88 Reviews! I have to say, WOW! I think it's safe to assume that I got more reviews last chapter than I did for any other chapter in this story! Thanks, everyone! Thank you, thank you, thank you...

And yes, the dentist confirmed that my wisdom teeth are coming in, so hopefully I'll be going in sometime this week to do battle avec les dents, or with the teeth. Also, I'm done with my Citizen Responder Class (Or CPR Class); we got done earlier than expected, but that means more recovery time from the anesthesia... I might just relax during those days and watch CM reruns or something... :D

And, in case you're wondering, the events of last chapter took place early in the morning (Like around 7-9 AM), which means that all this (the events of the next two chapters) is happening around noon. Just a little timeline for those of you keeping track.

Finally, I don't own Criminal Minds; I just have a tee shirt and Season 5 on DVD. Also, I'm a college student with only about $25 to her name, and part of that is in change, so please don't sue me.

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The pen is mightier than the sword. ~Benjamin Franklin

Hotchner and the rest of the team, as well as members of the Orlando PD, arrived by chopper from the Orlando Police Station on a Coast Guard cutter rush just off the coast of Miami. Wordlessly, Hotch handed the captain, Marcus Wellsey, pictures of James Riley, Jon Riley, and Reid.

"I trust you've been briefed on the situation?" Hotch asked.

Wellsey, a solidly-built older man with a balding hairline and a caterpillar-like mustache, nodded. "Although I've never spoken to James, I've seen his license. I know exactly where they are, too; I passed by their ship Monday night, and all seemed quiet. Usually I'd check if there was some sort of disturbance, but everything seemed peaceful."

"He had a Federal Agent in his hold!" Morgan growled. "And possibly a civilian. He's delusional and is never going to stop killing, no matter what he tells you or what you promise him."

"Well, now that I know that, I can understand why he never spoke to me in person." Wellsey turned to two men over by the helicopters "I want you to take these agents to J. Riley's location. Time is of the importance. Take the choppers and the speedboats; we'll follow along behind you. This is the FBI's jurisdiction, so Agents Hotchner and Rossi are in charge. Are we clear?"

"Yes, Sir." Immedately, voices started shouting orders and men and women streamed from everywhere to begin loading the speedboats and check the helicopters on deck. Wellsey escorted them to the boat deck and helicopter pad.

"Dave, you and Prentiss take a speedboat in," Hotch ordered. "Morgan, you're with me in the chopper."

"Thank you," Rossi said to Wellsey.

"You can thank me when your Agent's found." Wellsey replied.

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Reid stepped out into the sunshine, blinking as he did so. As soon as he and Johnny had been pulled from their prison, their hands had been bound before they'd been led up to the deck. Neither of them struggled; they would need their strength for the plan they had concocted. Especially Reid; the bandages Johnny had applied to his torso would stop the bleeding, but Reid was willing to assume that once they got wet, it would only be a matter of time before the cuts got infected, or worse.

Win or lose, Reid knew that Hook would never keep his deal; the profile proved and cemented that fact over and over again. So, as of last night, the two of them had decided to run. Both of them would jump from the ship into the ocean and swim, hopefully reaching another boat or land before Hook caught up to them.

Hook stood at the center of the deck a sword already in hand. He was watching the two younger men as they were led onto the deck of the ship. Johnny and Spencer stared back, the latter of the two not looking away from the man before them. His face was unreadable, and he wore the same clothing that he'd worn the first time Reid had met him.

Reid didn't say anything as someone released him from his bindings and pushed him toward Hook; there really wasn't anything to say. Someone else roughly grabbed his hand and forced the hilt of a sword into its grasp. He kept staring straight ahead, facing his delusional captor with an air of defiance, the borrowed sword tightly clenched.

Hook smiled, the sword glinting in the sun. "Are you ready, Boy?" he asked.

Reid raised the sword in front of his face, gazing at its beauty and strength. It was a simple rapier with a thin blade and an undecorated hilt. The blade was untarnished and bright. Relucantly, he tore his eyes away from the weapon to face his enemy. He was ready. Win, or lose, live, or die, he was ready.

