"The... what?" Morgan asked, being the first to recover himself.

"The mark of the Pawn's is what Lyssa names the puppets who grow of no use to her. The one's she get's bored with. Go back a few decades and most of those puppets are Pawn's. Him, I remember him, your friend replaced him." Mr. Orbus pointed at his own face, Reid's face.

To Prentiss it was so surreal. she'd never seen Reid with that kind of scowl on his face, or that look of evil in his eyes.

"So... he used to be you?"

"He was the Ring Master puppet... until he cracked." Reid... Mr. Orbus shrugged.

"Cracked?" Morgan asked.

"It was to hard to control him. Even if I was nice to him. He almost escaped and regained control of his... my body the night Lyssa got her new puppet." Again he pointed to his own face with a white gloved hand.

"Why?" Garcia choked out.

Mr. Orbus laughed softly, "Why?" He took a step, punctuating the motion with his cane. "It's rather obvious young lady." Another step, "We want to preform. We want to play with Lyssa for all time and eternity. We want to be with Lyssa."

Morgan had been watching Mr. Orbus' face. Looking for a sign of weakness. He found it.

"Your lying." Morgan sneered. "Your mouth says one thing, but your body says another. Your forced here aren't you. You have no more control over anything then Reid does don't you?"

Mr. Orbus remined silent, instead burning a hole in the floor to reveal a black abyss and jumped through.

"So it is true!" Morgan screamed, hoping taunting would make him come back. "You tell Reid we're on his trail! He'll be home before Halloween!"

"I sincerely doubt that." came the echoed reply.

JJ kept walking down the hall. Searching the shadows in the mirror for that weird little girl again.

Instead she found... an exit?

It was. The beginings of Dawn where on the horizon and the whole place smelled fresh. She could see dew sparkling on the grass.

But... where were the trucks? The police cars? Most of the tents?

All she could see was a Big Top, a few caravans and a wall of trees. The trees weren't there before, JJ was sure of that.

"Hello?" She called. "Hotch? Detective Collins? Morgan?" She walked toward the big top. She could hear the faintest notes of music from there.

Walking along the path, leaving the door to the Hall Of Mirrors behind and wide open, led her to the Big Top.

With a deep breath she pulled the opening lip of the tarp aside.

And found herself in the middle of a Circus in full swing.

"And for our next performance, the lovely Juliet will make herself fly before the highwire!" Mr. Orbus announced to the single audience member, the little girl JJ had met in the mirrored hall earlier. She sat on the top of the row of the stands in a giant throne.

Lyssa clapped her hands, "Yay! I love Juliet's act!"

"This time, Juliet makes her debut appearance as your new puppet!" Mr. Orbus cried, directing the unmanned spotlight to point to the girl. She was the girl the witch chose at the Midnight showing!

"So that's how they do it!" she breathed, JJ crept closer in to the tent, hiding behind the first set of empty stands.

Juliet began dancing along the tightrope to the tune of a flute that played from somewhere JJ couldn't see.

JJ ducked beneath the stands and began picking her way through the beams and supports quickly, making her way towards Lyssa.

Maybe she could do something?

Hotch finally ran through the exit, almost running down Morgan who stood infront of the door. Morgan turned, atfirst looking pissed, but relaxing when he saw it was Hotch.

"There you are." Morgan grinned, "We thought the freaks running around in there got you."

Hotch took a minute to regain his breath. He'd run straight from where Detective Collins lay.

Morgan looked around and frowned, "Where's JJ?"

"She's not with you?" Hotch finally asked, straightening up.

"No."

"She's still inside!" Prentiss cried, running up.

"How do you-"

"Mr. Orbus cracked... maybe... and he gave us the passwords and stuff to a surveilance system we didn't even know about!" Prentiss cried.

"Why didn't we notice it?" Morgan asked suspiciously.

"Because its those small pin-soxed camera's. The one's you have to pay big money for- wait, thats not important! What is important is that she's inside! and I think she's hurt or something! look!" she thrust a printout of an image showing JJ lying on the floor agianst a mirror.

And there was something in the corner... something black and clawed, and reaching for her foot.