Chapter 3

Morgan was pacing the room, alternating between holding the phone to his ear and checking the signal. The battery was running down rapidly and he was more than a little frustrated. The storm darkened the room and made it feel late, although his phone display said it was only just after six.

"Derek Morgan, I presume?"

The dulcet tones caused the agent to lift his head before recoiling a step in surprise. He recovered rapidly and offered his hand to the man in garters.

"Yes...yes, that's me. You are the person in charge here?"

Frank gave a throaty chuckle, a coy smirk gracing his lips. "The Master, yes."

Morgan wasn't sure why but he felt an uncomfortable shiver settle somewhere in his gut.

"Doctor Frank Furter," the doctor continued and shook the offered hand. "Your little friends told me you were here."

"Actually they are colleagues; FBI agents." The situation was running a little out of control. He didn't like the house, he didn't like the employees and he didn't like the man standing in front of him. Everything felt very...off. His instincts were saying something wasn't right, and since that didn't look like they were getting back-up any time soon, knowing that their guests were FBI agents might give their hosts room for pause.

Frank quirked an eyebrow, the smiling expression never leaving his face. He seemed more amused than surprised.

"But of course."

Derek waited a beat before adding, "I'd like to see my team mates."

The doctor's face took on a look of pain and he placed a hand dramatically on his chest.

"Alas my dearest Agent, that I cannot provide for you at this time. Your friends, they are fatigued with the cold and have retired to their rooms to change and rest." Morgan narrowed his eyes, and he felt his fingers twitch for his gun. "They have agreed to stay for dinner."

'Yeah? Under what duress?' he thought cynically.

"It wouldn't hurt you, Agent Morgan, to stay. You may yet be able to get through to your esteemed leaders, and at least you will have eaten."

His words were wheedling and persuasive, and Morgan had to admit the logic to them, much against his will and better judgement. He was also beginning to think that if they tried to leave the house now they were going to meet a lot of resistance. Better to pretend to go along with the whole thing and have a chance to sneak out later.

Seeing the look of resignation on the agent's face Frank pressed home his advantage.

"Splendid. Dinner will be served at nine." He glided towards the door and paused. "I wouldn't try to find your friends Agent. This is a very large house and they could have been placed in any one of the guest chambers. You might get hopelessly lost." His smile had an edge of warning to it, his tone sharper than before. "Much better to rest and wait until dinner."

Morgan merely stared at the man he was gradually beginning to profile.

"Now I must depart from you, my dear agent. I have other matters to attend to. Please," he smiled lasciviously, "make yourself at home."

The door clicked quietly shut, leaving Morgan alone with his unsettled feeling.

Garcia was still shell shocked by the fact that they had tried to take their clothes. Their sheer confidence of movement as they had begun to tug the wet dress over her head had almost meant she let them, right before common sense broke in and she scattered them with a yell. At some point they had already removed her jacket. She was relieved that Reid had refused to be separated from her and was having his own personal battle with the attempted clothing removers. Unbelievable.

Now they were in a giant circular room, with a balcony lining one wall, crowded with the crazy fans. Apparently she and Reid were special guests of honour so they got to stand on the main floor with all the random levers and the eerie mummified body in the glass tank. Lucky them.

Doctor Furter had flounced in some time ago, wearing a white lab coat, and pink rubber gloves. The lab coat she could cope with, but the pink gloves threw the whole image of scientist into the realm of mad scientist, and...was he talking about creating life?

Reid stood with his arms folded and his forehead creased in an incredulous look.

"You do not believe me, Doctor Reid?" Their host had sidled up to the agent, face expressing amusement and a superiority in the smile and the eyes.

"Honestly?" Reid raised his eyebrows and paused for a moment, before breathing out, "no."

"Fear not, unbeliever," Frank murmured quietly, before throwing his arms out in a sweeping gesture and announcing, "You will believe when you see!" He strode over to the tank holding the body and gripped the side. "Begin!"

With a great effort Riff Raff began to rotate a handle which lowered a strange contraption from the ceiling. Like a giddy child Frank darted around it, twisting dial after dial, while a rainbow of liquid poured into the tank and over the bandaged body. Liquid or...light? Garcia couldn't tell from this distance but was afraid to get any closer. Reid watched it all with a mixture of interest and distrust. After the last drop fell into the tank there was a moment of hush as the whole room held their breath, followed by a sharp intake of breath as one bandaged hand trembled and moved.

"No way," Reid interjected sharply, incredibly, and was cut a smug smouldering look by Doctor Furter.

The creature's hands gripped the edge of the tank and hauled itself into a standing position. With cautious movements Riff Raff and Doctor Furter approached, removing the head bandaged to reveal a smooth, blond face. Garcia gasped and gripped Reid's arm tightly, panicked.

"Reid, we need to get out of here. Things just ricocheted way off the creepy scale."

The doctor was too busy staring at the impossibility before him to really hear her words.

"How did he...do that?" he whispered.

Frank was fawning over his great scientific success. His rubber gloved hands skimmed over the smooth muscled body as he presented the being he called Rocky to his followers. Clearly he didn't get the appropriate response as with a huff he grabbed his creation's arm and marched him over to where Reid and Garcia stood.

"Now, Penelope...Doctor..." the added nuance made Reid's skin crawled, "What do you think of him?"

Reid seemed at a loss for words, much to Frank's delight so Garcia jumped in.

"Well...I don't tend to like men with too many muscles..." she replied, thinking of Kevin, but adding 'except maybe Derek Morgan' in her head, but Doctor Furter's response knocked it clean out. He snarled aggressively in a way they hadn't yet seen that sent fear skating down to her toes.

