I'm doing something different then promised. I said next would be the Tragedy of Alec Morton, but I got I knew idea, something that may not have a psychologically insane UNSUB, but a full scale action filled episode. I really wanted to do something where we got to see the team in combat, and that's what I'm writing, and that's what I'm giving. For those who have sent messages and reviews stating that you cant wait for the Alec Morton Tragedy, you are just going to have to sit tight. Buckle up. Enjoy the ride.

Alec Morton shivered in the darkness of his cell. If you could call it a cell, it was much more comfortable, with padded walls, but a solid ground, a desk, a nice little cot, a shelf full of books of poetry and all his favorites, and a chess board in the middle, the one he was currently playing on. It had been almost a year since his capture, and an outside observer could tell, he was unshaven for a 17 year old kid, his hair was now straight back and short, and his eyes were so entrapping that many of the other inmates could hardly look away. Life wasn't so bad, not for dear old Alec.

"Checkmate." He told himself, and tipped over the king on the opposite end of the board. The piece fell to the ground and rolled. Then the rolling stopped with the mild squeak of leather shoes. Alec didn't look up to greet the man standing right outside of the plastic wall that separated Alec from the rest of the world.

The person outside the plastic didn't speak. Alec finally looked up.

"Agent Gideon. It's nice to see you again. Pity you had to give testimony against me in court."

Gideon grinned as always, "It's only my job."

"The working man's excuse." Alec laughed, "So why are you here? Have you come to beat me for answers on the other murders? Come to tell me I should have gotten death?"

"No." Gideon shook his head.

"Then why?"

"To interview you, about your life."

Alec snorted, "Well as you can see my life isn't too interesting at the moment. I sit here, read until they bring me food, and then go to the gym, then a session with some overly idiotic doctor, then back o this cell for more food. Think about how beautiful the sky is, and wish you weren't caught, cry until you fall asleep. Wash Rinse and Repeat for the next sixty years."

Please," Gideon seemed even calmer, "Save that Shawshank Redemption shit for someone else. I want to know about your past, your childhood forward."

"Writing a book are we?"

"No, we just need to know. I won't be the only one asking, most of the team will,"

Alec cut him off, "Will Agent Verble come over here to see me?"

"Yes, probably."

"I will answer any and all questions to the best of my ability." Alec agreed. "Where do you want to start?"

Gideon shook his head. "Not yet. I'm going to come by after Christmas with video recording equipment."

Alec laughed sarcastically, "Goodie Goodie, now I'm going to be next summer's blockbuster. Tell me, how does this benefit me? Hmm?"

Gideon stood up, "You'll have someone to play chess with."

"Why must you leave so soon Gideon? I was about to set up for another round."

"I have somewhere I need to be."

Hoover Building, Quantico:

Garcia stormed out of her office and into he conference room, "What is all the noise about? And who is this guy? And why are there donuts? And why wasn't I told there were donuts?"

"Settle down Garcia." Derek soothed with a chuckle. "We just solved a string of 52 murders in one shot, this is Agent Chace Verble, and there are donuts because we got a new guy, and you weren't told because we didn't even know you were here yet."

Chace rose from his seat and held out a hand. Garcia took it and flashed him a stunningly friendly smile."So, where you from new kid?" Garcia asked.

"Oklahoma."

"Mmmhmm." Garcia nodded, "And what unlucky even landed you in the BAU?"

"I shot Agent Gideon."

The group laughed, and Prentiss took a donut and bit into it. After finishing her large bite she asked, "Why didn't I get donuts on my first day?"

"You didn't catch a mass murderer before even joining the team." Reid answered. Prentiss scowled at hi, but even that was friendly in nature.

Derek looked over to Chace, "How Is your girlfriend taking the transfer?"

"She isn't."

"Aw man. Sorry."

"Don't be. She was looking for an excuse to leave anyways." Chace said, a memory of Sarah Throne filling his mind. He missed her already.

Gideon entered the room halfway, "hey, new guy."

"Yeah?"

"I need to speak with you for a moment."

"Sure." Chace walked out of the room with Gideon. Chace was pretty sure he already knew what this was about.

Gideon gave Chace a seat in his private office, and then took a seat behind the desk himself. "Agent Verble, let me start by welcoming you into the team, I've been looking over your resume. You have your Masters Degree from John Hopkins in Criminal Justice, Psychology, Psychiatry, and Agriculture. Very Impressive."

"Thank you sir."

"Do you have plans for the Holidays? Friends? Family?" Gideon asked.

"No sir. Why are you asking?"

"Every other Christmas we have tickets to take the members of the team on a weeklong Cruise in the Florida Keys and Bahamas region. Most of the team can't make it, except for Reid and Prentiss. We used one of the tickets to let Reid take his mother with him, but we still have one I was wondering if you wanted to take a free vacation."

"Yeah, I'll take it. What is one Christmas?" Chace found himself smiling from ear to ear. "When do we leave?"

"Two days from now."

Chace was very glad it wasnt what he thought it was going to be.

Victor John Longwitch was only a hired gun, not a terrorist, but money was money, and these clients paid in cash. His family didn't mind missing good ol' X-mas, and he managed to assemble a crew of twenty that could take a week long job during the holidays. The details were not specific yet, and that worried the team. But Victor John wasn't worried at all. He knew the team could take whatever might be thrown at them. Hadn't they survived Desert Storm in several large scale battles on both sides of the conflict?

There was no reason to believe this would be harder. In fact the idea of something they could not accomplish seemed downright crazy to Victor John. Maybe he was just loyal to his company.