man caught her attention. He was wearing a suit, all of them were. His was a grey suit topped with a scarlet red tie, he seem to be the one in control, bossing around, shouting with his arms to no specific direction but always having someone ready to take his orders. She couldn't understand what he was saying and she wished she could see is face. Was he angry? Was he afraid? Was he mad? He sure wasn't happy. She could see how tense his whole body was.

Somehow, without her realizing it, there was no one out there besides him. When he turned around to look in her direction she couldn't help the shiver that ran through her spine. Unconsciously she shut her eyes and started to cover her face with her hand as if his eyes could somehow hurt her, only to stop, hands in mid air. There was a glass between the two of them and she could not see him right. The thought that somehow she was in a disadvantage started to grow inside her. She couldn't see his face; she couldn't try and guess what he was thinking. He could. He could see her, assess her, probe her, mentally... She was under the impression of being transparent. One look and one could see her whole life story like she was a movie screen; her face was for sure a theatre of emotions, lying there so HE could see them. The idea made her sick.

After a wile of him just standing there like a block of rock, surely marble but nonetheless, he left.

She was alone at last and so she turned her attention to the room around her. The walls were made of concrete with 2 millimetres spaces separating three 1 meter plaques. The room wasn't a square, she noticed, the walls in front and behind her had 4 plaques. She estimated the area of the room to be 12 m2. There was no door she could see and there was nothing else there besides her.

Uuuhhhg! She tried to stand up but the body attached to her head didn't seem to be hers. Gluing her hands to the walls of the corner she was in, to direct her strength, she once more tried to stand up. This time she won.

She threw an inquiring look at herself. Some jeans and what looked like a plain black t-shirt, her feet were bare and her nails were painted whine red. That was exactly the last thing she remembered doing before she woke up here, wherever here was.

She approached the glass in front of her to get a better look at herself as she started to make a mile long list of reasons for her to be where she was. Jeans and a black t-shirt, she was right. Her hair was loose and somewhat wild but she didn't care, she run her fingers through it for a different reason. She was starting to feel scared.

Tuh! The sound a door startled her from her thoughts, her instincts kicked in and she quickly found her way back to the corner she was in. Four people walked in the room she had no apparent accesses to.

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