The team hit the pavement hard. Nothing happened. They wait ten second, nothing, twenty seconds, nothing, thirty second, absolutely nothing. They walked slowly back in the doorway and studied the phone. The phone was counting down till a text was sent.
Are special guests would like a preview. The text was sent to a local number.
The team took a minute to get their wits together and entered. The practice studios were off to the left. Morgan immediately ducked the caution tape and began investigating. The rest of the team the team turned right to the special rehearsal studio.
At the end of a long hallway The Rehersal Room was dark accept for the brightly light stage rose on a few feet above the feet from the floor. Six seats were placed upfront. From left to right they sat Rossi, Hotch, Emily Reid and JJ. JJ pushed the extra chair aside hoping the Unsub wouldn't notice Morgan's absents.
A speaker overhead projected the introduction. "Greetings to are honoured guests. We welcome you to relax and enjoy this premier of 'I Question Mark' Sans de blessé."
Slowly the hostages stepped out of stage. There all wore varying battle fatigues face paint and grim, nervous expression. Last but not least Angel stepped out wearing the exact same Hiphop fatigues costume with the exception of her glasses and headset. And yet it wasn't her at all, this girl look just like her but she acted so much more aggressive and demanding then Angel could ever become.
The music erupted like a bomber of modified recording of a car crashs. The shattering glass and skidding tires and blaring horns and correlated into a rhythmic collision which the dancers captured with every movement.
After the introduction Rossi stood up. No dancers seemed to notice.
"We're with the FBI. We are here to get you out of here just leave the stage and come with us,"
Not one dancer flinched at the offer.
"Just step down and we will protect you..." Rossi's voice droned off.
Reid had been pricing the puzzle together the whole time. The costumes, the music, and all the unexplained brain activity, 'Sans de blessé'. This really wasn't Angel a double personality had formed over the course of the coma, all it want we'd to do was preform the dance 'Sans de blessé', no casualties.
Reid grabbed Rossi hit his Italian lether jacket and whispered. "Rossi let thank finish the dance first, I know what is going on now,"
Rossi just shrugged like. "Less work for me," and calmly walked back to his seat passing in front of everyone.
"Reid," JJ said harshly.
"What is it," Reid asked.
"I was sending the text to the swat team, but the phone was nocked out of my purse across the floor," She said pointing to the cell phone between Hotch and Rossi's empty chair,"
The cellphone beamed with a bold print. Text Sent. But which one was it.
The dance ended worth the same art branching off her headstand. Angel collapsed out of the pose and the hostages scattered slightly. And started celebrating amount themselves High fives, hugs, slapping backs. In the background noise from the swat team tried invaded Reid's thoughts. But this only pushed him harder.
During the choas Reid ran to Angel's side. She was dazed and confused like see just woke up on a different planet. She looked up at Reid. Normally people would asked what was happening at this point, but Angel did need to. Angel spook to herself with an element of betrayal in her voice. "This was never a dream. The Torn Child,"
She quickly composed herself quickly, picked her self up and spook once to Reid.
"Reid, I'veseen some nasty things, I thought I dreamed it all. But now I'm awake and I'm seeing everything clearly," She eyed looked in the direction of her glasses acroos the stage.
"Call this number and say 'The Torn Child' is real and her intentions have come to pass," She handed him a piece of paper with a phone number on it.
"My legal future will be tough, I want you to guide me,"
Reid stared at the Phone number for a long minute then wrapped his arms around her. Her tears began staining his jacket, but he didn't care.
A few of the swat agents finally found the rehearsal studio. Reid reluctantly let the swat team take Angel away. Leaving one officer to servey the area, retreave Angels cracked glasses and make a hasty leave.
Reid stepped the side and took a closer look at the number Angel had handed staring at it for a long minute he called it.
A workman picked up answering with a formal greeting he'd obviously say a hundred time.
"I'm calling for Angel. She said 'The Torn Child' is real and her intentions have come to pass,"
He was silence for a minute. "Is anyone hurt,"
"No, But I need you to explain too me what 'The Torn Child' is,"
"Angel thought she had been having bad dream, they started during the coma. The dreams circled a lonely, depressed version of herself desperate enough to abduct so the dance could be preformed once without causalities. Her stat of sleep would be between rem sleep and coma. If her dreams were a perception of The Torn Childs' actions..."
