Disclaimer: I own neither Criminal Minds nor Fullmetal Alchemist. Which, by the way, makes me very, very sad.

I'm so sorry it took me so long to update. Not only am I not doing my homework right now to get this posted I also have at least three different versions of this chapter on my computer all taking the story in different directions. :) I am following the anime because I have yet to catch up on the manga. I really hope you enjoy this chapter, I would promise to update soon but unfortunatly exams are coming up and I don't know if I will be able to post much until they are over. However, I might post another chapter this weekend, one never knows. Xxmgxx3445xX made a good point so I fixed this authors note. ;)

Chapter 9

It was two steps before Reid realised Ed was no longer in stride beside them, he spun around to find the kid writhing on the ground in agony. His face contorted slightly, he was grasping his leg.

"Oh god, Morgan!" Reid grabbed Morgan's sleeve and he turned too.

"Shit," he mumbled. "Should we take him to the hospital?"

Reid dropped to his knees beside Edward, "Ed, are you ok?"

Ed's pain subsided slightly and he sat up slowly, "Yeah, yeah."

"Come on, kid," Morgan said. "Take it slow."

"No, really," Ed muttered. "I've had worse. Let's go. I'm just tired."

"You see," Morgan said and pushed his shoulders down, "I've been tired before, but I don't remember this side-effect. So, take a minute to get your breath back before you jump up."

Ed nodded and closed his eyes. He must have knocked something out of place while he was in the gate or when he landed. Anything could have happened. It probably explained how sore the little bit of limbs that attached to his automail were too if they'd been so jostled around. He was bruised up badly so why wouldn't his automail be too? It was common sense. He took a deep breath and pushed himself up off the ground.

"Steady," Morgan said and supported his left side as Ed grasped his own right arm and moved slowly towards Morgan's jeep. He helped him into the backseat and Reid slid in beside him, "Feeling any better?"

Ed nodded.

Reid's phone went off, "Reid."

"Reid, it's Hotch," Hotch voice came over the line. "New development."

"New development?" Reid repeated so the others in the car could hear. "I thought the case was closed."

"Look, I know I gave you the day off... but this changes things," Hotch said.

Reid nodded, though Hotch couldn't see him and turned to Morgan, "We're wanted back inside."

Morgan sighed, "Ok then, Ed, are you ok to come back?"

Ed nodded, a new development could easily change things for him and he didn't want that.

He stumbled inside after the two agents and up to interrogation 2. The room was amazing, filled with gadgets he had never seen before, if Winry had been there she would have wanted to take every last one apart. His eyes widened, considerably when he directed his attention to the man on the other side of the glass.

"Edward, are you ok?" Hotch asked, noting the kid's paleness and the line of sweat that had broken out along his hairline.

"I-I... know that man." He pointed though the glass to the suspect, and braced himself against the wall with his automail hand.

"We were surprised too. We were about to book him and he just took off his wig and laughed," Prentiss shook her head. "How do you know him?"

Apparently, old habits die hard. But Ed had to wonder; was this, the Barry from this side of the gate or the Barry he once knew. How did he get here?

"You know him?" Morgan repeated.

"Or someone like him," Ed sighed and balled his hand into a fist against the wall.

Hotch arched an eyebrow, "How do you know him?"

"Feels like another life," Ed said, smirking. "What's this guys' name?"

"He calls himself #66 and a variety of other names," Hotch replied, his eyebrows moving in a way that formed a crease in his forehead.

Ed ran his hand over his face and Reid noticed he had paled considerably.

"Are you feeling ok?" Morgan asked, apparently he had noticed too.

"Let's just say today wasn't the first time this guy has tried to kill me," Ed closed his eyes against the rush of adrenaline that filled his body at the thought of that day. His fingers twitched with the overwhelming need to flee, but the rest of his body he held absolutely still. Reid watchec the process with fascination.

Edward felt like he was back in that day. The day Barry had terrorised him more deeply than anything else before him. Every moment of that day was etched into his memory so deeply he knew even the gate would have been unable to take it from him. Winry's terrified face as Barry sharpened his knife and the pain as he chased Ed through the strung up animal corpses and tried to slice Ed up into tiny little pieces. He'd really thought he was going to die. That stood out most, that feeling of helplessly without the ability to save himself. He remembered collapsing to the ground before Alphonse and sobbing. He wanted nothing more than to see Al now, in the suit or otherwise. At this point he just wanted to be home, and home was wherever his brother was...

A sharp shock from his automail arm brought him out of his memories.

"Where'd you go, Edward?" Reid asked, quietly. Edward had taken a few steps back as he reminisced. He took shook his head violently.

"Edward if you go in the room with me, we might be able to get him to talk," Hotch said.

Edward closed his eyes again and then nodded, "Fine." He owed Barry a long prison sentence at the very least.

He made his way slowly into the interrogation room after Hotch, steeling himself for what lay ahead.

Barry grinned up at him, "Hello, Fullmetal."

"I didn't think you'd remember me," Edward said, stoically, nothing this psychopath said would affect him, or, at least, he kept telling himself that.

"How could I forget you? Your part of the reason I became what I was – what I am now. Besides you cried like a little girl when I just cut you a little teeny bit." Barry sang.

Edward scowled and grumbled, "I was a scared little kid."

"You still look like a scared little kid to me." Barry shrugged. "With the height of one too."

Edward shot a glance at Hotch who was leaning against the door and bit back the urge to yell something about not being a half-pint pipsqueak so small you could crush him with your big toe.

"How'd you end up here, Barry?" Ed asked, pushing past the insult.

"Probably the same way you did. I died by the hands of a very unpleasant Ishbalan with a scary face. You probably know him as Scar. Then I took a trip through a pretty gate. I honestly don't know why I ended up here; maybe my soul was so saturated in blood that they didn't want it in their shiny little stone," Barry bragged and shrugged proudly.

"Shut up," Ed growled. "Do you even realize where you are? Why would you keep murdering here, too?"

"Well, Edward, statistics show that when you kill a serial killer and he comes back the chances he'll kill again are substantially higher. Besides I thought I already told you my story."

Ed rolled his eyes, "Why don't you repeat it for the rest of the audience?" he motioned to Hotch.

Barry craned his neck around to grin sheepishly at Hotch, "One day I chopped up my wife into tiny little pieces, accidentally, of course. When I saw how finely I could chop her I just couldn't get enough."

Hotch scowled a little more than usual, "Edward, I think that's enough."

"Not quite." Ed said. He turned to Barry and slammed his hands down on the metal table, hoping no one noticed the slightly metallic clang his right hand made upon contact. "How many have you killed here?"

A sly grin spread across Barry's face and he licked his lips, "Only 14 since I arrived in this world."

Edward's face crumpled slightly.

"This guy's a nut job," Morgan said behind the glass.

"Obviously," Prentiss said and ran a hand through her hair. "I mean what other world? Ed seems pretty good at playing along, though it's clear this unsub is crazy."

TBC

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