Thanks! Max is Reid's wife. Another short chapter, but sometimes, my shorter chapters pack one hell of a wallop.

Chapter Eleven

Morris:

The plane leveled off. We were able to take our oxygen masks off. I pulled out a tablet. The rest of the team did the same.

A lightning bolt flashed across the sky. There was a thunderous BOOM! Then the plane began to make a rapid descent downwards.

Almost everyone started screaming, myself included, only Reid looked calm. I noticed the skies turn angry red with black clouds. I wondered if we were in Hell.

We crashed into the ground. The team looked shaken up.

"What the Hell?" Thompson said.

"My thoughts exactly," Esper muttered.

Remember my leadership role, I asked: "Is anyone hurt?"

"I think I have whiplash," Cole moaned.

Reid looked unperturbed.

"Reid," I said looking at her. "What is going on?"

"Like in the graphic novel in Thompson's office," she said.

"What novel?"

Reid stood up and opened, the overhead bin. She pulled out her purse.

"Morris, for you, a horn from the beast I killed in England."

She handed me a small bronzed horn on metal chain.

"What am I supposed to do with this!?" I shouted.

"With all due respect sir, this will go a lot quicker if you didn't ask questions."

I looked to Esper. He nodded. I begrudgingly put the chain with the horn around my neck.

"Cole, the of ring the demon's human form, from Thailand."

The she handed her a gold ring with rubies embedded all around it on a chain. Cole put it around her neck.

"Esper, the beads that hung from the monster in Nairobi."

Esper put the green beads braided in black string around his right wrist.

"Thompson, feathers from the being terrorizing the Shoshone nation."

Thompson put the blue string necklace of three small black feathers around his neck.

"What about you?" Cole asked.

"You'll see."

Cole began to undress.

"What are you doing!?" I shouted.

She took her blouse off, revealing a series of tattoos on her back and front. They were symbols, and images from around world.

"A south Asian tattoo artist in Vegas did these for me whenever I came home to visit. I gave her the design, she said a prayer over the ink, and created them."

She opened the lining of her purse and pulled some pieces of bronze chainmail. To my relief, she fastened them around the underwear areas.

"A metal working friend from England made these, from chainmail from Arthurian times."

Reid then walked to the door.

"The BAU of the past needs us," she said. "Fate has brought us together to face an unspeakable evil."

"I'm not feeling particularly confident," Thompson said. "We know nothing about these monsters! How are we supposed to fight them?"

"Do what you do best," she said, "profile."

"I assume guns won't work," Cole said. "Since this is a hell dimension."

The plane was suddenly rocked.

"That is correct," Reid said. "We need to start moving."

Everyone stood up. No one was feeling particularly confident, but there was a level of unmatched determination among my team. We had no idea what we were doing, but we were in this together.

The nose of the plane was ripped off. All but Reid started shouting. A massive troll with mud-brown skin and black armor appeared with a massive gold ax.

"Cursed One," it thundered. "We have been waiting for you!"

"Thanks for the shortcut out," she said breezily.

"Let me, keep introductions brief then," he raised the ax high, directed at her.

I don't what possessed me to leap in front of her, but I did, fully expecting to die.

The troll screamed. I looked up, and the ax flew out of his hands, and boomeranged across his neck. Reid and I were sprayed with troll blood.

"What did I just do?" I said numbly.

"Compassion is your greatest weapon," Reid said. "Kindness, hope, and faith are stronger than any gun. The BAU was sent to the Hell dimension because the amount of compassion they filled the universe with was wrecking their world."

I pulled off my suit coat and tie. The other men on the plane follow suit.

"Let's get moving," I said.

"Where?" Thompson asked.

"To wherever leads us to the BAU," I said. "I have faith."

Jumping off from where the troll sliced the plane, we ventured into Hell.