A/N: I'm sorry about taking so long to update. And I'm sorry that this chapter is short. I kind of scribbled it down at like... what... three am a few days ago, and I could hardly read my own handwriting, so a lot of this was improvising. Heh. Anyways, review and I'll love you forever:) I'd say that would make a chapter come quicker, but truth be told, it wouldn't change my busy schedule, but rather just make me happy:)

Chapter Two

Elle Greenaway awoke to the feeling of sweat upon her face. It was rather peculiar, seeing as the room wasn't the least bit warm. In fact, one would even say that the room was bordering on cold. At least... she thought it was sweat. She looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings, and tried to piece together in her mind where she was. However, she just didn't recognize a thing, and couldn't remember what had happened the night before.

A few feet to her left, she noticed one thing that she did recognize – Derek Morgan, her co-worker – was lying on the floor, presumably sleeping. Slowly, she made her way over to where he was, and began to attempt to wake him up. Maybe he knew what was going on, and how they both got here.

It hadn't been an easy task, but Elle finally managed to bring Derek out of his state of slumber.

"What the..." Derek groaned, with a tinge of grogginess to his voice.

Elle waited a few moments, to allow her co-worker a chance to fully wake up before she decided to ask them where the hell they were. However, instead of being able to answer her question, he replied with a question of his own.

"Elle... what happened to you?"

She cocked an eyebrow. I just woke up and I don't have a clue where I am. What the hell happened to you? Elle thought to herself, but before she had the chance to speak the words out loud, Derek spoke up again.

"You've got blood smeared on your face," he stated, pointing at the sticky substance she thought had been sweat.

Shocked, but feeling a pang of disbelief, Elle swiped her hand across her forehead and took a look at it. Sure enough, the red substance on her hand told all – there had been blood on her face. The question was, was it hers? And how on earth did it get there?

Derek shifted his body so that he was sitting up, and noticed that there was something wedged inside of his shoe. Curious, he reached over to retrieve it, and noticed that it was a small white envelope, with the same bold, black letters that had been found on the ones discovered by Aaron and Spencer. Written, was "E-L-L-E."

"Mind explaining what the hell is going on here?" he questioned, waving the envelope with her name on it in the air.

Elle looked at the white envelope as her confused glare, just got more confused. "I just woke up with blood all over my face... I haven't got a sweet clue where I am, or how I got here. And you just pulled an envelope with my name on it out of your shoe! How about you tell me?"

Derek returned her confused look with one of his own. "I'm in the same boat as you," he replied, "and if you ask me... I think it's about time we found a paddle. I don't remember what happened last night... and I haven't got the slightest idea where I am."

This was getting them no where. Evidently, neither of them knew where they were, or how they got there. It seemed they were stuck in an ever so pleasant situation.

Deciding that maybe the answer to the questions they were looking for might be in the envelope with Elle's name on it, she decided to reach over and retrieved the small white object. Tearing it open, she noticed that there was a key enclosed along with a small cassette tape.

"What the hell is this?" she asked, taking both objects out of the envelope and eying them. Perhaps the answers were on the tape... however, they would need something to play it with.

The two of them decided that if someone left the tape, they must have left something to play it with as well. All they had to do was search the room around them to find it. As they searched, Derek noticed a door in the far corner of the room, and that it was unlocked. He peered out and saw a long hallway.

"Elle, I'm going to look down here okay?" he called back to her before entering the hallway.

Meanwhile, Elle stayed in the room, continuing her search for something to play the tape with when she saw something over in the corner on a shelf. A stereo – this would work. She popped the tape inside, and pushed the play button. Once more, the eerie voice of an unknown woman spilled through the speakers.

"Hello, Elle. I want to play a game. Would you allow one of your co-workers to die, one of your friends to die to save your own life? Would you be willing to take the life of someone you know to save yourself? Would you be able to kill Derek Morgan before he kills you? The choice is yours... but it's not that simple. The key that you possess opens a small box somewhere in this house. Inside the box will be an antidote to a very powerful poison, and a key that will open the doors and allow you to leave this building. A poison in which both Spencer Reid and Aaron Hotchner are infected with. Once they put their profiling tricks to good use, they'll realize I intrusted this antidote to you. Do you have the heart to tell them that you have what will save their lives... but knowing that you can only save one of them? Or will you just let them figure it out for themselves? I'd hurry up and decide, because your life is at stake. Derek has to kill you to survive this game. Will you let him?"