Tea, Scones and a Unsub

by bloxy006

First Fan Fic. The team are brought over to England where a unsub had requested them personally. He claims that he needs them for something he calls 'Intiation'. With the lives of seven people in the balance and the whole of New Scotland Yard relying on them, will the BAU's best team catch the Unsub? Feedback, Ideas and Constructive criticism welcome. I do not own Criminal Minds.

2. Chapter 2

Thanks to everyone who read the last chapter. This is my first fanfic so I'm easing my way into things. As you may have guessed I'm English so some strange spellings of words may be down to my British head. Sorry. Feel free to review and send me ideas (I'm always open to suggestions) and on the subject of Prentiss. She will be remaining in the story, because I need 7 members for the story later on (you'll find out why) I didn't want to right n a new character out of fear of a nerd war that I could get stuck in the middle of and I quite like her.

Thank you. Free virtual hugs to anyone who reviews.

ON THE PLANE

"Wow, this is nice!" Kevn gawped pushing up his glasses.

"Ok, please explain this to me Hotch." JJ caressed her warm coffee cup.

"Two days ago, Senior Inspecter Adam Silver recieved this video." Hotch signaled for Garcia to hit the play button on her laptop. The video feed crackled, and for a brief second, all the team saw were small black and white specks dancing across the screen. A small discrete click rang out the speakers and the team found themselves gazing into a grey brick wall, with poor lighting.

"You never get a murderer with working light bulbs, do you?" Garcia shook her head. He comments were her brain trying to prepare itself for whatever horrors the small video file contained. As if on cue, a red sinister mask threw itself into the frame, causing the team jump.

"He's a dramtic one." Morgan clutched his chest in a futile attempt to slow down his rapid heart.

"Hello, New Scotland Yard." a deathly hiss emitted from the mask.

"He's using a voice changer." Prentiss pointed out and broke the silence.

"I'm contacting you considering the cases of seven missing children."

"Curious." Reid leaned in closer to the screen. "It almost sounds as if he is informing the officers about the case. Not demanding things like most criminals, upon sending messages."

"I have acquired seven perfect candidates for the 'Intiation' but they're not ready yet." the voice began to explain. " They need some, let say, professional advice." the white smile spoke each word with intense care and precision. "I demand that the FBI agents, written on the piece of paper supplied with this video, come to assist me in training the recruits. If the agents do not come, the children will be killed. If you try to inpersanate them, the children will die." the voice was closer to growling now.

"Not demanding my ass!" Prentiss exclaimed looking at Reid.

"I will contact you everyday, but until the members of the BAU are with you, I will give you no information." the mask sternly informed them before walking out of frame.

"That's where it finishes." Rossi shook his head.

"It looks like we have a fan." Morgan frowned closing the laptop.

"This guy is a weird dude, and I've seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show." Garcia stood up and made her way to the other end of the plane.

"Why are we giving into this guy?" Morgan chipped in.

"Adam Silver requested us personally." Hotch ran his eyes over the brief case file they had.

"And that's a good enough reason?" Reid's eyebrows both lifted in unison.

"He probably wasn't thinking properly when he sent to the party invite," Kevin read the file over Aaron shoulder. "One of the kid's taken is his son."

"Oh good, the poor man." JJ gasped her thoughts going straight to Henry.

"Do we have the names of the other kids?"

"No, we only know about Wayne Silver because the kidnapper confirmed it."

"Over 700 British children go missing each day." Reid recited from memory. "It could be anyone."

"Well, we're going to help them work this out." Hotch smile sadly. " Ok brace yourself, we're landing in about 20 minutes." The slow decent to London was a slow one. Each member of the team considered what lay ahead for them and why Hotch said that this case would be 'close to home'. There was something he knew that they didn't. But why wouldn't he tell them, he had always told them everything. As soon as the plane landed, the group found themselves battaling with the starnge accents english people had and the intense weather differnce. Regardless to how uncomfatable and tired each of them was, the team decided unanimously that they would head straight to the station.