I don't own Smallville or Criminal Minds.
In this story Chloe is abducted and made to pass a series of tests to determine whether or not someone dies. The BAU is called in and things take a turn for the worse.
Constructive criticism is welcome.
This story will probably focus on Chloe and Reid.
Inside her head she was screaming. It wasn't really her fault. The universe seemed to think that her life was just one big cosmic joke, and it went out of it's way to make her miserable.
Chloe could handle having a gun pressed to her head, she could handle the near death experiences that came with her daily life, she could not handle knowing that some innocent person was going to be slaughtered for no reason, and it was going to be her fault.
"Chloe, I know you're awake."
She didn't say anything.
Metropolis had a lot of criminals, only a few of them were killers, only one of them was a serial killer who abducted entire groups of people to play out his sick games.
Chloe had started looking into the murders when it first became apparent it was a serial killer. She got the autopsy reports from her contact at the morgue. She really regretted that now because somehow he had found out.
She had only been looking into the murders for a few days, it didn't make sense that he could have known what she was doing.
"Chloe, I am getting really bored. Do you want to play or not?" he sounded impatient.
"If you don't answer me in the next five seconds someone is going to get hurt, you don't want that on your conscience do you."
Chloe was scared now. "What do you want?"
She could hear him grinning "I want you to play. All work and no play makes for a very boring existence, and all you do is work."
She was feeling her way around the room she was in.
On her way to the talon her car had gotten a flat tire, she remembered stopping to change it and waking up in in complete darkness. The voice she head was coming out of an intercom of sorts, she could tell because of the slight static. Finding no way out she sat down.
"If I play can I go home?"
"After the game is over."
Clark would look for her if he didn't hear from her in a while.
"Ok." Chloe really hoped she didn't sound as defeated as she felt.
All that live must die, passing through nature to eternity. William Shakespeare.
"We have a case."
It was amazing how much one sentence could affect the mood in a room.
Derek Morgan and Emily Prentiss, who had been laughing about something fell silent when JJ handed them their files.
Spencer Reid looked up from whatever he had been writing with a frown. "How bad is it?"
JJ handed him his file. "Bad. Hotch wants you guys ready on the jet in twenty minutes, and Garcia is coming along on this one."
"Where are we going?" it was Emily who asked.
"Kansas."
Twenty minutes later the jet was up in the air.
"Metropolis, Kansas. There are twelve victims so far, all of them between the ages of twenty five and thirty. They have no connections to each other, other than being killed by the same person. Six men and six women. Different everything." Garcia was interrupted by David Rossi.
"Why are they just calling us in now?"
"Metro PD didn't really see it as a problem until four more people went missing earlier today."
"What changed." Morgan seemed genuinely curious. "The police got a phone call from the unsub, he told them that they have one week to find the victims before they die."
