Hotch and Morgan had been walking down the hall at a crawls pace, guns at the ready and eyes peeled for the Ring Master.

Then they heard a scream.

"Prentiss!" Morgan shouted, taking off!

"Morgan!" Hotch tried but it was too late he was gone. He sighed and turned to the communicator on his wrist (A.N. He actually has this. you can see him calling for medics with it in one episode. but idk what its called. sowy)

Morgan tore through the left hall, running down and taking another right, a left, a right... so on and such. then he turned left again and there was a black door at the end.

"Better than nothing." He muttered, running at it. He crashed into it of course. So he tried kicking, pushing and breaking it open.

But it was closed tight.

A shadow passed nearby him.

"I don't want another doll!" It screamed and Morgan heard the sound of glass breaking.

Prentiss stared up into the mirror as it unfogged in the cold air.

"Reid." She whispered, tears coming to her eyes.

He was desperatly kicking and hitting the mirror like he was trapped under water. She could see tears streaking down his face so she knew he was above water. He was just... floating? But she noticed he was crying. It wrenched at her heart. He had bruises all up and down his arms and shirt was a little torn up.

"Reid!" She said louder. He still didn't notice.

"REID ANSWER ME!" She cried, tears pouring over. She ran to the mirror and banged on it, "REID!"

She kept banging and calling out to him for awhile. Then she stepped back and unholstered her gun.

Raising it towards the mirror she prepared to strike.

JJ and Garcia were running down the hall, throwing a glass shard to the ground whenever they turned a corner.

"Almost there! We gotta be almost there!" JJ called over her shoulder, looking back to see Garcia still behind her.

WHAM! She ran full on into something.

He was tall, had dark hair, and was wearing dress pants and a dress shirt.

He was Hotch.

"Ow." JJ deadpanned, getting up. "If we'd known you were in here we would have lead you to us."

"Where's Prentiss?" Garcia asked.

"We think she stumbled onto something, Morgans going after her right now." Hotch said, reholstering his gun. "We're gonna go find her right now."

"Allright then, lets go." JJ said, walking behind Hotch. "What? I wanna find him just as bad."

Hotch shrugged and Garcia and JJ fell instep with him.

"Oh!" Garcia almost forgot, she bent down and placed a mirror fragment on the floor as they turned the corner and disapeared among the thousands of mirrors.

"Agent Rossi." Detective Collins shouted, running towards the FBI agent standing by the door. Rossi had decided to comeback and guard the entrance after getting hopelessly turned around inside. When he'd found the exit, he'd bolted faster then even he thought he could move.

"Yes?"

"You need to see this." Detective Collins said painfully.

Walking back to the tent, the detecive grew more and more anxious.

"Now, we didn't shoot him or anything allright? He just, jerked foreward and collapsed. He was bleeding everywhere too. And then the other preformers started screaming something about mirrors."

"Mirrors?"

"'Check his mirror', 'Where's his mirror', 'The mirror must have broken'. Stuff like that. We don't understand it."

The two walked into the tent were they had to force thier way through the mourning group of preformers.

Under a white sheet stained with red blood spots laid the Knife Thrower.

Rossi knelt down and picked up a corner of the sheet.

"NO!" Someone shouted, a girl in a pink tutu and a pink and yellow mask that covered her eyes. She raced forward, tears sliding out from under the mask, "Don't pick that up! Leave him be!"

The cops swarmed around her, holding her back. Rossi decided to make a quick look and leave him alone to ease the girl before they had to tranquilize her.

"NO!"

Rossi looked under, and almost lost his dinner.

Under the sheet the body had decayed rapidly. He now looked more skeleton than corpse.

"The mirror broke! So he broke." Mr. Drahtseil whispered, holding his crying wife.

"Morgan!" Hotch cried, seeing the agent on the floor. A pool of blood was forming under his head and glass was everywhere. The mirror infront of him was totally destroyed. Bloody cuts were all up and down his arms and fingers, like he'd gotten into a fight with the destroyed mirror.

Hotch got down and checked his vitals. "He's just unconcious!" he heard Garcia and JJ sigh in relief behind him. Hotch picked up his head, "Yeah, I think he's okay."

"What happened here?" JJ asked, stepping carefully through the carnage.

"I don't know but I know my Chocolate baby kicked that mirrors butt." Garcia said, hugging the corner of the mirror wall closely.

"I sure did." Morgan sighed, waking up.

"Oh honey suckle your awake!" Garcia smiled.

"Am I? I'm still inside this nightmare!" Morgan exclaimed, wincing as he got up.

"What happened?" JJ asked.

"That freaky mirror came at me!" Morgan cried.