"What is it,"
"Was anyone hurt,"
"Not during the performance,"
"Good, cause if she saw an injured she could completely unravel. The Torn Child, the five years of self loathing is likely to result in massive self harm."
"Hold a minute," Reid slammed his hand on the phone. "JJ, do you know if Rhiannon is coming to meet her sister,"
"I think she's her now,"
Reid ran to the staircase and found the swat team with Angel. In no time it was to late.
Rhiannon rushed through the doorway and bumped her. She muttered an apology, Angel was only concerned with was injured dancer in front of her. Beaten, battered and bruised, limping and a black eye, the sight was overwhelming.
Angel began clawing at her arms quickly advancing to punching herself. First in the arms once in the shoulder. Next the legs, mangling her hands Soon a final attempt her hit herself hard in the gut stumbling backwards dangerously close to the steep steps.
Reid jumped over the final stair railing without a moments thought. Propelled himself towards the the swat agents whom still hadn't processed what was happening. Reid grasped her wrists and yanked them way from the possible second coma moments from taking place on the steps behind her. They both fell to the ground and Angel began to cry his jacket all over again. And again it was one of the best fellings in the world.
The swat agents pulled Angel away roughly throwing way her glasses. Angels' vision had become equivalently unclear to the point she couldn't tell Reid from a light post. With that he let the swat team work in peace.
As the last of the swat agents exited the building Reid notice Morgan dragging a framilar girl in hand cuffs. It was Anna, Angel's dance partener.
"Hold up," Reid pulled Anna aside, Morgan shock him a agitatted look but he let it go. "Why are you here."
"I always have an extra practice on sundays. I need the time to choreograph my classes exersices and dances."
"So you are a teacher?"
"Yes, I have a key normally enter through the back so I don't disterb the few treachers doing the bills,"
"She's clear," Reid called to Morgan.
He obiously wouldn't give up the tough guy act, even after her #eight apology.
"Can I see Angel, I haven't seen her sense her last recital,"
Unfortunatly the car just had just pulled out of the parking lot.
Reid watched the cars solumly as the last cop car left the studioparking lot. Morgan set his hand on his shoulder, sending him about a mile into the air.
"What'a that kids?"
"I've never been happier to be so off about a profile," Reid said with effortless humor.
"Good one kid, let me see it," Morgan grabbed the paper. Reid didn't put up a fight. "It the number to a local theropist. My aunt went there after a bad night in Vegus,"
"Call him and ask about The Torn Child."
Morgan turned and punched in the number. No more then three minutes later he had nothing to say but "oh,"
"I know,"
"How on earth does a split personality occur during a coma?" Morgan's frustration bubbling up.
"An odd amount of brain active was rerouted to developing the second personality Instead of healing herself emotionally and The Torn Child tapped into the emotional motivation."
"Man that makes you think twice before taking a football to the face." Morgan said rather dry.
Reid cracked a smile for just a moment.
"Kids, I know there is something else your not telling me. Out with it."
"Angel was a great friend as a child. During the Seattle stranger case, she fell from the stage during her recital and hurt herself really badly. It's why she was in a coma in the first place,"
"Bummer."
"It's more then a bummer Morgan." Reid said shorting angry at himself." I had made an effort to attend every recital. During the first recital I missed she fell into a coma, that feels like more then a coincidence."
"Don't do this to yourself kid." Morgan grabbed his shoulders. "Your better off hearing about it then witnessing it anyway. There is no thing you could have done."
"I know, I just can't..."
"Kid you are coming with me and we are going to follow that ambulance to the hospital and you will see that wether or not you were there you can't change what happened."
Reid open his mouth to argue but Morgan jerked his arm so hard to pull him along that Reid believed for a moment it would become dislocated.
Over the next six hour they saw dozens of victims in the hospital with there families. most only had minor injuries. Rhiannon her sister Amilea and her boyfriend demetri were reunited. And they missed the jet back home. Luckily they had a gouverment vehical roadtrip ready.
Just outside of Quanitco Reid's train of thought was derailed.
"What is it kids,"
"To all those victims, dancing was there greatest escape. How will they dance again knowing that is what had them imprisioned,"
"Kid, I honestally don't know. Everyone finds a way to hand their truama, you really have to find a way to handle your,"
Fin
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