Reid was floating.

The last thing he remembered was being in pain. Like, horrible, bright, aching, burning, spinning pain.

And then a flash.

Spencer wasn't exactly sure what had ended the pain. But he was pretty sure that that flash had had something to do with it.

He would have to ask someone when he woke up.

Oh! He was asleep! Or unconscious. It didn't really matter though. He need to get up, he had things to tell the team. He needed to help them catch the killer.

Because Spencer knew who it was now.

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JJ was worrying herself to death. She hadn't actually accomplished much since they'd been here. Unless you count fainting and crying. She'd done a quite a bit of both since they'd gotten here.

It wasn't that she wasn't capable of doing anything, and it wasn't that she blamed herself for not being able to do it. No, that was the fault of the circumstances and she knew it. Seriously, how many people can actually function when the people around them are either claiming that magic is real, or about to have an emotional breakdown. It really wasn't very fair.

She was tired of worrying though, and something told her that she would end up having a lot more to worry about before this case was through with.

Five minutes later, Reid woke up. After getting him checked out, the pair hurried to the police department. Apparently Spencer was going to clear a few things up.

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Hotch and Rossi hadn't really found anything useful at Harry's apartment. They were in the car driving back to the precinct when Rossi decided to tell Hotch about the background check.

"So, you had Garcia look him up?"

"Yeah."

"And you think I didn't?"

"What?"

"I'm not going to let my team work with someone I don't know anything about. Especially when he's listed in the phonebook under 'Wizard'."

"So-"

"Yes, I about the trouble he's had with the law. I know about all the renovations he's had on his house. I know about how the Organized Crime Division is looking into him to try and find a way to get to someone called Marcone. I even know about that video with him and the FBI agents that some people claim is a werewolf fight or something."

"And you don't care about that? He's obviously dangerous. And after what he did to Reid…" Rossi shook his head. "How can you trust him?"

"I don't. I trust the fact that every time the SI Unit has hired him the bad guys disappear. Maybe they didn't get caught, maybe they're not in jail, but they don't come back. I trust the fact the Detective Murphy, whose father I worked with on a case once, trusts him with her life." Hotch looked ahead at the road. "So, once again David, I'm not asking you to trust him, I'm asking you to work with him."

Rossi didn't have anything to say for the rest of the drive.

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Rossi and Hotch arrived at the Police Department shortly after JJ, Reid, Prentiss, and Morgan.

"So, we found something kind of weird." Morgan said when he saw the two older agents.

"You mean besides everything else?" Rossi asked dryly.

"Haha, but seriously, Prentiss, tell 'em what those things said to you."

"This is just a taste."

"Now who does that remind you of?" Morgan crossed him arms.

"Our unsub." Rossi said realizing. "He needs to be noticed. He needs to be the best. Which means…." He turned around to see Dresden and Murphy walking towards them.

"You guys figure out anything new?" Karren asked sitting on the corner of a desk.

"Yeah. The guy who sent those things-"

"Golems." Dresden corrected.

Prentiss sighed. "Okay, Golems. Anyway the same person who sent those things after us is our killer."

"How do you know?" Harry asked.

"The profile is consistent, both perpetrators need to be acknowledged as the best. They need everyone to know that they aren't to be messed with because they can't be beat."

"But we did. Beat him I mean."

"No, we didn't. He stopped killing because he doesn't need to anymore. And when he sent the golems, he said 'This is just a taste'. It was like a test." Prentiss explained.

Hotch nodded. "Harry, whoever this is, he came to Chicago to beat you. He needs to know that he's better than you."

"So what does that mean. What's he going to do next?"

"Something bigger. Something more destructive. He knows how much this place means to you. He's going to do everything in his power to show you that you can't protect it." Rossi said quietly.

Harry cursed under his breath and shut his eyes. Opening them again when he felt a hand on this shoulder.

"I know what it's like to have crazy fans." Reid said, smiling sadly at him. "We'll get him. You've got the magic, and we've got the profile. This guy doesn't stand a chance."

And for some reason, that made Harry feel a lot better.

"Besides," Spencer spoke again. "I know who it is." He walked away from Dresden to stand in front of everyone.

"So, it's come to my attention that recently I've been acting really weird. And this is probably going to sound crazy, but I think that someone was in my head. And before you say anything just listen for a second." Reid took a deep breath and continued. "So, it occurred to me that my insomnia was kind of like when we have to sort through old case files at the end of the year. Going through, making notes of all the odd details and filing them away in a much neater and organized manor than before. That's what it felt like someone was doing to everything I know. I thought I was going crazy." He said the last part so quietly that only Derrick could hear.

"Anyway, there's an old saying that goes ' an open door can be walked through more than just one way'. I think, that while he was looking at me, I was looking back at him."

"I'm going to ignore the fact that this evidence isn't going to be anything close to admissible in a trial and ask you to continue." Hotch said crossing his arms.

"If I'm right about this, then his name is Richard Roebin. He's been putting the bones in these clay monster things-"

"Golems." Dresden and Prentiss said at the same time.

