(Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds or it's character)

Hey, Reader! So sorry for the delay! Time isn't kind and as a result I'll be writing this chapter instead of Sarry22, I hope she will be able to do the next chapter, but she did have some intervention in this one.

It is currently 11.30pm, and I just received word about writing this chapter and luckily I'm very much in the mood to half an hour of writing, that's if I get past this AN.

So, so , so, I just want to clarify to any readers that YES this story is extremely improbable, however it's out there now and like I've said before, I do not leave stories never to be finished. If you can't deal with the inaccurate sciencey stuff then don't read. If you can cope with that then read on and I hope you enjoy.

Please leave reviews, I think some encouragement is needed not only for myself but for the other author Sarry22.

Oh...um...I just got an alert that a stories been updated, can I press pause on the writing for just one second. Okay I'm back...

Alright, here's what you've all been waiting for.


"Hotch! Where are you?" Emily stumbled desperately through the darkness, her arms outstretched searching for something; anything.

"I'm here", a monotone voice called ahead of her. "Watch yourself, its flooded down here, including the steps, so don't slip."

Cautiously, Emily inched her foot forward, blinking through the darkness. She felt the edge of her door slip into mid air and reaslied where the step must be. She could hear Hotch sloshing.

"I think I have a torch on my-one second, don't move", he ordered, grunting as he dug around his pockets for his cell. Emily almost fell back when a searing light shone into her eyes. "Sorry", Hotch muttered, pointing the torch at her feet so she could walk down the remaining steps.

She gasped as the cool water licked at her ankles soaking into her touser legs. By the time she got to Hotch it was at mid shin height.

"Gross", she hissed as the murky water danced at her leather boots. Hotch slowly moved his phone around the room, investigating the area. The entire floor was flooded. His eyes caught the big glass doors and he waded over to them, Emily close behind.

"I don't think-" Emily started before Hotch reached the door and grimaced. The torch illuminated the debris that had piled up at the entrance. Branches, broken pieces of metal and other waste refused entry in, which also meant no one could get out. Hotch shouldered the door, smacking into it firmly, but it wouldn't budge. Emily looked out of the glass to the areas the torch lit up.

Like the ground floor, the pavement and roads were vastly flooded, similar debris that clogged up the door was also clogging up the drains preventing them from doing their jobs.

"Ready?" He asked and they both shoved hard on the doo, but it didn't bother dye an inch.

"Is not moving...", Hotch said, turning back to Emily, who was biting her lip nervously.

"We're going to need more help, right?"


"Reid, calm down, man!"

"Spence you need to breath."

Reid swallowed fast and tried to breath, but the panic was overwhelming and he began hyperventilating. He hated the dark. No, not hated, he was terrified of it, yet here he was, drowning in thick black nothingness, with not a scrap of light to cling onto.

"What's wrong with him?" Rossi called through the darkness and Reid's breath hitched again. He felt JJ's soft hand on his back rubbing soothing circles to ease his laboured breathing.

"Too...d-dark", Spencer rasped, trying to swallow and breath at the same time, sending him into a coughing fit.

"Does anyone have a torch?" Morgan shouted desperately. Rossi fumbled in his pocket for his cell phone when 3 beams of light spewed from Morgan, JJ and Garcia's phones.

"Look, it's okay now, Spence", JJ coed, continuing to stroke his back. Reid continued to breath heavily, but the light shining around the room calmed him.

"Sorry", he mumbled when he was finally able to take a deep revitalising breath.

"You have nothing to be sorry about", Garcia mumbled, giving him her best smile. A small rumble resonated from below them.

"This whole building's unstable", murmured Rossi, looking cautiously at the floor beneath him.

"I hope Em and Hotch are okay", JJ fretted, glancing over at the stairs.

"Maybe we should help", Morgan suggested, which gained him a vigorous shake of Garcia's head.

"No way, Chocolate Thunder. You're hurt", Garcia said raising her eyebrows over her broken glasses; the lens in the hexagonal green frame was cracked in several long abrasions, they also sat on her nose at an angle.

"That includes you, Pen", JJ added, before turning her gaze to Spencer who was quiet.

With a torch beside him Reid continued to shiver, his lips tinged with blue and his face extraordinarily pale.

"You alright, Spence?" JJ asked softly. Reid nodded slowly and regretted it when he was plagued with nausea.

"We might need some help", a distant voice came from the corridor to Garcia's lair. Emily popped her head around the corner, a grimace over her lips. "The entrance is blocked. Hotch thinks we might be able to shift it, but we need more hands", with that Rossi stood, followed by JJ and a hopeful Morgan.

"No way sweetness, you're staying right here with me and my boy wonder." Garcia chided, but Emily gave another grimace.

"Uh...we might need him, Garcia", she hissed guiltily.

"I'm okay with that", Morgan said, getting to his feet, ignoring the ache from his shoulder. Garcia gaped helplessly.

