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Chapter Two:
Reid tossed and turned as he slept. The stupid game. It wasn't fair. Couldn't she have confessed something else? Anything else? It just wasn't fair.
Giving up on sleep, Reid got out of bed. It was two a.m. He wondered what the rest of the team was doing. Was Will having sex with J.J? He tried to push that thought out of his head. Garcia seemed more eager than him to leave for some reason. So many odd things were happening.
Turning on a light in his study, he sat behind his chess set without bothering to put on pants over his shorts. It felt like he was at a crossroads in his life. Should he continue to sit across from a coworker who will never love him the way he deserved? Or move on? But to where? The possibilities were limitless, in an almost daunting way. Would he miss the BAU? What came next?
Reid's eyes lingered on the window as green flash went by. Curious, he approached his window and was suddenly blinded by a white light.
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The first thing Reid noticed was griminess underneath his bare feet. Then the cold. He realized his eyes were closed. When opened them, he didn't see much that made sense. Through the dim light his team was staring at each other in wide-eye confusion. J.J. and Rossi were also naked. Emily and Garcia were wearing nightgowns, while Simmons and Alvez had shirts and boxers on. Reid was trying to register everything, but it was a lot, even for his brain.
Simmons gave his shirt immediately to J.J., who quickly put it on. There were rapid footsteps. Five men dressed in black, with black ski masks, came rushing forward.
"Looks like we interrupted a pajama party, dibs on the hot blonde," one of them said.
Simmons took a protective step in front of her. The man punched him, so hard, he fell to ground. Alvez took a swing at him, but another guy stepped forward and smashed a fist into his chest.
Reid beckoned the rest of the team forward. They had better chances of outrunning them, even in their bare feet.
More men came rushing forward, some armed with knives and bats. A man with a massive gun stood back.
"Kill the men, take the women," he said.
Reid had been in harrowing situations before, including just recently, but none scared him like this. He raised his arms in defensive position. The rest of the team did the same.
Suddenly, the air filled with smoke. Someone had dropped smoke pellets.
"Ten against two, I like our odds Batgirl."
Two petite figures glided into the fray.
The men turned their attention away from the team. They lashed out blindly. Reid could barely see what was going on. There were lots of hitting and kicking. Projectiles were thrown. Everything was moving fast. He never put his arms down, as he wasn't convinced these two figures were their allies.
After almost five minutes, the smoke finally cleared. All the men were on the ground. The two figures were women, one in purple armored spandex, one in black armored spandex with a yellow bat outline on her chest. They were both wearing cowls. The woman in purple raised her gloved hand high, and the other woman slapped it.
"So, who the hell are you guys?" the woman in purple asked. "Aside from almost criminally underdressed for Gotham spring."
"Wait, are we in Gotham City?" Garcia asked as the woman in black gave Rossi her cape.
"What was your first clue, the smell or the bad guys?" the woman in purple asked.
Simmons and Alvez got up. The woman in black checked their eyes.
"Where did you come from?" she said in a quiet serious voice, compared to her associate.
"There was a flash of white light and we ended up here," Prentiss said.
"We should tell Oracle," the woman in black said. "This feels weird, even for Gotham."
"I agree," she said and touched her right ear. "Spoiler to Oracle. We have an odd situation down here in Crime Alley."
There was a puff of purple smoke. A woman dressed in fishnets and a tuxedo top appeared.
"Erwotkcocl eht ot."
In another of flash of smoke, they found themselves in what looked some sort of training gym, with massive windows.
A woman with red hair in a wheelchair appeared. Her smile was thin.
"Would you like for things to start making sense?"