"Anyway, he puts one bone in one golem and does something that brings it to life." Reid ducked his head down, waiting to have everything he'd just said discredited by his friends and colleagues. Oh well, they'd at least be nice about it. Probably.

"Wait, he only needs one bone to bring one of these things to life?" Morgan asked.

"Yeah-"

"Shit." Reid was cut off by Dresden.

"There's over two hundred bones in the adult human body." Emily said quietly.

"Nine people have been killed." JJ continued.

"Shit." This time, Harry, Derrick, and Karren said it together.

Then the phone rang.

"Garcia," Morgan answered. "This isn't really a good- Okay, okay, here you're on speaker."

"Hi guys. I thought I would try to be helpful despite the fact that the only calls I've gotten from you in the past week involved being either hung up on," Reid blushed. "Or being asked to do a background check on some guy who think's he's a wizard." Harry smiled. "Anyway, I didn't call to chew you out. I called to tell you that there is a major, and I mean seriously major thunderstorm headed right for you guys. You need to get underground, batton down the hatches, seriously, you guys need to-"

"What's the origin of the storm?" Harry asked, cutting her off.

"What- uhh, give me a sec." The faint clicking of keys could be heard on the other end of the line. "Well, that's really weird. The storm just appeared I guess."

"Where?"

"Uhh, there's a warehouse near Lake Michigan, it looks like it started there. But how is that-"

"I don't know who you are, but we have to go, and if I ever meet you, I just might have to kiss you." Dresden picked up the phone and snapped it close, tossing it to Derrick as he jogged out of the room.

It took him a second to realize that no one was following him.

"GUYS! SHE JUST GAVE US THE LOCATION OF THE BAD GUY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING JUST STANDING THERE!"

"Okay, we're probably going to need a SWAT team-" Hotch was cut off by Harry.

"No. This storm is a spell. Granted, I don't think it would've been that hard to pull off, but that doesn't mean it's any less destructive. We need to get on top of this now. As in, before the storm swallows up the greater area of Chicago. Which means leaving now. Look, leave JJ and Reid behind so they can get a team together, but I need to get there as soon as possible. I have to stop this."

Hotch looked at him for a second and took a deep breath. "Fine, but Reid, I want you with us."

"Wha- why?"

"You know who he is. We may have the profile, but you've been inside his head, just like he's been inside yours. You're the only one who can talk this guy off his ledge if he hasn't already gone over."

Reid just nodded. Hotch nodded back and turned to JJ. "Alright, JJ I need you to find out if any major roads go past this place, and if so block them. The last thing we need is civilians getting into this. Especially if it's going to be as bad as I think it's going to get.

"After you've got that done, we're going to need SWAT, not just a team, the whole thing. Murphy, how many of your guys can get out of here right now?"

When she didn't answer, Hotch turned around to see her rounding people up and making calls.

"Dresden, is there anyway you can tell us what to expect?" Hotch turned slightly to ask the tall wizard.

"This guy made himself an army, so we're probably going to have to get through that. Good news, they're really stupid, really, really stupid. He's not a powerful guy, otherwise he would have tried to attack me head on instead of dancing around it like he is. The only way he would be able to control such a massive force would be to give them a single command, probably something like destroy or kill.

"The really good news is that if you take out the wizard controlling these things, then the golems stop and crumble to dust."

"The bad news being that this wizard is probably going to be really hard to get to right?" Rossi asked.

"Actually, yeah. Not to mention that we'll be heading straight into the heart of one of the most vicious storms any of you have ever seen, and will be almost immediately overwhelmed by some seriously hard to kill clay monsters."

Prentiss paled.

"Yeah, so how are we supposed to kill these things?" Morgan asked his face going hard.

"Find the bone. Break it. Shatter it. Hells bells you could rip it out for all I care. It just needs to be damaged or gone. After that the golems connection to life will have been severed, and it'll fade to dust."

"And how are we supposed to know where the bone is?"

"Uhhh…." Morgan ground his teeth. If the wizard didn't know what he was doing, how the hell were they gonna get through this?

Prentiss cleared her throat. "If they're anything like what I saw at your apartment Harry, then the place where the bone is will be…. Well, they're disgusting. They look like they're made of grease and mud and… anyway, on the two we fought, there were clean parts. Just a single patch of clear, smooth black. Like obsidian. It might be nothing, but it's really all we've got to go on at this point."

"Works for me." Harry said, grinning down at her.

Murphy walked over and rejoined the group. "Kay, half of the office is lined up to go with us now and we've got at least five other guys waiting to meet us down there."

"Good deal." Harry nodded at the people around him. Aside from Murphy none of them had believed magic existed in the realm of possibility. In the past few hours their perceptions of reality had been ripped from them while they watched helplessly from the sidelines as those perceptions were spun, twisted, ripped apart, and put back together into something that must have been barely recognizable.

And now they were getting ready to go fight something they hadn't even believe could exist this morning.

There is a fine line between stupidity and bravery.

It took five minutes for the team to be ready to go. With feelings of apprehension, fear, and determination, the group loaded into their cars, and headed towards a fight.

So….. Did I do this alright? I hope you guys liked it. Reviews please! Have a great day!