Reid looked at Johnny, who nodded. On either side of the younger man were two hardened criminals, both of them watching Reid, but paying no attention to the man between them. Reid saw Johnny shift between the two men and begin rubbing his bound wrists on the 'pirate's' unsheathed dagger, hanging from the man's belt.

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"There it is!" the pilot called, pointing outside the helicopter.

Morgan followed the man's finger to the wooden vessel sitting anchored in the water. There was a gathering of men on the wooden deck, surrounding two men with swords. Morgan recognized one of them and clenched his hands into fists.

"Can't we go closer?" he growled.

"That's a negative, Agent Morgan." The pilot replied. "Not unless Agent Hotchner in the other chopper says otherwise.

Morgan fought the urge to leap from the helicopter, turning instead to watch as the UnSub they had been chasing lunge toward his best friend.

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Hook started the fight moving forward as if to stab the younger man. Spencer deflected, pushing the invading blade off to the side. As soon as he had done that, the young profiler moved forward, making slashing motions toward his captor.

Hook stepped backwards, defending himself from Reid's blows. Reid looked up in time to see the other man's blade come from above, his own sword making contact just inches from his shoulder.

Neither of them moved for a moment.

Then, Hook moved his blade downward. You're good," he admitted. Reid stared at him, thoughts racing.

"But I will still beat you!"

Reid moved to defend himself again, parrying the blow just before it could reach his neck. Now it was his turn to move backwards as Hook tried to get through an opening.

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"Shouldn't we go in?" Emily asked as their speedboat quietly crept the last few feet of distance between itself and the wooden vessel in front of them.

Beside her, Rossi shook his head, despite the fact that it went against every fiber of his being; one of his agents was on that ship, fighting for his life at that very moment. He didn't even have to listen for the sounds of steel meeting steel as the two of them fought; the sun was blazing high in the heart of the sky.

"If James Riley sticks to the profile, he is under the delusion that Reid is Peter Pan. If we storm the deck now, guns blazing and everything, Reid may become distracted enough for James to…" He trailed off, not wanting to think of what would happen if that became a reality.

"But James never had someone storm his ship before!" Emily reasoned.

"True," Rossi admitted. "But you're forgetting the crocodile that ate Hook's hand."

"But… Peter kicked Hook into the crocodile's mouth at the end. I don't know what you're thinking, Rossi, but I don't see any ticking crocodiles here."

"Crocodiles, no." Rossi admitted. "But if we consider the profile again, we'll remember that Riley thinks Reid is Peter Pan. Which means Reid will provide his own ticking. Wasn't that how Peter achieved access to the ship in the first place?"

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To die will be an awfully big adventure. ~James M. Barrie

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A/N: Nobody's gonna die! Honest! Don't kill me... And don't send Bart after me, either! Please! Even though Bart would be a fun person to talk to...

First... Who saw 'Corazon?' Did ya like it? I thought it was... Not gonna lie... AWESOME! Especially that performance by Matthew; I was BLOWN AWAY! ...I mean, he's always been an amazingly wicked brilliant actor, but he was AMAZINGLY WICKED BRILLIANT in that episode! :D

And a big THANK YOU! to my reviewers: Noel Ardnek, MKatM, danicalif80, SSAFunbar, LionInAComa, PinkHimeLacus, lolyncut, RIPCURL. aus, 68luvcarter, SayidRocks, zannabanana, ZuZu-Chan, The-Vampire-Act, cookiemonster328, Cause. A. Scene and Integer

MKatM: I'm glad to see you came back (And I hope you enjoyed Corazon; I know I did!)
RIPCURL. aus: Don't worry, they'll be there, and Reid... He's got some surprises up his sleeves. After all, he is a magician! And a genius!
Integer: I'm glad you liked the description of the picture, and you are correct, the pen is mightier than the sword, as you will see by the end of this fic.

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