Okay, so I read some of the reviews and I'm pleased some of you are confused. Shows your paying attention! Anyway, bear with me a little longer. If I reveal it all now itll take away from the creepiness and stuff.

Prentiss and Morgan walked slowly. Prentiss had regained her strength, but now her ankle was hurting.

"Shoulda stayed outside."

"Shutup, how big is this place anyway? It's like the mausoleum in here. It didn't look so big outside."

"That's the problem with magic and curses. Mess up the perportions." The mirror next to Morgan said.

"Morgan come on." Prentiss shook her head. "Not even I can take you seriously when you talk like that."

"That. Wasn't. me." Morgan said slowly.

"We're the only two here. Who else would... it... be..."

Prentiss had just seen a dark shadow in the mirror. And it was walking closer... she thought. The outline of a body was growing atleast.

Then Reid's face popped up.

"Reid?"

"No."

Morgan and Prentiss looked at eachother.

"You two are a problem."

"Who are you?" Morgan interuppted.

"Mr. Orbus stupid." Reid deadpanned, "Anyway, you two are-"

"Why do you look like Reid?" Prentiss asked.

"Not telling." Reid grinned.

Morgan rolled his eyes, then grabbed his gun and struck the mirror.

A high, girlish scream emited and Reid disapeared.

"That was weird." Prentiss muttered as Morgan helped her along. They still had a ways to go to get to the end. It looked like a super long hallway. It didn't help that it kept getting darker and darker.

JJ had been apart of the FBI for a long time, mostly with the BAU, and been in weird situations. But none so much as this. The long halls were possibly getting longer. And darker. The shadows in the mirror floated behind her reflection, dancing around her. JJ could have sworn she heard whispering behind the mirrors.

"Reid you idiot!" She screamed, thouroghly freaked out when she swore she saw a face shine through the shadows, "Get out here! Its not funny!"

"Who said anything was supposed to be funny?" the mirror behind her asked.

JJ froze. When Morgan told her of the crazy girl who'd tried to drag him into the mirror she'd pictured some mental hospital escapee with eyes gouged and blood splattered everywhere. Not to mention just looking dead, or like a nightmare in general. Her stomach churned, should she turn around?

"Well?" the mirror asked again, it sounded like a little girl, "What's so funny?"

JJ started running down the hall. Maybe she could find another way back. Maybe she'd wait for the rest to come her way. She just knew she wasn't coming back down this hall alone.

"HEY! I ASKED YOU A QUESTION!" Someone screamed behind her. The mirrors infront of JJ exploded into glass shards and dust!

JJ screamed, dropping to the floor and covering her head.

The dust cleared and the glass stopped sliding across the floor, and JJ heard footsteps growing closer.

"Well? I'm getting tired of asking and I've now deemed you annoying. So hurry up." the mysterious girl kicked JJ in the leg. JJ took a steadying breath and looked up into the dark copper eyes of a rather normal looking little girl.

"Who are you?" JJ asked.

"Answer first, I dont like to be kept waiting."

JJ looked down, "I was just blowing off frustration while looking for my friend." she said meekly. Why was she so afraid of this little girl?

"Hmm. Then why are you looking here? Why are you even here?" The little girl asked, bending down.

JJ knew she shouldn't but a sudden pang of annoyance hit her, so she did. "You didn't answer my questions. Thats how it works doesn't it? You answer my questions too."

The little girls cheeks puffed out and turned red while her nose crinkled in fury. then, like a switch had been flipped, she smiled and nodded, "You know how to play games. I've decided to like you."

"Ok." JJ noddes, "Now will you tell me where my friend is?"

"Maybe." the little girl giggled, "What's his name?"

"Spencer Reid."

"Ooh, is he cute?"

"I, uh, have a picture right here." JJ smiled, pouring on the nice lady act to mask her fear. She flipped out her wallet and opened the first plastic folder to reveal a picture of her whole team. "Right there." she pointed to Reid's smiling face.

"That's my puppet!" The little girl said excitedly, jumping up and down, "Oh he's so much fun!"

JJ stopped breathing, a cold sweat sliding down her back. Puppet?

"We play circus with all the rest of the puppets all the time!" she continued.

JJ looked around, thinking. Then she took a breath and looked the girl in the eye, "Can I play to?"

The little girl stared for a long time, "No." Then she got up and started walking down the hall.

"Why?" JJ shouted, getting up.

"I don't need another puppet yet." she answered, then disapeared through the first intact mirror she crossed. JJ screamed at the girls reflection. In the mirror she burned and pale, her eyes empty sockets. The girl turned to look at her, real and reflection grinning wickedly.

"Wait!" she shouted, pounding her fist against the mirror when she reached it, "Can I atleast see him? The puppet? just for a few minutes? It all I need!" she screamed.

All was quiet.

"Please?" JJ whimpered, sliding down the mirror in exhaustion.

Garcia was a tough girl. She got shot, she went home, she worked her computers, and caught the jerk who shot her. He was currently lying in a dirt pit while she was up walking around trying to find one of her many best friends.

But she coudln't find anything. And that made her angry.

"Reid!" She shouted, "Reid please say something!"

"RUN!"

Garcia looked behind her, then ahead. There, in the distance, was a thin, wiry man running like crazy. His left eye was bruised and dried blood ran down his head and neck and down his right arm. His left knee was scabbed and their was a hole worn over his knee.

"REID!" She cried surprised.

"RUN GARCIA!" So she did, towards him.

"Reid, we're not leaving without you!" They met in the middle, almost colliding with eachother!

"Reid! Your allitle beat up, but your okay!" She cried, wrapping him in a bear hug.

"Garcia." He whispered.

"Oh sorry!" she smiled, releasing him. She looked him up and down. Or she tried, his head was bent low so she couldn't see his face.

Besides the blood and ripped sweats his shirt and sweats and socks were grimy and dirty. Covered with layers of grim and dirt. A few spots where even black. There were a lot of tiny cuts up and down his arms. His hair was atleast washed, but a small section in the front looked burned.

"Gosh Reid, what did they do to you?" She asked, rubbing one arm. "Lift your head up atleast.

"Garcia," he whispered, "Lets go. And hurry, before they realize Im gone."

"Sure Pumpkin!" She said hurriedly. She grabbed his hand and they started running down the hall.

"Can I atleast see your face?" She panted.

Reid didn't answer, instead he lead her down the hall as they ran.

Detective Collins had served for a long time. He was skilled and ready to fight. He'd almost died several times.

So, he thought he was ready to face this weird predicarment.

He was wrong.

Not two seconds in the hall, when he was still running, he saw a dark figure flitting past the mirrors.

When it stopped, he ran harder to catch up with it.

"Your not a puppet! All of you aren't my puppets!"

He heard something whisper that over and over again. He pressed his ear to the mirror, it sounded like it was coming from behind it!

The second his ear made contact with the glass though, a scream emmited and a decaying, skelton like hand shot around his neck.

"NO!" he screamed, the glass breaking to emit him into hell!