Morgan stared, not sure what to make of JJ's story.

"He... couldn't have... could he?" He asked aloud, unsure.

"He did!" JJ insisted angrily.

"Are you sure? She was choking you. Maybe you started seeing things." Rossi tried.

"NO! It was him!" JJ pointed at the sleeping Reid. Garcia was looking down concerned at him. Did she have a possible killer laying on her?

Reid mumbled something in his sleep. He looked decades older, strands of his hair even turned silver. He'd paled, and added lines were etched into his face. He looked sick if anything.

JJ looked at him with a mixture of fear and disdain, not wanting to be near him, but not wanting anyone else near him either.

"If what you're saying is true-" Rossi started.

"Then Reid's a danger to himself and us." JJ finished for him.

"Then what'll we do?" Morgan asked. Would they lose him after trying to search for him for so long Or was JJ just mistaken? After the theatrics and craziness of the past few weeks Morgan didn't want to take anymore chances.

"Simple," Hotch said, voicing what everyone else didn't want to say, "We wait for him to wake up." And with that, Hotch removed his belt and slipped it around Reid's ankles.

After convincing Rossi to part with his belt and securing Reid's wrists with it, Morgan picked Reid up and everyone began making there way down the hall.

It was much the same as the last time they were here: cold, eerie, and a strange glow emitted from the mirrors lighting them up, but nothing else so it was hard to see to far ahead.

Prentiss watched the mirrors from the corner of her eye carefully, waiting for a glimpse of another weird figure gliding across their glass...

JJ felt an odd sensation, like she'd been here before. Not just in the hall, but here, here. In the spirit part of the hall before.

The whole group walked, not noticing the thing trailing after them...

Orbus was a special case...

Everyone said it. His parents, teachers, counselors, and a few therapists trying to make the best out of recounting their experience with him.

Even when he was little, David Orbus acted in ways that left people wondering. He was calculating, charismatic, and clever.

But he was also insane.

This deadly combination often made it impossible for him to get people to do more than meet his selfish needs. Whatever he wanted, he could get. And only by charming the right people. Now he had what he wanted, and he felt great. Except for an irritating buzzing in the back of his head that he couldnt rid himself of. Whenever he swatted at the back of his head, he only felt soft brown hair. Nothing to make the back of his head feel so irritated.

Like, he told himself as he ran down the hallway, how he'd charmed the Black Witch into letting him live all those years ago. Or how, he reminded the nagging in the back of his head, he'd played Morgan into letting him in so he could find Lyssa. Or, he reminiced, charmig the enitre team to trust him and take him with them when they enetered the spirit world.

Now he had what he'd longed to regain after all those years: Lyssa's sanity. Just knowing he held the little girl's psychie in the palm of his hand was very humbling. And empowering. Now all he had to do was locate the door out and he could live in a new body, finding one for Lyssa later on. When he'd gotten far enough away Reid's friends couldn't touch him.

Morgan had been carrying the unconcious Reid for what felt like hours. He was tired, and he didn't want to go any farther. He rathered they just take a short break. Let him put down the young FBI agent and breathe. It felt as if they'd been running since they entered the spirit world. Running from the darkness, running from Malifeciis and Lyssa, running from Orbus...

How could he have let Orbus play him like that. Sure he held no loyalties to the Black Witch, but it didn't end there. He held no loyalties period!

Morgan grumbled, pushing the angry thoughts down as he realized he was gripping into Reid's side with his fingernails.

JJ had to give him a comforting smile, although he didn't see it as she was a few steps behind him. She knew how he felt; angry and confused. While she couldn't be sure that it really had been Reid who'd choked her into unconciousness when she'd arrived here, she didn't want to take any chances and let him near her again. Instead she hugged the mirrors, walking close enough she accidentally brushed the cold glass every now and then.

Hotch, sidling up to her, tried to act casual. It felt weird having JJ here, with all the insanity that had taken place the last few days. Everyone was so sure they'd lost her and Reid both, and now Hotch was walking next to her down a hallway he never wanted to walk down again.

"So," Hotch started.

"No, I have no idea why Im in a blue tutu." JJ smiled to Hotch, the glowing light catchting her glitter so she sparkled like a disco ball everytime she moved.

"Oh, you were a ballerina." Hotch answered absently.

"Oh," JJ answered awkwardly, "Atleast I was pretty then."

Hotch smiled.

Orbus ran down a mirrored hallway. His eyes scanned the glass mirrors. Where was it? It had to be close by. He was not gonna have entered this death trap for nothing!

Orbus stopped when he came to a part of the maze that opened up to a circular room-like dead end. He carefully brushed each mirror with the tips of his fingers. They all stayed where they were. Nothing moved.

Where was it?

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