SHOUT OUT/ANSWERS

Sue1313: Well, they haven't quite opened up. We'll see.

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Belongs to Wes Craven, New Line Cinema, and CBS. References to Profiler, Profiled.

Everyone ran into the rooms, and was relieved to find everyone awake.

"Oh, thank God," Cp. Thompson sighed. Joey went to remove his oxygen mask, but the nurse stopped him by grabbing his wrist.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. I don't think so, Tiger," she chided

"Aw, Marcie, I'm fine," Joey complained.

"Humor me," Marcie insisted. Joey grumbled, but did as he was told. Cp. Thompson chuckled. Better than an order. Just use a pretty face, he thought to himself, remembering his officer's fondness for the fairer sex. Meanwhile, Nancy had climbed out of her bed to check on Kristen and Alice, who were sitting up and looking around in confusion.

"Are you two okay?" Nancy asked.

"Jacob? Where's Jacob?" Alice questioned. Almost immediately, they heard the younger man calling for her. "Jacob!" Alice cried, jumping out of bed and running towards the sound.

"Mom!" Jacob called, running through the halls. Mother and son embraced each other.

"I'm so sorry. I nearly got you killed. I'm so sorry, Jacob," Alice apologized, hugging him tightly.

"It's okay, Mom. I know you miss him," Jacob responded, returning the embrace.

"You were so brave. Your father would be so proud of you," Alice told him.

"I wasn't that brave," Jacob protested.

"You came up and warned me even though Krueger could've really hurt you," Alice answered. "That is one of the bravest things I've ever seen you do. If only your father could've seen it," she continued. Having heard the conversation, Dr. Reid and Prentiss looked at each other in confusion. What were they talking about? Meanwhile, Kincaid and Rick had hurried into Joey's room, who had since removed his oxygen mask, despite Marcie's protests.

"Kincaid. Good to see you up, man," Joey commented.

"Right back at ya, Joey," Kincaid stated.

"What about Kristen? Is she all right?" Joey queried.

"Yeah. Nancy's with her," Kincaid assured. Rick looked at him in confusion. "I just checked in on them," Kincaid continued.

"Good to know," Joey said. Then, looking past Kincaid and Rick, "Hey, guys." The two turned to see Nancy, Kristen, Alice, and Jacob.

"Hey, Joey. How are you feeling?" Kristen questioned.

"I'm all right. What about you guys?" Joey responded.

"A little shaken, but relatively okay," Nancy answered for them all.

"Good," Joey said.

"Whoa. Wait. I'm completely lost here," Derek stated. "How could every one of you be caught in different dreams and then just happen to wake up at the same time?" he continued.

"'Cuz I brought them in and nearly got them killed. It was my fault. I led them right to him. It was all my fault," Kristen said fearfully.

"No way, Little Sister. We knew the risks. And we'd do it again in a heartbeat," Kincaid disagreed.

"That's right. We're a team," Joey agreed. "Besides, you've saved my life ten times over. You think I could do any less?" he continued.

"Same goes for me, Little Sister," Kincaid stated. The other Dream Warriors voiced similar affirmations. The BAU looked at each other, and then stared at the other group.

"What's going on here?" Prentiss wondered.

"Yeah, uh…what exactly happened?" Morgan added.

"Krueger had us. We--we were nearly killed," Kristen answered.

"Who's Krueger?" Morgan demanded. Realizing her slip, Kristen paled.

"N--no one," she answered.

"Listen here, sister, three teens have already died. And I'm not sure why, but this town seems to be covering for the killer," Morgan accused. She slapped him.

"How dare you?" she hissed. "You don't know anything about us--any of us," she continued With that, she spun on her heel and stomped off.

"Jerk," Joey snapped. Then, he and the others followed her out.

"Wow. What was that about?" Prentiss wondered.

"Pffft. Got me," Morgan replied. Later that night, the team was back at their hotel. Derek was flipping through the channels when his cell phone rang.

"Go, Baby Girl," he said, pressing the mute button on the remote at the same time.

"Okay, so I did some digging on Springwood, Ohio and I found that in the sixties, there was a rush of kidnappings, molestations, and murders of the town's kids," Garcia reported.

"Dang," Derek breathed. "You find out who did it?" he questioned.

"Well, that was something I had to dig a little deeper to find out," Garcia stated.

"But you did if course," Morgan surmised.

"Was there ever any doubt?" Garcia queried.

"Never, Beautiful," Morgan replied. "So, what'd you find?" he continued.

"All these crimes were committed by a man named Fred Krueger," Garcia answered.

"Kr--Krueger?" Morgan repeated.

"What? You know the name?" Garcia asked in confusion.

"I--heard someone in town say it," Morgan replied. "So you think this Krueger guy is makin' a comeback?" he queried.

"Not unless he's come back from dead," Garcia stated.

"W--wait a minute. He's dead?" Morgan echoed.

"Yeah. According to what I've found, the parents of the kids trapped one Fred Krueger in a boiler room that he used to take his victims, doused it with gasoline, and then lit it up," Garcia informed.

"So, he's dead, huh?" Morgan asked.

"As a doorknob," Garcia confirmed.

"Huh," Morgan mused. Then, "Thanks, Baby Girl."

"No, prob," Garcia answered. They hung up as the others came into the room.

"What's going on?" Dr. Reid asked. Morgan told them what Garcia had found.

"So, wait. The guy we're looking for is dead?" Prentiss queried.

"How is that possible?" JJ wondered.

"A copycat perhaps?" Dr. Reid surmised.

"That's the only logical explanation," Rossi agreed.

"Nothing else would be logical," Prentiss commented. then, Morgan yawned.

"Man, I don't know why I'm so beat," he said.

"Why don't you get some rest? It's been a long day," their commander stated.

"Good idea. I could use a little more sleep myself," Prentiss agreed. With that, they all went to bed. Morgan looked around. He was in that boiler room again. Why? SCREE! Morgan jumped and whirled around. However, the only thing he saw was steam coming out of a pipe. SCREE!

"Where are you?" Morgan demanded, taking out his gun.

"That won't help you," someone told him in a sing-song voice. Morgan whirled around. Laughter filled the air. The officer turned around again, trying to figure out where the person was. A mist filled the air.

"What the--" Derek wondered. When the mist cleared, the agent found that the surroundings had changed to a cabin. Derek's throat muscles constricted. No, he thought.

"Derek?" a voice called. The agent squared his shoulders. There was no way he was gonna give in to this. The ordeal with Carl Buford was over with. He had gotten past it.

"Derek?" Carl Buford called again. No. This isn't happening, he thought to himself.

"Derek?" asked a third time, finally stepping into view. The agent cocked his gun and pulled the trigger. Buford disappeared and the laughter started up again. Without warning, he felt something sharp sink into his back. He screamed.