"I didn't make him for you!" He marched the blond over to a set of beautiful weights. "He carries the Charles Atlas seal of approval." Rocky picked up some of the weights and beamed at them with almost childish delight. "I mean look at that chin," Frank continued, "and that chest." He ran a finger suggestively down the length of Rocky's body and Garcia found herself looking away, a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. The childlike expression on the creation's face seared into her brain.

"Does he even know what is going on?" she whispered to Reid, her voice thick with tears.

Reid was feeling a similar unease. Whether Rocky was created or whether it had all been a trick was irrelevant. There was an innocence in his eyes that made him feel uncomfortable watching this.

A deep bleeping noise shattered their whispers. All heads turned to the red flashing light above the door labelled 'Deep Freeze'. The door creaked and rumbled before it descended with a crash. Frank yelled as he dived out of the way, almost being drowned out as another voice shouted "Eddie!"

Garcia gripped Reid's arm even tighter as a motorcycle roared into the room.

"Reid, are you seeing this?" she hissed.

Spence narrowed his eyes at the leather clad rider with a blood stained gash in his forehead.

"I'm not sure," he replied slowly.

The rider flung his glasses one way and his helmet another as he swung himself off the bike and looked around the room. Reid noticed that Frank glared at the newcomer with undisguised disgust. With slow measured steps Eddie approached Rocky and gave him a look up and down appraisingly before turning to look at Reid and Garcia and doing the same. Garcia couldn't help but feel the magnetism drawing her to the leather clad motorcyclist. The rest of the room seemed to feel it too, if their frozen appearance and looks of wonder were anything to go by. The girl who had screamed his name originally, Columbia she remembered, now threw herself at him and he spun her in his arms, kissing her so graphically that Garcia felt she had to look away. The word groupie came to mind.

"Good to see you too Baby," he crooned at her, before looking back at Doctor Furter, his face becoming a sneer. "Nice party you've got going on here Doc. Pity I had to crash it."

Frank tried to look dismissive and bored but Reid could see the tension in his jaw and gleam in his eyes. "Now really," he chastised, clearly with effort. "Is this any way to behave?"

Eddie ignored him and put Columbia to one side. He straddled his motorcycle and revved the engine, looking over at Rocky again with an edge in his eyes.

"Nice job."Rocky beamed at him excitedly and Eddie scrolled his eyes back to Furter. "Maybe when you're done with him I'll have a go."

Now the façade on Doctor Furter's face completely crumbled and pure fury seared from his gaze. Reid felt a pang of fear deep in his gut and began to reach for his weapon until he realised it wasn't there and dropped his hand helplessly. Meanwhile Eddie revved his engine again and with a squeal of tyres ploughed straight into the crowd of onlookers. With screams and yells they leapt to one side, some hanging over the edge of the overlooking platform in an attempt to get out of the way. With a whoop Eddie pulled his Bike to a stop back where he started and yanked Columbia into his arms again.

Garcia watched it all with equal parts fascination and confusion. Everything was in chaos with shouts and yells of fear and squeals of delight. The noise may have been why she wasn't aware of what was happening until it was almost over. It was all so fast she had no time to react. One moment everything was fine and then Doctor Furter was approaching Eddie with a pick axe, a maniacal smile on his face. Even then she still didn't realise what was going on; even when Eddie started to scream and crawl away along the floor. It was the girlfriend's screams that eventually reached her ears and the reality of what was happening hit her in the gut.

"Garcia!" The Pick axe fell and Reid grabbed her, turning her face into his body before she could see it cut through flesh. She heard it though. The slick and thunk; over and over until the screams ceased and only the girlfriend's whimpers could be heard. She felt Reid's tense posture and finally looked up into his face. One arm was still around her, keeping her from looking but the other was clenched at his side, hovering over the empty holster, like he had tried to draw his weapon. His eyes were haunted.

"I thought you said transvestites were gentle and non-violent," she croaked in shock.

"I did," Reid returned, white-faced, "I don't think he's a transvestite. Not really."

"Spence...what do we do?" Her voice faltered as she looked at the grim expression on the young agent's face.

"Nothing," he whispered hoarsely, "we can do nothing." His eyes turned away from the sickening sight of blood on ice and locked onto Penelope's. "We have to find Morgan."

"And now my lovely," Doctor Frank announced to the blond, muscled creation, "you shall be wholly mine. No further distractions." He switched so quickly from murder to seduction that the bottom dropped out of Garcia's stomach as she realised that she was face-to-face with one of the very monsters the team battled everyday. Frank linked his arm through Rocky's in a possessive grasp and proceeded to march him towards an archway, through which they could see a bed with silk, wine coloured sheets and thick curtains. Garcia felt her lips tremble and she pressed her hand to them. The creature, whatever he was, was so childlike, she couldn't help but think there was something really, really wrong here.

"Reid," she yelped. "We have to do something!"

The couple marching towards the bedroom suddenly halted as Frank's head slowly swivelled to fix her with a piercing look. His eyes chilled her blood.

"Riff Raff," he ordered and merely inclined his head towards the two agents before continuing his march. Her gaze was so fixated on the retreating figures that she missed what happened next.

Suddenly Reid's voice was in her ear, "Morgan will find us," he hissed, "wait for Morgan," and then his presence by her side was gone.

"Reid?" she began to turn but strong hands grabbed her arms and propelled her away. Frantically she twisted her neck to call for Reid again but he was similarly being forced in the opposite direction.

"What are you doing?" she shouted at the two individuals who held her as they steered her out of the doors and down several corridors. Before long Garcia could no longer tell which way they'd come as they stopped at a door and shoved her through. The door slammed behind her and the lock clicked. She was alone.