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Chapter II

BAU Room

The tension in the BAU room could be cut with a knife. All the members of this elite group of profilers were too involved in this case. One of their own, Dr. Spencer Reid, the baby boy of the team, was once again in danger and they didn't have much time to solve the mystery if this particular UNSUB, who called himself Delapsus Sum.

The stern voice of the unit chief, SSA Aaron Hotchner, forced them all to start doing what they did best, to profile.

"Ok, we don't have too much time. If the UNSUB follows the same MO as last time, the elevator will fall two floors at 10 am." Hotchner checked his clock and added quietly, "We have less than 20 minutes."

Morgan closed his eyes and sighed knowing that it would be impossible to figure out the case in less than 20 minutes.

"What do we know so far?" asked Hotch.

"Well, he seems to have an obsession with things going down. His name 'Delapsus Sum' is Latin for 'falling out of control'" explained Rossi.

"But why an elevator in particular?" asked JJ.

"We still don't know. Maybe he has a connection with elevators. An accident. Family loss" answered Emily Prentiss.

"I'll check all elevator accidents in the months previous to the first attack in Florida, but don't keep your hopes high. I have to check accidents throughout the country. He's not attaching himself to a particular area" said Garcia, writing something down on a pink paper.

"We have to find out why Florida. Maybe he felt comfortable doing that before and now he feels the need to do it again" added Morgan, pacing back and forth, caught up in his thoughts.

"What do we know about the victims?" asked Hotch.

"There's no connection or whatsoever between the victims." JJ started adding pictures on the board and giving the details.

"In the Florida elevator were Michael Landau, 40, bank clerk, Juliet Mentle, 25, model, Maria Sosa, 45, maid and Gloria Palladino, 60, retired doctor. Only Landau and Palladino lived in the apartment building, Sosa was working and Miss Mentle had an interview there."

"Now, we have Sebastian Malucci, 25, restaurant delivery guy" JJ continued adding his picture.

"And as we can see, he obviously doesn't like talking" said Garcia, watching the dark-clothed guy focused on his music, without paying attention to the other two people in the elevator.

"Then we have Linda West, 20, psychology student." JJ added the picture of the blonde girl. "And finally," JJ paused to grab a picture of a smiling Spencer. "Reid." There was no need to add anything about him. They knew he was 28 years old and he was their friend.

"As JJ said, there's no connection. The victims just happened to be there, in the wrong place at the wrong time. It was luck of the draw" pondered Emily.

"Typical of Reid" chuckled Garcia, with no amusement in her voice.

"That kid must have really pissed off someone in his past life" said Rossi.

"Hotch, we have to call Reid. They have to be prepared. In 5 minutes, it'll be 10 am" said Morgan, handing him his phone.

Hotchner took the phone, breathed deeply and dialed Reid's number.

"Crap, crap, crap!"

Those words were the ones that brought SSA Dr. Spencer Reid into the real world. He'd been reliving his conversation with Morgan in his mind, remembering and studying every word. But they didn't make any sense to him. It was impossible for him to make a connection and get to the real meaning of the whole situation.

"It's impossible that this elevator misfortune can be connected to whatever case the BAU team is working on, right? I mean, I know I have bad luck, but that would be like having a black cat permanently crossing your path" thought Reid, playing with his fingers and focusing on his phone. Everything would be cleared up as soon as Morgan called him again.

The blonde rude girl gave a step forward and forcefully pushed the alarm button again.

"Hey, what the hell is going on, man? I have to get out of here today!" she yelled.

"I'm sorry. There's been a problem. Soon someone will talk to you" answered Frank, the security guard.

"OK, this is not good" said Reid to himself.

"Look, it's 9:55! We've been here for almost an hour! Move your ass and fix this, good-for-nothing!" the voice of the girl was getting angrier by the minute.

As if on cue, Reid's cell started ringing.

"What's going on?" Spencer was tired of being trapped in that confined place and his voice was making it cleared.

"Reid, it's Hotch" said a voice on the other side.

"Hi, Hotch. Please, tell me what's going on." Spencer was now begging for an explanation.

"Reid, we have a situation" said Hotch in a calm voice that didn't match his inner fears. In just one minute, the unit chief explained the outline of the situation, with no much details, to the doctor. Then, he said he'd talk over the intercom to inform to Reid's elevator companions what they'd need to do.

"OK, fine" answered Reid, assessing all the aspects of the information received.

"Excuse me" he said, touching the smelly guy's arm to draw his attention. "The FBI will talk to us to explain the problem with the elevator" said Reid in a small voice, also looking at the blonde girl.

"The FBI?" asked worriedly the girl.

"What the hell does the FBI have to do with this?" added Sebastian Malucci.

"Hello, this is Aaron Hotchner, I'm with the FBI." Hotch's voice could be heard through the intercom. "We've received a threat indicating that the elevator will fall two floors at 10 am. I'll ask you to please be prepared. You have less than a minute." He paused to let them assimilate what he'd just said. "We're working on getting all of you out as soon as possible. Remain calm, leave your bags n the floor and grab the handrail. I'll be in communication with you the whole time."

"40 seconds." Garcia was saying on the other side.

"What the hell?" said Linda West, shocked by the words of the FBI agent. "Is this a joke?"

"No, it's not. Please, prepare yourself." Reid was already clutching at the handrail.

"30 seconds."

"Who are you?" asked the smelly guy from one of the elevator's corners.

"20 seconds."

"My name is Dr. Spencer Reid and I'm with the FBI. Now, please, remain calm and in silence" answered the young agent. His heart was racing and he felt it jumping in his throat, like trying to choke him.

Everybody in the BAU room saw as the three unlucky victims of the sick UNSUB forcefully clutched at the handrail and waited. Morgan saw how his friend closed his eyes and wished to be there by his side.

"10 seconds."

The air was filled with tension, making it difficult to breathe.

"Get ready." They heard Hotch say.

"Five, four, three, two."

They heard three beeps and then...

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

The BAU team saw the image from the elevator blurred with the movement of the fall.

There you go... First fall. Thanks for reading! See you soon.