Author's Note: Sorry it has taken me so long to post another chapter for this! It was life, school, the Harry Potter FanFiction Challenge Forum, all the usual stuff. Thanks for your patience and I hope you enjoy :)

Chapter 9

Penelope Garcia was not a field agent. She stayed in her little den of technological wonder and she liked it that way. So it came as quite a shock when Agent Hotchner had requested her immediate presence in Salem. She had barely had time to pack her brightly coloured wardrobe into a brightly coloured suitcase, before a black car drove up and took her to the airport. She spent the entire flight attempting to call her team members to ascertain what was going on, but Hotch wouldn't pick up and Morgan only said, "for the 7th time, Penelope, I have no idea what's happening!" so she gave up in the end. The plane touched down on the tarmac and she was shepherded off to a warehouse, the warehouse where Amber had been killed. "So this," Garcia thought, "is the Salem Institute." Reid was waiting outside to meet her.

"What in the world is going on?" Garcia said by way of greeting.

"I haven't got a clue." Reid replied. "Hotch just said it was urgent. He was waiting until you got here to actually give out details."

"Well I'm here now, so let's get this show on the road!" smiled Garcia. "How do we get in?"

Reid showed her how the access card opened up the wall.

"Have you seen anything like it before?" he asked. "We wondered what kind of technology it used."

"No, I've never seen anything like it." Garcia said in wonder. "It's like the wall just disappeared!"

The two walked down the stairs and through the corridors until they came to the cultural studies room. All the other members were assembled there, apart from Hotch and Rossi. No one was talking. Garcia glanced around her. It seemed like a normal school. On the surface at least.

Before long, Hotch walked into the room. He was followed by a rather shaken looking Rossi and a woman who Garcia didn't know but everyone else recognized as Indira Inkpen. Hotch, for once in his life didn't seem to know what to say.

"We're gathered here because we have, um, had an interesting piece of information come to light."

He looked at Indira, who gave him an encouraging nod.

"It appears that The Salem Institute is actually a school for witches and wizards. They're magic."

JJ and Prentiss gave each other a look and Morgan just laughed.

"Come on, man!" he said. "Quit joking. What's this really about?"

"I only wish he was joking." Rossi said with a frown.

Indira, sensing it was time to take over, stepped forward. Taking a deep breath, she began to speak.

"It may surprise you to know that within your own world exists another. A world where magic is very real, indeed it is the most important factor. Witches and wizards have been around for centuries and centuries, living in secrecy. The Institute has been one of America's most prodigious magical schools for a lot of that time. Muggles (the name given to those not part of the magical community) are not supposed to know about us. We're taking a great risk telling you. However, we have reason to believe that the magical community may be somehow involved in Miss Kersley's death. This seems to be the best option for the time being."

Minerva, Rolanda and Poppy entered the room. Minerva didn't seem to be happy about the arrangements, but she was coping. All three witches had come to back up the American headmistress, as they would be amazed if the BAU didn't question what they had just been told. This was verified when Morgan had finished shaking his head.

"What? You actually believe that what this woman is saying is true? It's insane! They're insane."

"Of course, we didn't expect you to just swallow it." Indira said gently. "Minerva, would you mind?"

"Can't I do it?" Rolanda asked.

"You've done enough." Minerva said with a sigh.

Taking her wand from her robes, she raised it and jabbed at one of the desks. Orange flames burst forth, incasing the table. Minerva sliced through the air and the flames disappeared, leaving the desk perfectly intact. Morgan, who had been desperately searching for a fire extinguisher, sat down quickly, visibly stunned.

"So that's all cleared up." Indira said with a slight smirk. "If some of you would like to come with me, I'll take you to the library. There we can get you some magical history books which will hopefully help you understand."

Reid literally jumped up. He was already a fan of libraries and was not going to miss out on seeing a magical one. Prentiss and JJ followed suit, looking slightly less enthusiastic; the whole magic thing was still a bit of a shock. As they left, Hotch turned to Garcia.

"You're here because we still may need to check up on, um, Muggle, activities." he explained. "Due to the highly secret nature of this case, we judged it would be best for you to join us."

"Good thought." Garcia nodded. "I can't imagine what we'd have to say to Strauss!"

"Yes, well, unfortunately I still have to write up a case report." Hotch said. "It's going to be interesting to see how I can get around it."

"Fun times being unit chief!" Garcia smiled. "Where can I set up?"

"You have to do it in here." Poppy explained. "As a rule, Muggle technology doesn't work in magical schools. The Muggle Studies room is the only classroom equipped to handle it. And according to Lucy Whithers, the Muggle Studies teacher, if you want to, um, get on the line then you have to be in the blue circle."

She turned to Hotch.

"Sir, I was wondering if I could examine the body. I have had magical medical training and I could be able to clarify somethings for you."

"Of course." Hotch replied. "That would be very helpful, Miss-"

"Pomfrey. Poppy Pomfrey."

"Miss Pomfrey. Agent Morgan will accompany you."

Poppy looked at the agent, gave him a smile and said with a purr, "excellent."

Morgan sighed and shook his head, but was smiling.

"Come on then. Let's go."

As they left, Garcia was beginning to unpack her things, not made easy by the assistance of Rolanda Hooch who had decided to help out.

"What's this?" Rolanda asked, picking something up.

"It's a headset." Garcia said. "I use it to talk to my team, but it also means I can have both my hands free."

"Why does it not have a tail, when all these other things do?" Rolanda said.

"It's called a chord." Garcia explained. "And my headset is wireless, so it doesn't need one."

"What's this?"

"It's a portable hard drive. It stores all the files and programs I might need."

Rolanda looked at the hard drive in awe.

"All those things? In this tiny box?" she squeaked. "And what's this?"

"That's a keyboard."

"Oh of course." Rolanda said, knowledgeably. "We have those in the Muggles Studies room back home."

She reached out a finger and pressed one of the keys, before backing off as if it might explode.

"Look at that!" she exclaimed, pointing to the screen. "Look at that, Minerva. I just press one of those buttons things and the letter just appears! Just like that!"

"She's adorable." Garcia said. "Can I keep her?"

"If you promise to feed her and let her out." Minerva smiled. "And she needs a lot of exercise, trust me."

"Look, Minerva! It can write my name!"

"That's nice, dear." Minerva said. "Agent Hotchner, if you'd like we could go and find my brother. He is the deputy head here and could help you with interviewing the necessary students."