JJ and Garcia turned another corner to see a black door at the end.
"JJ this is the end!" Garcia cried, begining to race forward before JJ caught her by the arm.
"Garcia. Reid?"
"But... what if we dont find it again?" Garcia asked quietly.
JJ looked around, then peeled off her jacket and wrapped it around her hand. Then she punched the glass out, sending shards everywhere across the floor.
Then JJ laid out the jacket on a clean area of floor.
"Pick up the shards. We can leave a trail that'll lead back to this broken mirror." She said, bending over and begining to carefully pick up the pieces.
Garcia nodded and began hurridly picking them up.
Detective Collins had seen many things on the job, some crazy, some gory, some just plain unbelievable.
But today trumped all when the knife thrower gave a sudden shout and lurched forward, flailing helplessly on the ground while his coworkers screamed around him.
Blood dripped from his ears and mouth, his eyes glazed over and he was still.
The Knife Thrower from the Circus of Dreams was dead on the ground infront of Detective Collins.
"The Mirror!" someone cried, "His mirror's broken!"
"Check the mirror!" Someone echoed.
"Where's the mirror?" Someone else cried from somewhere.
Detective Collins leaned helplessly over the dead man, at a loss for what to say or do to help the man.
No bullet, stab, or injection wounds as far as he could see. What happened to him?
Prentiss stared at the thing hitting against the glass terrfied. What should she do? Walk toward it and risk being killed, or run away and risk Reid being killed.
Prentiss ran forward wiping at the mirror to clear its vision.
And screamed.
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