Morgan stared at Prentiss. "How can he be in the mirror and be punched by a mirror at the same time?"

Prentiss shrugged, wincing when the ice was taped to her ankle.

"That's what i asked."

"Did he tell you?"

"No. He ran at me with the knife. I tripped and fell at one point. He stepped on my ankle."

Everyone besides the working medic stared at the ankle in awe.

"So Reid's either playing some kind of mind trick with us-"

"Hotch!" Morgan snapped.

"-or there really is somethinmg going on here."

"There is!" Prentiss shouted, then winced when the medic wrapped the ice tighter.

"Is he still in there?" Hotch asked.

"I dunno. Probably." Prentiss shrugged, "After he did this," She gestured to her ankle, "I elbowed him in the nose pretty hard. I think he may have hit a mirror or something 'cause i heard a crash.

"Everyone, besides you Prentiss of course, get strapped up. Where going in fully armed and ready. I want this guy in an interogation room now!"

"Screw it Hotch, Im coming too!" Prentiss shouted, running on the injured ankle after them.

Everyone, BAU, cops, Detective Collins, were all busy strapping the velcro straps of the SWAT armour. Donning thick plastic black helmets and attaching eye peices to the giant guns slung on their shoulders. Approaching the entrance very carefully, the leader of the SWAT tossed in an open tear gas bomb! The room quickly filled with the gas, and he shouted the order to move in.

It was mostly just literal smoke and mirrors. Reflectiions of black suited men running with guns danced along the mirrored halls and green and white gass floated up from the floor.

"this is Red 1 over." said the leader.

"You've got Detective Collins here." Collins said over the walkie talkie strapped to his shoulder.

"We don't see anything and thermals aren't getting anything either. All we've found are the blood stains from Agent Prentiss and the tons of glass from both Agents Morgan and Jerueau and Garcia. And we just took out that mirror Agent Morgan told us about and there's nothing there."

"Seriously?" Collins tried his own thermal locator. Nothing. They were the only ones in there.

"Maybe he left." Prentiss reasoned.

"No. We have both entrances locked."

"Its a big place-"

"We'd pick up on his thermal radiation, the place is just small enough I can stand here and tell you, he ain't here!"

"Maybe theres another way out?"

"We got this place surrounded and its a moving circus! Kinda hard to make secret tunnels with the month they've been here. atleast one that can support him long enough for us to give up and leave." Collins was busy checking his instruments, not noticing the annoyed looks Prentiss shot at the mirror.

Then the mirror shivered, and Reid- Mr. Orbus- winked at her before disapearing a split second later.

"AHH!" Prentiss screamed, hitting the other mirror.

The second her skin touched the glass the sounds of her colleauges and friends asking if she was okay died to a low buzzing.

Instead she heard a woman screaming and begging to be left alone. Not to come near. Then she heard a low, girlish giggle and another scream before Morgan pulled her off the glass.

"are you okay?" the dizzy vision of two Morgans asked, holding her up.

Prentiss shook her head, clearing her head, "Mm-hmm." She managed, leaning into him wearily.

Reid-sorry, Mr. Orbus- looked at her again, a Cheshire cat smile on his face. He nodded approval at her and faded into the mirror again.

"Was that...?" JJ tried.

"No. No, couldn't be." Morgan said, struggling to compose himself and keep Emily supported.

"Lets keep going." Hotch whispered.

Everyone nodded and began making there way farther in, Morgan helping Emily. What did he do to her?

They kept walking until they came to a six way fork in the road.

"Crap." Collins muttered. "Okay, I'll take this one. Go the end and then come back. We'll wait for everyone okay?" Then he charged head on into the middle one.

"No! Detective Collins! DETECTIVE COLLINS!" But none of Hotch's screaming could bring the idiot detective back.

Morgan shrugged, dragging Prentiss down the next one. To Hotch's great aggrivation.

"Fine!" He threw his hands up, "GO!"

And so they did.