Catherine ran quickly through what she thought was a dim-lighted airport. The screams got louder and louder as they continuously echoed around her head, not being able to escape. She came to the end of the stretch of the unknown building, and pushed the door. It was locked. Panic filled her as she couldn't get out; she wisped her head around to scan the perimeter to make sure no one had caught up with her. The sweat ran down her face as well as the tears as she hammered the door, her palm impacting the wall as hard as she could, the door didn't budge one bit. She glanced down at her hands, bleeding red from the sudden strong impact which she imposed on herself, as well as the slit right in the middle where she had caught her hand on an unknown object while she was running full throttle. Her breathing became very fast as her whole body shook with fear, she couldn't escape. She was enrapt thoroughly within, unable to move from a single spot even if she tried. She didn't give up easily, but she had to, to save herself from further harm. She knew for definite that no one was coming to the rescue. She knew for certain that Knights in shining armour' didn't exist. She knew that this was her time to go. She looked up, her vision interlocked with the black figure standing in line with her, moving closer and closer as Catherine's heart rate increased and increased. The black threatening silhouette graciously lifted up his right arm, gripping tight on to the object that it possessed. "Ms Willows…" She heard coming from a far, the voice being very gentle soothed Catherine in a way. However that same phrase was repeated over and over again, growing to a crescendo until the eerie atmosphere was silent. She heard a big bang before a piercing pain commenced within her head. Everything went black.

The aeroplane staff surrounds Catherine at the same time as the mysterious man that was on his computer earlier.

Catherine fluttered her eyelids then opened her eyes slowly, she squinted as her eyes adjusted to the bright yellow rays of the aeroplane ceiling lights. Her vision began to slowly focus, as the ceiling became more apparent. It was finely painted and decorated, the paint subtly in swirls of white, the wallpaper, which was a deep shade of maroon, hugging the joint of where the ceiling and walls met and shadowed by the lights which had now been dimmed down. She saw a few people looking down at her, it had been silent until now, and she started to pick up on the conversation.

"Do you think we should call a paramedic for when we get off?" one of the hosts said very concerned. He looked at the mysterious man who had left his laptop on the table where he had been sat.

"I'm sure she'll be fine, though she does look a little pale…." His voice trailed off at the end of his sentence, frowning. "Will you please go and pour some cold water, I think that's the least you may do." His voice was warm and polite as he smiled reassuringly. One of the air hostess' stood up and did what the man said as the man ushered the crown away from Catherine.

"Ms. Willows." Catherine frowned as she looked at him with slight anxiety. He frowned as her saw her trying to get up. "Careful, just stay where you are, you took quite a tumble, you should be fine it's just a precaution that we have to take. You hit your head quite hard; we were all very worried about you. His voice was now serious. But Catherine went against precaution and slowly began to sit up slowly, she then leaned again the padded seat which, moments ago, she had been sat on. She wiped her head to get rid of the moisture which had amassed on her eyebrows. Her head throbbed from where she had bashed it, she could feel the pulsations travelling through her head as she felt slightly dizzy.

"Allow me to introduce myself" he smiled, still looking at Catherine with worry. I'm Dr. Spencer Reid, FBI BAU Supervisory Special Agent, I believe that you are a new member of my team, welcome" Catherine let out a slight chuckle. She knew that it was just her mind trying to make everything look as if there was something wrong, she was just paranoid about her new job. Surely if Dr. Reid wasn't suspicious at all, quite the opposite, the sarcastic lady at the airport was surely harmless too…Wasn't she?

The host then came back with some water. Spencer thanked all of them for their kind hospitality and they then went back to take care of other matters. Spencer dipped one of the patterned towels he had found in some water and placed it on Catherine's head. It instantly cooled her. "So, would you mind discussing what just happened? What did you experience? You were trembling extremely as well as sweating an awful lot, then you collapsed…" he went silent for a couple of seconds and passed the remaining distilled cold water to Catherine to drink.

She took a sip then looked back at him. "Well the last thing I remember is seeing you in front of me, though I couldn't get a clear image, everything was blurred. I had a really awful dream though, a nightmare you would say. It was panicked and there wasn't anywhere to go or anyone in sight…" she shivered thinking back to the images that she had experienced within her mind. "Let's just say the mind can play tricks, and this trick didn't end well for me. Sorry if I alarmed you.

"I was just worried about your health that's all" Spencer smiled though he could tell that she was still in some sort of stressed state. "You may say no more" He said reassuringly, not trying to gain anything from the conversation. "Do you feel better now?" he said gently slightly tilting his head to the side.

"I feel a little dizzy but much better; I greatly appreciate your concern, Dr.?" Her sentence trailed off as she couldn't remember his name. "Sorry, forgotten your name already" she felt really weak at this point.

"No worries," he smiled kindly. "You just hit your head quite hard, it's actually great that you can remember before the accident. It's Doctor Reid. Doctor Spencer Reid" he smiled feeling a little like James Bond, the ultimate agent.

"Well, Doctor Reid Doctor Spencer Reid" she grouped the entire phrase together "please can you help me up, I'd like to sit back down." She smiled, weakly.

"Of course" he said, helping her up gently and sitting her down. He sat opposite so he could watch Catherine to make sure she was okay, and to try and prevent any coming problems that could happen to Catherine. " I've got your back, Special Agent Willows.