A/N: Beta read and bunny-enhanced by the lovely and very talented editor frog! Have fun!
Saturday
My head…Oh, god… Where am I? What happened? My head...
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Derek Morgan slowly woke from his slumber. The sun was higher than usual as he looked out the window, still lying in bed. With a smile he remembered that he had the whole weekend off, and he stretched out under the sheets, enjoying the moment of complete stillness. Suddenly he felt a hand creeping up his chest.
"Good morning, lover." The beautiful woman on his side smiled at him, looking through the curls of her long, black hair.
Morgan grinned as he rolled on top of the woman, letting his fingers run down the caramel skin of her cheek. "Good morning. Wanna make it even better?" The smile turned wicked.
The woman reached up to kiss him, and soon they were entangled in the sheets, making the calm morning a little less serene. Casanova had struck again.
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Reid sat up, his head thundering. Trying hard to focus his eyes, he held his forehead in his hands and massaged his temples. As his sight began to clear up, the young man looked around to get an idea of where he was. The conclusion he drew was not the one he had wanted. Instead of waking up in a bed next to a beautiful woman, his place of wakening was something completely different, and far more frightening.
The room was small, about half the size of the conference room at Quantico. A flickering glow emanated from the one fluorescent light in the ceiling. Its walls were smooth and it had no windows. But the thing that made shivers crawl up Reid's spine was the fact that there didn't seem to be any exits. There were no doors. How did I get here? And were IS here?
He stood up, still somewhat dazed from the involuntary sleep he had been in for god knew how long. Looking around, a few items caught his eye. Along one side of the gray walls there were four large containers of water - or at least Reid hoped they were full of water. They looked like the big bottles that you could place in a water cooler. Whoever put him in this room was planning on keeping him here.
Reid shuddered when he looked over to the far right corner. A dirty toilet seat was sticking out from the pale gray wall. It had no lid and no toilet paper was in sight. There was no sink. The young doctor felt nausea rise as he imagined using the filthy toilet.
Reid began to feel very uncomfortable. Where was he? And why? Who brought him here? He had so many questions swirling around in his head, but none of them could be answered. "Hello?" he called. "Can somebody hear me?" He received no answer, and the young doctor felt his heartbeats speed up just enough to free a small amount of adrenaline into his system, making his brain fire up. What the hell is going on?
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Penelope Garcia had never enjoyed sleeping in so much in her life. The night at the bar had taken its toll on her, so a day spent in bed would take care of every shred of stress and fatigue she had in her body. Stretching out in her pink and purple teddy bear pajamas, she nuzzled her face down into the pillow. She loved her pillow. Suddenly, she remembered that someone was waiting for her.
She sat up, slipped on her bunny slippers and shuffled off into the kitchen. Opening the freezer door, a wide grin came over her face. "Well hello there, boys! You up for a threesome?" Reaching in, she pulled out a jar or Ben & Jerry's Ice Cream. The pajama clad partial blonde grabbed a big spoon from the dish rack and made her way back to bed. Not even removing her slippers, she jumped into her neon pink sheets, snatching the remote control from the night stand. Flicking on the TV, she opened the ice cream jar and leaned back on her pillows. Ah, Days of Our Lives, how I have missed you! It's been what – five months since I last watched this? Will you look at that? Last time I watched, that woman was getting coffee. She hasn't even made it out of the room yet! I love this show..! The investment she made in a brand new TiVo was paying off already. A whole day of Days of Our Lives! I love it!
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The walls were smooth and there was no sound as Reid tried tapping them. Probably solid concrete. Floor too. And the cei... As he looked up, he realized how he had been brought into the chamber. A round metal hatch in the ceiling - closed, of course - and no ladder to reach it. A startling realization came over the young doctor. There was no way out. And the person keeping him here wasn't going to let him go anywhere. He was trapped.
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Aaron Hotchner had woken up nearly an hour later than usual. It was actually easier to breathe in the morning when you weren't preoccupied with drinking coffee, showering and dressing up in work clothes. Hotch had ignored the usual routine this sunny Saturday morning as he sat in a deck chair on the back porch, wearing nothing but a worn out t-shirt and a pair of gray briefs. The cup of coffee in his hand was slowly diminishing, and he had just finished the morning paper. The very relaxed agent leaned back in the chair with a sigh and a slight smile as he dropped the paper on the ground and closed his eyes. He had almost forgotten how nice Saturday mornings were.
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Reid searched his pockets for his cell phone, knowing full well that he would probably not have any reception where he was. But his pockets were empty. He didn't even have his identification badge or the keys to his apartment. He had nothing. A feeling of fear and insecurity came over the young agent. Why was he here? The same question came up over and over in his head, but no answer was to be found. He paced the room, touching the walls, trying to figure out where he was. This very much resembles a shelter of some sort, perhaps a bomb shelter. The walls seem to be thick enough to withstand a massive impact, and the one entrance, or exit, appears to be impenetrable. I can't get out.