"Wha-...bu-"

"You and Reid hold down the fort 'till I come back for you, okay, Baby Girl?" Morgan simpered, following on JJ and Rossi's heals. Garcia gazed over at Emily, who pinched her lips together apologetically.

"We'll come back if we can't get it open", she called before heading back the way she came.

"But- oh...", Garcia turned to Spencer, who was looking back dully.

"I-I guess we just wait h-here", Reid croaked.

"I guess", Garcia sighed.


"Hotch, hold up! You don't need to break your collarbone on that", Rossi stopped Hotch before he could slam himself into the glass again. He pressed against the door and motioned the others to do the same.

"On three we push. Okay?" Rossi instucted. The team, minus Garcia and Reid, got into position; Morgan going in with his uninjured shoulder.

"1."

"2", Hotch shifted slightly, eyeing the dark pile of debris blocking the door.

"3", they all heaved against the thick glass door, splashing the water to keep their footing. JJ's heals slipped on a page of newspaper that had been floating around and she flopped into the brown water.

"Urgh. DAMN IT!" She growled. Morgan laughed when she stood up looking like a sodden rat, her clothes clinging to her. JJ smacked his good shoulder hard and spat out the water she'd managed to get in her mouth.

"It's not funny!" She hissed.

"Maybe a little", whispered Emily behind her hand which had been surpressing giggles. JJ grumbled, but soon resumed her post and they began pushing again.

They continued this strategy for 10 minutes straight and when Rossi found himself sat with water up to his waist, he threw his fist into the glass. He reeled back, filling the ground floor with curses.

"That's it! This is hopeless!" Rossi concluded angrily, stroking his red knuckles.

"We could try and smash it", Morgan suggested.

"Bullet proof", Hotch said tapping the glass and smirking at Rossi's bruised knuckles. "Nothing's getting through this."

"Well, I know that now", Rossi muttered bitterly.

"What now?" JJ groaned.

"We should get the power back on", reported Hotch.

"How?" Emily frowned.

"There's a generator."

"Where?" Queried Rossi, ringing out his sleeves.

"The generator is down a floor", Hotch rubbed his neck anxiously, but Rossi only nodded. He stripped off his jacket and sat on a flooded step to remove his shoes and socks.

"Rossi...you're not thinking of..." JJ whispered and Rossi stood back up shaking himself mentally.

"The water level shouldn't be too high", he replied.

"I'll come", Hotch insisted, taking a step towards the stairs.

"No. I can do it." Hotch was about to argue when a loud crash boomed across the room. JJ jumped when she saw bricks falling through the floor.

"Shit", hissed Morgan when a grumble rocked the building.

"It's unstable", Rossi mumbled. Another crash echoed, this time it was more distant. The building shook once more and a scream rang out.


"They've been like 10 minutes!" Whined Garcia.

"You're impatient", Reid pointed out, a smile over his chapped lips, his eyes tired and drooping.

"I have every right to be! Reid...what-what's the probability of people who get trapped in an FBI building during a storm, with it falling apart around them, that they...live", Garcia asked nervously and Reid hicupped out a laugh.

"Unsurprisingly, there are no s-st-statistics on that, b-but I can make some up...t-to make you feel better", Garcia grinned.

"Thanks...I'll pass...", she looked longingly at the corridor her team had left in.

"You wanna go check on them, don't you?" Reid questioned, his head lolling slightly.

"No. I can't leave you, Spence", Garcia gasped, though she knew he had profiled her perfectly.

"I'll be fine. They'll probably tell you to come back up here anyway. Just go make sure they're okay. I'm not going anywhere", Garcia bit her lip and looked him over. He didn't look very good...at all. His head was sweaty, his hair sticking profusely to it. The bandage on his side was already beginning to leak with blood. His leg was the same, but he still managed to smile sweetly at her.

"I really shoul-"

"Go", Reid chuckled. Garcia hesitated, but finally decided to get up.

"I'll be back in 5, tops", she promised, hurrying away and sending him quick looks as she went. He waved her away and laughed when she stopped watching him and dashed around the corner.

He dropped the smile and dragged in a deep arduous breath. He closed his eyes and looked down at his wrists. He blinked twice to disperse the blurriness. His cold fingers brushed against his wrist and his breath hitched when the chill licked over his forearm. He pinched the skin on his wrist and watched as the veins became pale and remained that way.

"Shock", he whimpered as his trembling grew more violent.

A sudden boom echoed through the building and Spencer's eyes snapped open. He listened intently.

"Garcia", he rasped, his shakes turning almost to convulsions.

He felt the floor tremble with him and another boom rattled his very bones. A shriek reached his ears and Reid's breath caught in the back of his throat.

"GARCIA!"


Phew! I'm beat! So sorry for the wait, I have no clue when the next chapter is coming, so bare with us.

FYI if you're reading 'All Hallows' Eve', the next chapter should be up by tomorrow, I promise.

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See you in the next update.