I'm sorry that this took me so long to get out! There's absolutely no excuse and I'm really really sorry. Anyway, I hope you guys like it. It might be kind of boring, but I was going for a calm before the storm type deal, so bear with me. Anyway, once again, I'm sorry for not getting this out to you guys sooner. But I would love some reviews. Oh, and BURN3, I wrote you a tiny surprise that I think you'll love. You know, 'cause it was your idea.

Reid had done a great many things in his life. These accomplishments are made even more amazing when knowing that he had done most of these things at seemingly impossible ages.

But what Reid was about to do…. This was different than anything he'd ever done before. It wasn't going to matter how smart he was. None of the random miscellaneous facts running around in his head were going to be of any help right now.

They were about to go fight an army of over 1800 golems. Reid couldn't fight. He could barely shoot his gun. How on Earth was he supposed to be of any help in this situation?

But Hotch said they needed him. And Hotch usually had pretty good judgment. So Reid was going to trust him.

Lets hope it didn't get him killed.

The gravity of the situation hadn't really sunk in yet. Harry had never seen a group of people look so calm in the face of almost certain doom. Grim, somber, stoic even, but never calm. Even Murphy was a bit jittery. These people had no idea what they were getting into.

How on Earth could Harry rely on people who didn't grasp the gravity of the situation. This wasn't something routine. This was way beyond everything these people had ever done and now…. How was he supposed to protect all of them?

Hotch wasn't planning on dying.

He knew there was a good chance that he might. But he wasn't planning on it.

He was all Jack had left.

So dying wasn't really an option.

Rossi wasn't really sure at all of what to expect. It certainly wasn't monsters made of mud or golems or whatever. It wasn't a power hungry wizard with a thing for bones.

More than likely they would get to the warehouse, find some crazy guy with tattoos muttering over a pot, and then arrest him. There was no need for all this hype.

But then, why was Rossi so nervous?

Praying was something that Emily hadn't done for a very long time.

It had always seemed so clichéd and needy to her. And besides, God probably had other things to worry about like world hunger and all that stuff going down in the middle east. Why should He worry about someone who hadn't even talked to Him in over ten years?

It wasn't like she hadn't believed in Him. No, she just questioned Him. How could she not? She saw the most terrible things everyday. She dealt with the worst of the worst and had been scarred by the things she'd seen.

But today was different. This wasn't something she knew how to deal with. This wasn't a private feeling or emotion or nightmare. This was a stand against something that could kill them all.

These are the first words that Emily Prentiss said to God in over ten years.

'I know that you don't really have any reason to listen to me, I've been kind of…. Ignoring you, maybe. But, now I'm asking, no I'm begging, please keep them safe. Please make sure that they get through this. They're my family now, and….. I don't know what I would do if anything happened to them. Please. In Jesus' name I pray, Amen.

"So, they're gone?" Garcia's voice said over the phone.

"Yeah." JJ replied.

"You just let them leave with some crazy guy who thinks he's a wizard to go to some warehouse in the middle of the worst storm Chicago's ever seen?"

"Garcia, I've answered yes to this question six times now."

"Yeah, I keep thinking that the answer's going to change."

"Me too." JJ sighed. "Just keep watching the radar and tell me if anything changes."

"You got. Hey JJ?"

"Yes Garcia?"

"They're gonna come back right?"

JJ smiled softly at the phone. "Yeah. They will." I hope.

If he died here, Morgan was fairly certain that Garcia would find a way to bring him back from the dead so that she could kill him herself.

The thought made him smile, earning him a few wary looks from his colleagues. But, why shouldn't he smile? He might die today.

The thought of death wasn't really what scared Morgan or made him sad. It was when he thought of how other people might react. His mom, his sister, his team. That is, if any of them actually got out alive.

Wait, no scratch that. They would get out alive if he had anything to say about it. And since he did, then nothing was going to happen to them.

Let's hope it's that simple.

"Hey, we need to stop at my house." Harry said to Hotch, who was the driver of the car that they were in.

"Why?" Hotch asked, never taking his eyes from the road.

"I need to get my stuff."

"What stuff?"

"My magic stuff." Rossi snorted and Dresden stuck his tongue out at him.

Five minutes later Murphy and Dresden were in the apartment. After running down to his lab to grab a few things, Harry came up and handed Murphy a sword.

