Madman's Answers

Morgan stood up, pushing his chair back so fast it fell on the side "What?"

"You said you would tell us what you're hiding if we find anything about Naomi J.A. and the painting!" Garcia nearly shouted, as furious and as confused as Morgan and everyone else in the room for the sudden change in rules "You can't just change the deal like that!"

Agent Connelly tried to defend himself "I didn't change the deal–"

"Yes, you did!" Prentiss said.

Morgan fisted his hands on the table so hard his knuckles turned white. Hotch intervened before the argument went even further south "Actually, he's right. He didn't change the deal."

"How is that possible?" Rossi asked the former attorney.

Hotch answered him while addressing the whole team "Agent Connelly said he would tell me, Reid and Garcia what he's hiding if Garcia would find out when Naomi J.A. started her painting–"

"Now, I have a question." Agent Connelly told Garcia as he interrupted him "Did you find out when she had started her painting?"

Garcia moved her eyes to the table "No."

"This – technically – makes it a whole new deal…" Spencer interjected.

"And a new deal means new offers." Agent Connelly said before he added firmly "Telling solely Agent Reid is my final offer."

"Why me? Why not anyone else or even all of us?" Spencer asked him.

Agent Connelly smiled his already famous smug grin again "Sorry, can't tell you yet."

"Why not?" Spencer asked him, very much exasperated.

The other agents in the room did not think it was possible, but Agent Connelly's grin grew even wider and the smugness in his voice became ever more distinct as he said: "Spoilers."

It was already midday on August 19, 2010 with full evidence of the summer season; the skies were the clearest blue, not one cloud in sight, and on the tall buildings and the small ones there were many birds of different kinds. If one will look at them closely enough, the birds would seem to him content just living the day by, sitting there under the warm, bright, yellow sun.

The streets of Quantico – as every city street would at this time of year at this time of day – were bursting with loud noises, the people hurrying through their daily schedules and the roads crowded with a semi-large variety of your everyday vehicles.

Agents Dr. Spencer Reid and Dr. Dan Connelly were on that very Thursday walking through those very streets under those very skies, as ignorant as the greater public to the latent summer beauty around them. They were both on, although slightly different, very important missions, so they kept their respective goals in mind. However, those goals were not enough to stop them from arguing, apparently, though they should have been.

"Why do we have to walk all across Quantico for you to tell me what you're hiding?" Spencer asked his companion while trying to get used to his fast pace.

Connelly glanced at him, before directing his eyes forward again, "I have this… private place for us to talk in."

"Meaning…" Spencer asked him to elaborate.

"Meaning I asked a friend of mine who works for UNIT to set up a safe, private place for us to talk in." Connelly answered.

"You asked a friend from UNIT to set up a place just so we could talk?" Spencer asked speeding up his pace as he realized they were not walking next to each other anymore.

"Yep." Connelly answered with emphasis on the last letter.

"Just so we could talk for who knows how long?" Spencer asked.

"Well, when you put it that way... still yes." Connelly answered.

"Why me?"

"Spoilers."

"Does it have any connection to the case?"

"Yes, it does."

"What's the connection?"

"Spoilers."

"Why should I trust you?"

"Spoilers." Connelly said, then caught himself "Wait, what?"

"Why should I trust you?" Spencer repeated.

Connelly spent the next few seconds contemplating his answer, and then said, "When you started at the BAU, did you trust your boss?"

"Trust in what?" Spencer asked.

"Uh… information."

Spencer cast his eyes downward, then returned them to the back of Connelly's head and answered in the affirmative.

"That's your reason to trust me," Connelly told him "I outrank you."

"What?" Spencer nearly screamed.

"I outrank you, your boss and your boss' boss." Connelly replied, completely at ease.

Just when I thought I was gonna get a decent answer! Spencer was almost speechless "How come?"

"Simple; I'm th-Dr. Dan Connelly."

Spencer stared at him, silently wishing for the first time in his life that he could read people's thoughts as well as he could read books "And?"

Connelly's tone became a bit darker "And if you don't like it… If you want to take this to someone above me… then there isn't one. It stops with me."

"There's no one above you?" Spencer asked.

"Nope." Connelly answered, and then added, "You know, for FBI agents, you're – no offence – kind of slow."

"What do you mean by that?" Spencer asked surprised while still trying to catch up with him.

"You lot just keep repeating things I've said with a question mark thrown in at the end of 'em as if that's the only way you can breathe; it's quite irritating."

Spencer was slightly surprised "Really?"

"Oh yes, you're like parrots!" Connelly replied.

