UnSub POV

They think I will take the bait. They think I am dumb-like themselves. They have played right into my game. But they do not know, in chess, the person who makes the second to last mistake wins.

UnSub POV

Kayla and Reid sat in their adjoining seats clad in their sweaters, cardigans, and parkas and waited for Mikhail. After 5 minutes of listening to train announcements in Russian, Kayla sighed. "This is boring. Shall we play a game?" Reid looked confused. "Kayla pulled a notebook and said, "X and O?" Reid raised his eyebrows and said, "You'll lose. Also, don't forget the speakers-your defeat will be broadcast to both our teams and Nikolai and his officers." Kayla grinned. "We'll see about that."

X/ Team Kayla- wins=3 draws=7 loss=3

O/Team Spencer- wins=3 draws=7 loss=3

"See? I told you. I can defeat you." Kayla said and then tapped her earpiece.

"Stop fooling around, both of you! You are supposed to be on a case! Anyways, Mikhail just entered the train. He'll enter your car in a few seconds. Be ready. Also, Kayla, Great work defeating Reid." Jack said through the earpiece. "So, Reid, talk about something in a not-genius kind of manner." Kayla told him. Reid widened his eyes as he saw their car door opening. He quickly said, "So, Hon, where do you want to go on the honeymoon?" Kayla raised her eyebrows, but then saw Mikhail coming towards them and replied, "I don't know. But I do have a list in mind. Italy. Greece. Aruba. Istanbul. You choose." Reid heard everyone laughing very hard in his earpiece, especially Morgan and JJ. Emily knew what it was like to pretend to love someone for a case. Mikhail acknowledged them and took the seat opposite theirs. "Привет!"Reid said in a very over exaggerated typical soviet-era Russian movie accent. "My name iz Spencer Reid, and zis iz my fiancée Kayla."

Translation: Hi!

Mikhail looked amused listening to the accent. "I take it you're not Russian?"Kayla grinned. "Yeah. We're from America." Kayla waited for a response, but Mikhail was buried in his own thoughts. Reid tried to strike up a conversation, but Mikhail shut him down. Finally, Kayla put on her earphones and told Reid, "I think I'll settle for a nap. We're gonna be here for three whole hours. Wake me up when we reach there." And with that, Kayla slept.

Reid's cell beeped.

You have one new message.

Emily: Did she really sleep?

Reid checked her pulse rate without drawing attention to see if it was relaxed enough that she would be sleeping. It was not.

You: No. She's just acting.

Finally, Mikhail struck up a conversation.

Mikhail: So, what are you and your...fiancée doing in Russia?

Reid: Kayla's grandmother lives in Russia. We're here for her blessings for the big day.

Mikhail: Her grandmother?

Reid: Yeah... her grandfather left the country years ago to escape communism.

Mikhail eyed Kayla and then said, "I see."

Kayla woke up from her false sleep after hearing Reid and Mikhail's conversation. Mikhail seemed to be eager to talk to her now. "I see, you are of Russian descent?" Kayla nodded. Then the man with the food tray came in. "Sirs, Madam, what would like?" he asked. Mikhail shook his head. "Nothing for me. But do show your hospitality to these young Americans, though." With that, Mikhail got up and walked towards the men's' room. Reid hummed Beethoven's fifth symphony. Kayla fidgeted with her hair.

Standby teams POV

Everyone held their breath when Mikhail went to the bathroom as the food trolley came. Something had to happen now; otherwise they would be back to square one. They would be, but fortunately and at the same time unfortunately, they heard Kayla shrieking, "AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

"Emily, Jack, We are on standby on your orders. Tell us what to do." Matt said in a professional tone.

"Go on the train. Hurry, crowd," gathering all the Russian officers, "We go in, now HURRY!" Emily yelled

The train stopped and the teams positioned them around the car. A voice came in through a speaker from inside the train.

"So, the FBI's wonder children, BAU and IRT, have failed. It has failed before me! Now, were you trying to bait me by sending in these two agents? I'm afraid I am not so stupid to fall in one of your traps. You see, in chess, the person who makes the second to last mistake always wins. Now, shall we play a game?"