"In the past 4 years, 7 families have been murdered." Agent Parker started to explain. "On the surface –aside from the fact that they were all foster families- they had nothing in common."

"So why is this our problem?" Morgan snipped, still pissy about the whole 'new liaison' situation.

"Because," Briana started to explain again, but not before sending Derek a serious don't- mess- with- me look, "A little digging turned up the fact that at one point or another, each of the families cared for one of these two." She clicked on her portable mouse and four pictures came up. They were in couples, obviously file photos from young age to current age. Two of a boy- probably seven in the young picture, 19 in the current one- and two of a girl- fourteen and twenty-six.
"They're biological siblings. They have three other siblings. One older sister and two older brothers. The sister spent about a year in the system before she turned eighteen, the brothers were never in. They're parents apparently abandoned them one night. Child services decided after a few months that the brothers weren't fit to properly take care of the three, so they took over. None have been in contact sense. The first four families murdered were that of the youngest- Richie Teller. The last three were of his older sister- Maggie Teller. The last murders took place in Orlando and, going by the pattern, the killer is headed to Maine next. The police and family have already been informed."

"Wheels up in thirty." Was all that was said before everyone filed out of the room.

Spencer stifled a laugh as he and the three other males on the the team stood in the elevator and watched as Emily tried to force Briana on.

"You'll-be-fine!" The raven haired woman yelled through clenched teeth as she pulled the reluctant red-head across the lobby.

"No I won't!" Briana yelled back as she fought against the iron grasp that the other agent had on her wrists.

"Spencer!" He heard Emily call. "How many people die on elevators?"

"Uh... there are about six elevator related deaths a year, but people just plain dying-"

"That's fine, thanks!" She replied before turning her attention back to Bri.

"See? Six!"

"And there are six of us!" Briana countered in legitimate fear.

Spencer felt bad for the woman. She was entirely phobic of elevators. But she had to get over it eventually. Everyone had to face their fears. He did. Granted, it was in a life or death situation, but the point is he is no longer afraid of the dark.

"Damnit, Emily, NO!"

Spencer laughed slightly, along with Rossi. Morgan was still pouting and Hotch was in business mode- though Spencer could almost swear he saw the hints of a smile- as they all waited for the two women to get on the elevator.

Everything got silent, however, when a strange man in full Marine uniform stood directly behind Briana, his eyes creepily wide and focused on her.

Spencer watched as Briana's face- once tight with anger and reluctance- fell completely and took over a look of sheer horror. She slowly turned her head, Emily still holding her wrists, and looked the man dead in the eyes.

A scary smile spread across his face.

"Fuwend." He said in a deep voice.

Quickly, Emily and Bri had switched places, Bri now dragging a very confused Emily to the elevator.

"Fuwend!" The Marine called again as he followed the girls in a very Frankenstein manner.

The second the girls got on the lift, Briana was slamming the 'Door Close' button like her life depended on it.

"Fuw-OW!" The...odd man yelped as he ran into the closed doors.

"Who was that?" Rossi asked as the elevator started moving.

"Tyler Gran," Briana breathed out form her spot in the back corner, "High school friend. Strange but funny."

Everyone- including Morgan- watched with concern as Briana continued to take deep, shaky breaths and slide down to the floor.

"Parker?" Hotch asked as he moved closer to the now hyper-ventilating woman. Everyone unknowingly stalked closer and closer to her.

She could feel the walls closing in around her. These were no longer her friends, but slabs of metal inching closer and closer. Surrounding her. Suffocating her. She was trapped. Trapped in a metal box hanging stories above the ground. Just dangling. Nothing but a few cables. That's all that held her life right now. A few cables and a metal box with walls trying to crush her.

"Briana?" One of the walls asked.

Oh dear God, when the walls get so close!

"Go away!" She heard herself screech. In a split second she was no longer in a tiny, dark metal box, but a normal elevator, the walls having turned back into her co-workers. All of which were looking at her with confusion and pity in their eyes.

She was snapped out of her thoughts when the elevator jerked slightly and she screamed once again.

"Let me out!" She yelled as she ran to the closed doors. She began pounding on them with her fists in a futile attempt to break them open.

"Let me out! Let me out! Let. Me. OUT!"

Morgan walked over to the control panel and pressed the open button.

"I'm going to walk her up the stairs." He told Hotch, you nodded curtly.

The doors opened upon arriving at the nest floor and Morgan gently ushered the shaking and crying woman out of the elevator. He nodded to his co-works and, when the doors closed again, he sat himself and Parker on the floor.

For what felt like an eternity, they sat there. Briana trying to soothe herself and Morgan at a complete lose of what to do.

He wanted to help her. Form the moment she introduced herself to the team, he saw her as an evil, an enemy. It wasn't until her breakdown that he saw her as an actual person. And that was terrifying.

Never before had he seen someone in such a state. He was pretty sure the only person in the elevator who had was Reid. He was the one that kept telling everyone to back up, give the woman some space, but no one listened. They should have, they all knew about his mother, so of course he would know how handle Parker's break down. But they didn't listen, and they just made it worse.

Derek took another look at the woman sitting beside him. She had stop shaking and her tears were nothing but stains on her still-red cheeks. She sniffled one last time, stood up, and whispered a deathly quiet 'thank you' before walking of to the stairwell.

A/N: I wanted to develop Morgan a little more in this chapter, so I did. Next chapter will be plenty of Spencer/Bri, trust me. Except for the beginning, that'll still Morgan/Bri friendship. New chapter of Chess in Vegas is up. It's pretty half-assed, I'm not gonna lie. The next one should be better.