AN: I know it's a crappy title, if you have any ideas to another plz
I'm still kinda nervous about this story
Disclaimer:
I don't own any of the characters displayed below, they are all the property of CBS, expect some of the minor characters
-:-:-:Chapter 2:-:-:-
Morgan had a good day so far. That's the reason he was pretty calm when he pressed the emergency button. The others in the car looked around somewhat confused. He motioned to the young blonde in the strange clothing to keep pressing the button. Then he made his way towards the doors. He turned to the older goatee guy "you think we can push'em open" he asked referring to the doors. The other man nodded somewhat doubtful. They could actually push the doors aside. But it turned out that on the other side there were only brick wall. In the meantime the less muscular passengers had gathered around the control panel and where pressing the service button. After a second the speaker crackled "hey, my name is Joshua Micaels. First and for all The Summerset Hotel deeply regret this in conviniense and technicians are on their as we speak. Second everyone is okay, right?" Morgan answered the invincible man "yeah, we're alright. Can you tell us what the matter is?"
"No, Im not a technician. I have no earthly idea what's wrong. I get back to you as soon as I got any news." He hung up. Which let trapped to just stare into the ceiling. Not even Emily and Dave had any conversation.
Dave was an experienced negotiator and FBI agent. He was used to observing people, determine who was going to be a threat and who were going to be helpful. Now standing so close with a group of strangers and with nothing to do, he couldn't turn that skill off.
First, the blonde woman with the weird clothes. She was obviously on her way somewhere, possibly a date. Her shoelaces weren't tied, Rossi couldn't determine whether it was a part of her wardrobe, or if she really just forgot to tie them. He had no idea as to what she did for a living, but you could see that she weren't used to be so close to a bunch of strangers. The dead silence that was in the car also seemed to be getting on her nerves.
The other blonde was apparently coming directly from the office. She was wearing a white shirt and a black pair of pants. Her hair was hanging loose around her face. Although she was young she seemed sad. She was clutching her bag like it was a life jacket. She was relatively calm though, but to say that she didn't appeared worried would be an outright lie.
The black guy who had taken the initiative was in more then excellent physical shape, something that wasn't hidden by his t-shirt. He had also taken initiative and he had an authoritative aura. If Dave had to guess he would say law enforcement or military.
The other black-haired man had been the calmest during the whole thing; in fact he had hardly displayed any emotions at all. He was wearing a dark suit and had an expensive looking briefcase. He defiantly were something office-y, lawyer?
The youngest brown haired passenger puzzled Dave. He was relatively calm, the most prominent feature on his face was annoyance, and he clearly had somewhere important to be tonight. But what it was impossible to predict, with the tuxedo he could be anything from a groom on his way to the alter to a wealthy loner who saw sunlight for the first time in six years. The tux wasn't cheap though.
Rossi's thoughts were interrupted by the speaker. Josh Michaels voice filled the car "hey guys. I'm sorry to say it but I have bad news. The tech-guys says that it's gonna take them some time to get you down. It'll probably be best if you cancel any appointments within the next three hours or so" loud groins of frustration filled the elevator "yeah, I know. I'll get back to you as soon as I get anything solid" he hung up and everyone in the elevator started digging their pockets for their phones. Spencer damned himself for being so stupid to forget his phone.
"Uhm, excuse me?" Dave turned around to find the young tuxedo-guy approaching him. "Uhm, my name is Spencer Reid. I have forgotten my cell at my room and I need to calls some people, cancel some appointments and such, can I borrow yours, Mr.?"