"Harry, I can't-"

"I'm not asking you to be a knight Murph, I'm asking you to just… use it. These people need our help and at least with this, I know we'll have a fighting chance."

Murphy sighed and wrapped her hand around the hilt of the katana. Then she smiled, and used the old cloth strap to hang it over her back.

Harry really didn't know what possessed him to take Amoracchius. Okay, maybe he had an idea of what possessed him but that didn't mean he had to approve. All the same, when it was time to head out for a second time, the broadsword was tucked away into it's very own duffel bag, ready for whatever it was about to get itself into.

They pulled up in an empty lot about half a mile away from the warehouse. The warehouse in question had long ago been reclaimed by the forest it had struggled to keep at bay. The thick and quickly darkening storm clouds overhead gave the whole thing a very horror movie kind of feel.

Black guy always dies first, thought Morgan somberly.

There were about thirty people there in all, including Murphy, Dresden, and the BAU.

Or should I say, thirty people and one dog? A little ways away from all the guys with police badges and bullet proof vests there was a barley older than teenage girl, a tall man with black hair and a dog.

Dresden went to stand by them, and everyone else followed.

"Molly, Thomas, this is the BAU. Their analyst helped me find this guy. Uh, BAU, this is Molly, my apprentice and Thomas…. An old friend. I hope you guys can get along."

"Boss, I really don't think we'll have much time to dislike each other what with the massive hordes of clay people that are about to attack us." Molly said sarcastically.

"They're called golems."

"Who cares?"

Harry sighed and glanced sidelong at Murphy who was watching the exchange with a slight smile on her face.

Hotch was just a little bit worried about this. He knew that his team would watch out for each other, and he knew that Dresden's team would watch out for each other. He did not know however, whether or not they would be able to integrate those efforts. Harry's group seemed to be much more experienced when it came to things like this. And while Hotch didn't necessarily want to know where they got their experience, he would like access to it.

Apparently, Harry could read his mind. "Alright guys," he said. "I've always been a big fan of the buddy system so whether you mind or not I'm planning on pairing you off. Thomas, I want you to stick with Hotch and Rossi, Molly, you're with Morgan, Murph hang with Prentiss, and Reid, you're with me and Mouse. I don't care whether you like it or not." He turned to the BAU. "I know that you have no idea what to expect in there and the fact that you've never faced a situation like this makes me all the more wary. "These guys," he gestured to his friends. "Know what they're doing to some extent. So listen to them. Whatever they say. Literally. Whatever. They. Say. Got it?"

Everyone nodded.

"Okay, so, let's get this show on the road."

They were coming.

It didn't matter.

They would die.

All of them.

And then the city would fall.

And the Wizard Dresden would know who was the greatest.

The King would make him watch as his friends and comrades fell, one by one.

Because the King was the best.

And now, everyone would know it.

They were halfway from the lot to the warehouse when they heard the voices.

The hissing, scraping, slimy sound that Harry and Emily found all too familiar.

They came out of the woods slowly. Their movements were robotic and awkward, and the slime and gunk that covered them dripped off as they came forward, coating the ground behind them.

It was enough to make Rossi a believer.

Dresden, who was at the front of the group, grabbed Reid's arm. "Okay, kid, we need to get to the warehouse. The best way to help everyone now is to take down the bad guy. And I have a feeling that you can help me do that."

Reid could only nod.

Harry turned back to the others and saw the same fierce kind of fear and determination on every one around him. Oddly enough, he also saw a large gray duffel bag slung over Emily's shoulder.

"Why do you have that?" He asked.

"You asked me to carry it."

"No I didn't."

"Are you sure? 'Cause I thought I heard you say 'Hey, grab that duffel bag, I'm pretty sure you're gonna need it.'"

Harry shook his head and looked up. "What happened to subtle?" He muttered. "Alright, Emily when and if you open that at some point today, just, make sure you're ready."

Not really sure what he meant, Emily smiled slightly in agreement.

He nodded back at her and then gave the entire company a tight smile. "We can do this. I've got faith in you all." And with that, he grabbed Reid's hand and started bounding through the woods with Mouse at his heels.

With a slight nod from Hotch and Thomas, everyone else plowed forward.

So, what do you guys think? I would love reviews and again, I'm so sorry for how long this took me to get out. Next time, you can expect a seriously action packed chapter! But seriously, I need some reviews. Thanks, sorry again. Have an awesome day!