Spencer stopped questioning him at that point. I thought he was so irritating, I didn't even think I could irritate him! He thought. But that's just the problem, when something happens to someone, he or she tend to think it's happening only for him or her, same with feelings…

That puts all the kids who bullied me in an entirely new perspective…

A sudden loud shout from Connelly made him stop pondering over it "Oi!"

Spencer looked up and noticed that while earlier he kept walking half a foot behind Connelly, they were now 10 feet apart.

"You comin'?" Connelly asked impatiently.

Spencer seemed to snap out of what trance was over him, then shouted back a "Yes!" as he started running in earnest instead of just walking quickly as he did before.

Spencer put the paper back in the box, then put the box in his bag.

What do I do now?

The paper in the box was very confusing, along with the entire scenario, but before he could close up into himself and dwell on the subject further Connelly stepped out of the warehouse and told him that it was okay to come in.

They stepped through the tall door and walked down a long hallway with several doors along its walls until they reached the stairs. Connelly started climbing up them, then stopped and looked down to find Spencer when he realized he couldn't hear him coming up the stairs with him.

"What's the problem now?" He asked, exasperated.

"The stairs." Spencer said.

"What's wrong with the stairs?" Connelly asked.

"They're covered with… black, slimy mud!"

Connelly looked down at his cream converse shoes, which were now dirty with the mud mentioned "Yeah, um…"

"Yes?"

"This is probably one of the better things UNIT property had been covered in. Oh, and it's not mud" Connelly said, and Spencer could have sworn he was also blushing as he scratched the back of his neck.

"What is it, then?" Spencer asked, warily.

Connelly gulped, then moved his hand to rest by his side, locked eyes with Spencer and said "Are you sure you…"

"Wanna know?" Spencer finished the question for him, and then added "You know what? I think that this time, I really don't."

Connelly looked surprised "Really? No 'What does that supposed to mean?' or a 'Would you stop giving me cryptic answers?'?"

Spencer looked at the… mud-looking… thing, then back at Connelly as he said "No, definitely not."

"Okay then." Connelly said, and then turned around to climb up the stairs again. Spencer followed him this time.

After they climbed up the stairs they walked halfway another hallway and stopped in front of a steel door so Connelly could flash his ID in front of the tiny camera. The door opened and as Spencer and Connelly stepped in two soldiers stepped out, saluting.

"I said 'No salutes'!" Connelly shouted after them, but they were already gone.

"So you get that gesture a lot." Spencer said.

"Oh, yes." Connelly replied "So this is it, the big revelation."

"The big revelation in a security room?" Spencer asked teasingly.

"No safer place, except for, well…" Connelly cleared his throat then "Anyway–"

"So what's your real name?" Spencer asked.

Now Connelly – or whatever his name was – looked shell-shocked "What? How did you know?"

"I didn't know."

"So how–"

"You just confirmed it."

Connelly shifted his feet "Well, that… Okay, let's get down to business."

Finally Spencer thought.

"My name's The Doctor, I'm a Timelord from the planet Gallifrey and I have a space time ship called TARDIS – Time and Relative Dimension – or Dimensions – in Space. Any questions thus far?"

Spencer stared at him "Are you okay?"

"I'm sorry?" Connelly – or The Doctor, or whatever – asked.

"I asked you if you were okay."

"I'm fine. How about you?"

"Besides the fact that I'm held up in a security room with a narcissistic, power crazy nutcase all alone, I'm fine."

"You don't sound fine, or look fine for that matter."

Just as Spencer was about to reply there was a very loud knock – no, pound – on the steel door of the security room, then another, then several more.

From Spencer's point of view it all happened too fast for him to understand what's going on, because after the pounding came horrible laughter, which made whoever he was look at the camera feeds and then turn them all off, grab Spencer by the arm, open the door to the closet with a weird flashlight that made a weird sound, pull him towards a 1960's British Police box, open its doors with a key on a string he took out of his pocket after he put the flashlight back in the same pocket and pushed him into his – apparently real – weird space time ship and close the doors.

"I'm sorry Spencer but I really don't have time to explain, or rather I do but that's a completely different matter. Think of a time and a place, any time, anywhere."

"What?" Spencer merely whispered.

"Come on', think and tell me before they get to the doors!" The Doctor – now Spencer was sure he was telling him at least some truth – said.

Spencer voiced out the first coherent thing he thought since the running started "August of 1,956, Jerusalem, Israel."

He watched The Doctor pull levers and push buttons before he said "Hold on tight, Spencer. Allons-y!"