"Many who plan to seek the Lord at the eleventh hour die at 10:30"
- Christian Proverb

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"Are you praying now? Well, you should be. You should be begging for forgiveness. But God doesn't forgive those who forsake him... Looks like you're out of luck. So go ahead, scream, shout, yell for help. No one will ever hear you. No one's going to save you. So breathe fast, breathe slow, put your gun to your head and pull the trigger... Any which way you like, you're going to die here."

He opened his eyes at the sound of the voice, attempted to sit up, knocked his head sharply against some sort of lid, and was instantly sure that he must still be unconscious. He shut his eyes tightly again, taking several deep breaths before realizing that, if his senses weren't deceived, he would be wise to conserve his air supply.

He slowly opened his eyes again, only to find the same surroundings. The same horrible, heart-stopping surroundings. There was no one there, no one speaking to him. For a second, he thought he was hallucinating before he realized that the voice was recorded.

He started pounding frantically on the lid of the Plexiglas box, yelling for help in the faint hope that someone above ground would hear.

Seconds later, the moment of immediate panic passed and he forcibly calmed himself; he was only wasting energy and oxygen. He forced himself to think critically, to look for a viable way to escape.

He knew there wouldn't be any.

He had seen the other coffins; this guy was good. Too good to make a mistake like that.

He absently remembered something Reid had said before, something about some guy's cat in a box... It can be assumed to be both alive and dead at the same time...

Did the team think he was dead? Did they even know he was missing? Would they find him in time? Or was he already in his final resting place?

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There was nothing but a disbelieving silence laying heavy in the room as if all the air had been sucked forcibly from their lungs. Could what they were seeing really be real?

The team watched the live feed from the coffin. There was nothing they could do, no way to help him as he struggled for freedom. He pounded on the lid, yelling, trying to escape. Panicking...

The first sound upon it sinking in was choked back sobbing, both Emily and JJ were struggling to hold back their tears. Hotch and Rossi both seemed angry, letting out huffed breaths. Reid seemed scared.

They were all too shocked to even think, all except for Reid who coped with his worry by reverting to what he did best, analyzing. "There's no way that box has twelve hours worth of air. If the unsub plans on keeping him alive long enough to get his money, there's got to be another air source."

"None of the other victims did..."

"I guess... That means Morgan's special..."