Reid led Garcia back down the hallway she'd come. They hadn't stopped running once.

"Reid... the... exit... is... down... the third... left!" Garcia panted.

Reid nodded, pouring on a little more speed while gripping Garcia harder.

"Ow Reid!"

"Sorry." He called.

They turned a corner and Garcia could see it, her light at the end of the tunnel! She could see the entrance!

"Reid hurry!" she cried, drunk and dizzy with the possibility of escaping!

And hurry they did... until Reid hit the mirror!

"Reid!" Garcia couldn't believe it! He'd missed the door by one mirror next to it!

"Sorry!" He gasped, peeling himself off. Garcia grabbed him by the arm, "Wait a minute."

She grabbed the back of his head and yanked down. She didn't want to get so rough, but he was hiding somthing here.

Then she screamed, backing up a foot.

"I'd really hoped you wouldn't do that Garcia." Reid snapped, raising his head again.

"Reid?" Garcia edged quietly toward the door.

"Don't leave!" He cried, rushing at the door and slamming it closed, "She want's you guys now. I'm supposed to bring you to her. Then I'm gonna go back for JJ."

"Reid... what the hell did she do to you?" Garcia asked.

Hotch had reached the end of his hallway. It was just a dead end, with mirrors.

"AHHH!" He heard someone screaming back at the entrance.

"Detective?" Hotch high-tailed it down the hallway, a very short hallway strangley, and turned the corner.

Down it he heard screaming, the Detective obviously.

But when he reached it, he wished the hall was alot longer.

The Detective lay in a pool of his own blood, glass shards everywhere. The burn scars were shapped like handprints and where placed all along his neck.

He'd been strangled by burning hands?

Hotch turned the man over to see where the blood was coming from. Glass cuts scratched their way through every artery in his torso by entering his back.

Hotch laid him back down. Detective Collins was dead.

Morgan and Prentiss had given up and turned around. They were making great time back. In fact, when they turned the last corner the entrance opened up to them.

Showing Reid grab Garcia by the arm as she screamed and fought desperatly against him. She landed a lucky shot, knocking him back by landing a fist into his face.

"REID!" Prentiss cried in horror, unwinding her arm from Morgan and throwing herself infront of him.

Reid shrugged and lunged, "Fine, two with one stone is okay with her!"

BANG! BANGBANGBANG! BANG! Morgan riddled Spencer Reid with holes!

Reid took a small step, gasped, and collapsed infront of them in a pool of blood.

"MORGAN!" both women screamed.

But Morgan was the one who saw it. The thing behind him in the mirror. It wasn't Reid. In fact, it wasn't even human.

"Look!" He threw his gun aside and picked up "Reid" by his neck, thrusting him infront of a mirror.

The reflection was of a burned and flaking corpse. A corpse with blonde, short hair. There were no eyes.

"oh my-"

"Exactly. This wasn't Reid!" Morgan threw the dead imposter to the ground.

"What the hell is that?" Prentiss pointed to the cadaver's face. Besides the black sockets for eyes and the pointed teeth, there was a circle with a bunny dressed as a Grim Reaper burned into the guy's cheek.

"That's the mark of the pawn's." Mr. Orbus stepped into the door, closing it behind him.

The lock of the deadbolt was deafening to the profilers.