Me (staring at BAU team) (monotone voice throughout conversation): I had a dream about you all last night.
Prentiss: What happened.
Me: Morgan almost died.
Morgan: What?
Me: Yep. It was the Reaper. He cut you up pretty good. And a storm had shut down all of Quantico, so you were stuck at the office. You were bleeding all over the place. Quite a mess. And everyone was freaking out. You tired to call Garcia, but the storm had knocked out her communications.
(Team stares open mouthed)
Me: Then Hotch found someone who was a surgeon and she had to do surgery on you right there in the BAU. Of course, they couldn't knock you out.
Morgan: What was everyone else doing?
Me: JJ was trying to call for help, but the roads were closed. Rossi was helping Garcia, I think. He wasn't around much. Prentiss was holding your hand. And Reid was looking pathetically adorable.
Reid: Pathetically adorable?
Me: Pathetically adorable.
I don't own Criminal Minds (which is probably a good thing) or NCIS.
"A safe but sometimes chilly way of recalling the past is to force open a crammed drawer. If you are searching for anything in particular you don't find it, but something falls out at the back that is often more interesting." ~James Matthew Barrie
The room was filled with a light so bright it made Tony blind for a full minute. Once his eyes adjusted, he earnestly examined his surroundings, hoping for some way out. He was in a cage, and JJ was in one next to him. The place was impeccably clean, the walls, floor, and ceiling were spotlessly white. As was the stainless steel operating table and the many surgical instruments adorning the area.
"JJ," Tony whispered. "JJ, wake up."
JJ squinted and blinked as she sat up. "How long was I out?"
"A few hours, I think. The lights just turned on."
"Is he in here?"
"I don't think so."
JJ groaned as she stood up from the floor. "Concrete is not comfortable."
"No," Tony agreed with a light laugh.
"Do you see any way out of here?"
"No."
Dr. Phinkus certainly was strange. He sat ridged backed, sipping out of a tea cup that he had brought.
"He seems a little…" Rossi struggled to find the right word.
"Off his rocker?" Ziva suggested.
"That phrase actually refers to steam boats. There was a rocking beam that kept the boat going and every once in a while, the beam would stop horizontally and they would have to use a big lever to knock it into rocking motion again," Reid explained, walking up behind them. His fingers tapped out Morse code on his too quickly cooling coffee cup.
"Thanks for the information," Ziva said with a weird look on her face.
"He knows everything," Rossi explained.
"I don't know everything."
"Right."
"What's going on with Dr. Phinkus?" Reid changed the subject.
"McGee is interviewing him," Ziva pointed with her chin.
Indeed, McGee was leaning on the desk across from Phinkus and writing down everything.
"How long has he been in there?" Reid asked, noticing the nearly filled sheet of paper.
"McGee already came out an gave us the information on the Unsub, but wanted to keep going in case there was some little detail he missed."
Reid nodded with raised eyebrows as he sipped his coffee. His headache was going nowhere.
An unseen door creaked open and an unknown man came around the corner.
"Hello, my name is Dr. Robert Clark. I'm truly sorry I had to bring you here in that fashion, but I can't be too careful. So many people are out to steel my work."
"What is your work exactly?" Tony asked.
"Works of art."
Reid wandered back into the conference room, where Garcia was talking to Hotch, Ducky, and Gibbs.
"-identified the poor man as a Mr. Scott Dronsen. He was a reporter for a science fiction magazine called Trifathom. He went missing a month ago, but not much work was put into his missing person's file. He was about to be fired from his job, no family, no friends, not even a goldfish. I mean, he had no connections whatsoever. I did a little digging with one of his co-workers and found out that he was planning on doing a story on a guy who was trying to make angels. I got a partial name, Clark, and ran it against Bob which is what Fensen and Phinkus both said is what he went by. There are about fifty Robert Clarks in D.C., but I was able to narrow it down to five after knocking out all the people who weren't doctors and over fifty."
"And are any of them ornithologists?" Hotch asked.
"The one and only Robert William Clark, Jr." Garcia smiled happily up at her boss.
"Good job, Garcia. Send his address to my phone. Reid, you stay here in case McGee finds something else."
Gibbs and Hotch left the room, Prentiss, Morgan, and Ziva joining them as they went to the parking lot.
"Stuck with me again," Garcia smiled at Reid over her glasses.
"Could you answer a few questions for me?" Dr. Clark asked Tony and JJ.
"I would love to if you would let us out of these cages." Tony tapped on the bars for emphasis.
"I can't do that," Dr. Clark shook his head. "Otherwise you might runaway, like my last experiment.
Hey everyone. I'll get the chapters up faster now, I promise.
Who's excited for CM premier tomorrow? I AM! Oh, if you pause the promo at the right spot right after everyone shoots their guns at the airplane scene, I think I saw something terrifically horrible. Try it and see if you see what I saw…
The dream from the intro was real. It was pretty epic, but odd. Perhaps foreshadowing something in the upcoming season? Hahaha!
One more thing, if you have time, read my new one shot, "O Death". It's a crossover of CM and The Book Thief. If you haven't read The Book Thief, don't worry. It's got nothing really to do with it.
Reid and Review, my lovelies!
~MyDarkAngel710