"Rossi. David Rossi, but Dave is fine" he said and handed the young man his phone. Spencer Reid stepped back a little (although there weren't really space) and started dialing a number. "Hey, this is Spencer Reid. I need to speak to Jordan Todd. Yeas I know she's busy. No it cannot wait. Yeas I'll hang on. "A second passed and Spencer started talking again "yeah, Jordan it's me. I'm afraid I can't be there to night, ye—ye—Jordan I'm trapped in an elevator at my hotel, there really nothing I can do. I couldn't have predicted this. Hey listen Jordan, it's not my cell. I borrowed it from some other I guy and I promised it wouldn't take long." Reid hung up. Rossi looked at the young man. "You know you could have talked as long time as necessary, right?" Dave asked. Reid nodded "yeah, I just needed a reason for hanging up, I need to make a call to my sister, and can I give her your number? She might want to contact me later" Rossi was a little confused "sure, its 20838741" Spencer dialed another number "hey Alice, its Spencer. When you wake up DON'T call my phone. I'm stuck in an elevator at my hotel and I forgot my cell at the suite. I'm currently borrowing another passengers phone, the number is 20838741. I'm probably not gonna make it to that TV-thing tonight. I know you wanted to watch it later but there's nothing I can do. See you later." Spencer hung up and handed the phone back to Rossi.
"Are you Jennifer Jareau?" JJ turned around to stand face-to-face with the other blonde. JJ's just gotten off the phone with Annie, her babysitter who had agreed to stay with Henry for as long as possible. JJ nodded. How the hell did that woman know her name? "I'm Penelope Garcia, I just got off the phone with a guy I had a date with and he said that you're a friend of his sister, her name is Carol Lynch."
"Caro, sure I know her. We went to school together. So Kevin's got a date, huh?" before the two women could gossip any further, the bald man interrupted "you girls wanna hear something really freakish? I was on my way to interview Carol Lynch right when all this happened" Rossi asked "interview?" if this guy was a journalist, Dave would have guessed something wrong. That thought nearly scared him. "Yeah, I'm a detective and we're investigating a murder that happened the other night. " Rossi smiled smugly, he had gotten it right after all. "My name is Derek Morgan by the way" he turned to Dave "and aren't you David Rossi, the FBI negotiator?"
"Yes, this is Emily Prentiss my colleague. We've just had a pretty rough case outside of town" there was a short span of silence.
Penelope then declared "I got a job offer from the FBI once" now all eyes in the elevator turned to rest at her. She was like one of the least likely candidates for being an agent with the bureau. Penelope looked around and burst into laughter "not as an agent silly heads. Technical analyst." She chuckled "Agent Garcia, please" Morgan chuckled as well "I don't now baby girl, it's not half bad. But why did you turn it down?" Garcia shrugged "I don't know, I was in a kind of bad place then. To be honest I couldn't imagine having an 8-17 job. I still can't."
"Then what kind of job do you have?" Morgan inquired. With a somewhat self-righteous attitude Garcia answered "Webmaster-slash-programmer. I specialize in creating intranet-based database solutions for private firms" the stern-looking man who hadn't really engaged in any conversation suddenly interrupted. "Do you have a project at the moment?" Penelope looked taken aback "no, not right know. Why?" the man shook her hand. "My names Aeron Hotchner and my law firm are actually looking for such a database, we've talked to some people and we are apparently asking a lot. But if you're good enough for the FBI…" he handed her his business card "call me once we get out of her if you're interested" Garcia studied the card and read a lout "Aeron Hotchner. Cook, Gibson & Gubler. You're one fancy lawyer, huh?" Hotchner shrugged in return "Nah, but my wife Hayley thinks that I should find another job and I'm starting to agree with her." Garcia asked Jenifer. "Well, Jenifer what kin-"but was interrupted before she could continue "JJ, please" Garcia started over "well, JJ what do you do for a living?" JJ blushed a little, now being the center of attention. "I'm a media consultant for a local sports equipment firm." Then everybody looked around, because what do you really say to that kind of thing? To break tension Penelope turned to the young guy in the corner, 'or cute tuxedo boy' as she herself had named him. "What's your name?" now it was Spencer's turn to blush. "Spencer Reid". Garcia continued "and job do you have Spencer Reid?" he sighed "poker"
"Poker?" he nodded "you play poker for a living?"
"Yeah, I was actually on my way to some charity tournament thing"
"Oh my god, that's so cool, so don't you have some sort of cool nickname?" before Spencer could continue Josh Michaels voice filled the elevator "I'm sad to day I have bad news guys. The technicians say that realistically speaking it could take as much as 10 hours to get you down"
AN: thanks for reading. I know that I don't write that good but- thanks anyway