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JJ Jareau was just leaving her apartment dressed in sweats and sneakers. Mornings were always the best when it came to running. The first soft sunrays of the day hitting her face made her feel alive. Securely fastening her headphones she turned on her iPod and let the music of Guns 'n Roses pour into her head as she began her run. The steps had never felt easier as she knew she didn't have to hurry back to shower and speed off to Quantico for another day of pure hell. She loved her job, but every day was a struggle, a never ending strife to choose the right cases for the team. The young agent never felt satisfied after a day's work; she always felt she could have done more. But today was different. Today she could leave it all behind and just relax. She could feel the morning breeze against her face; feel the freedom of the open road before her. Nothing could stop her today.
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The room was completely silent. All Reid could hear was the sound of his own breathing, which was becoming increasingly rapid. He could feel small beads of sweat run down his forehead and cheeks. The room was strangely warm, despite that it was probably buried under ground. The young doctor was fully dressed in the same clothes he had worn the night before when he met Angelica. A striped shirt and brown pants, but his shoes were missing. His mismatched socks shone bright on the grey floor, one orange and one green. The mind of the boy genius once again began to work. Angelica. She put something in my wine to knock me out. I should have known! A woman like that would never be interested in me. But why would she do this? His head throbbed as he leaned against the wall, still trying to work out any details as to why he had been brought to this cell.
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Emily Prentiss bid goodbye to the clerk as she stepped out of the store. Holding a paper bag with freshly baked bagels, she was on her way back to her apartment. She had been looking forward to this for ages. There hadn't been many mornings where agent Prentiss had actually had the time to go out and buy fresh bread for breakfast. It was one of the few passions she had in life, and it was so easy to satisfy, yet still so hard. Too many mornings were rushed though with only a pop-tart or a cup of coffee on the run before heading off to the bullpen at Quantico. All she really wanted was some fresh bagels for breakfast, with some cream cheese. And today that wish was about to come true. She longed for her soft couch and the thick, knitted blanket she always wrapped around her when watching movies on pay-per-view. Looking forward to watching the DVD which was waiting on her living room table, she picked up her pace and hurried home. This was going to be a nice, lazy movie-watching day. Never had You Got Mail looked so good.
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Still pacing the room, Reid struggled to remain calm in confinement. He had tried on numerous occasions to call out for answers, but eventually had given up as he realized that no one was going to answer him, whether they heard him or not. The young doctor began to get worked up. He ran his fingers through his hair as he paced faster and faster. Mumbling to himself, he desperately tried to think of a reason, any reason at all why anyone would lock him up like this. As tall as he was, he couldn't reach the hatch on the ceiling even if he jumped. Figuring it was probably bolted from the outside, the bewildered young man slumped down onto the floor, his back against the concrete wall. Resting his forehead on his knees, he let out a heavy sigh accompanied by a groan of pure frustration. What was he going to do?
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Jason Gideon had not yet woken up. There was no reason to get up this morning, so he had not even set his alarm clock. He preferred to sleep late on these rare free Saturdays. He slept alone, just as he liked it. More than one pair of legs in a bed just made it more crowded and uncomfortable, plus it increases the risk of getting a knee in the back when you least expect it. It wasn't Gideon's cup of tea. He liked his space and his peace and quiet. There were not enough of those things in his life. The older agent turned over in his sleep, a small smile on his lips. Just because he didn't want another person in his bed didn't mean he couldn't dream about it.
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Reid had not sat on the floor for more than a minute when suddenly, the lights went out. The chamber became pitch black. The young agent's heart skipped a beat, and he jerked his head up in reflex. Fear instantly took a tight grip around his chest. But the second he lifted his head the lights came back on. Relieved, Reid could feel the pressure loosen around his lungs and heart. The analyst in his head was once again put to work. What was that? Can someone see me? Why did they turn out the light? Sighing, he leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes, trying frantically to figure out what was going on. Not one minute later, the lights went out again.
Reid flew up, pressing himself against the wall, fear once again rising inside him. But the lights came on as soon as he stood up. The young man was now very perplexed, and this time the pressure did not loosen. His chest hurt from the hard pounding of his heart, and every rapid breath was a struggle. Every time I sit still the lights go out! My god... A haunting thought struck him. Motion detectors. There are motion detectors here! How am I going to...?
He didn't even get to finish his train of though before he heard a rattle from the hatch in the ceiling. Someone was on the other side. And they were coming in.
