Author's Note:

If I'm not writing as often soon it isn't because I have given up on this story, it is because I need time to think. Right now I am writing because I need to. I love to write and I need keep writing to get better at it. This is my writing.

Okay and not all of what is written about the Middle Ages is accurate and I use very vague terms for sword fighting.

Chapter 13:

After a comfortable sleep in the Eifel Tower, Agent Rose put in some calls and found no new suspicious murders had occurred overnight. She was not surprised by the lack of development.

"He knows you have the magic of Diane," she after a sipping some tea, "he wants to see how you come after him once you have mastered the magic you were given."

Garcia waved her hand again slightly. "How do I fit into all of this exactly? I am not really much of a fighter.

"You'll be working from behind the scenes as usual. I'll have a station set up the field office " Rose said. "Everyone will be linked in and you can provide information when necessary."

Garcia breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness."

Hotch still looked concerned while he buttered a scone. "So what exactly does that mean he will strike after a training session?"

Rose grabbed another spoonful of eggs. "He is going to strike regardless. But if you aren't trained he is going to strike a softer target to make a bigger message. I am having someone use a locator spell frequently in the event we can find a trace of him."

Morgan shook his head before grabbing another piece of ham. "That guy is all about respect."

Hotch agreed. "I suggest we follow the lead of Agent Rose and tread carefully. We may have new abilities, but does not make our job any easier."

Emily massaged her temples before pushing her plate aside. "I thought that was fairly obvious yesterday," she said. "I can't remember the last time I tried to fight without even making a punch."

Rossi nodded. "If everyone is like Coyle than I really hope you have a Miyagi training montage planned."

"Then you'll be disappointed," Rose said with a note of irritation. "I'd love for you all to stop beating yourself but I know is not that simple. Coyle was an enemy you were not intended to fight. He is supposedly a power for good and on 'our side' so no attack would have been effective."

J.J. asked the question they were all wondering. "Then what about Reid's attack?"

Reid refused to look anyone in the eye as he stirred sugar in his tea. "I barely remember parts of that attack. All I know is that my mom hated him and so when given the opportunity to protect my team while fighting him, I used everything I had."

The team felt sad for him as they knew how much he valued his memory. Rose cut the tension by tapping the table to make the plates disappear.

"It is time to train," she said.

…

Everyone but Garcia stood on top of an enlarged platform on the Eifel tower no one could see. Reid remarked on the way there that structurally it looked like the Space Needle. Smiles were passed as it was nice to hear some "Reid-speak." Now they all stood there in their FBI vests holding swords that were once their guns.

Agent Rose in front of them holding forward the blade. "I know you don't think these can do much compared to your guns or the magic Reid and I have demonstrated but trust me when I say they are your best weapons."

Morgan tested the weight of the sword. "It is weird but it does feel like my gun in some ways. It is heavy in same way and the grip feels the same way too.

Rose nodded. "Look at the grip closely."

Morgan did and noticed a tiny reflective surface. "A flashlight?" he asked.

"Yes," she said walking down across them. "You'll notice each sword is different. Much like your gun as they are different makes and models but share the same uses."

Rossi examined his blade. "I still fail to see how these blades will fight off anything like the magic we've seen so far."

In one swift motion Rose threw her sword in at Rossi's chest. As if acting on instinct, he used his sword to the trajectory and expertly swung and flipped it around until he was holding two swords.

"How did I just do that?" he said staring at the two swords he was now holding.

"It was how you would have defended yourself with your gun," she said. "A lot of the magic has knight-like qualities as in the muscle memory of holding a gun has transformed into that of using a sword."

Reid cut in. "Actually the swords of the knights of the round table are pieces of magic unto themselves because in real-life most swords were not that sharp. They were of the used in real life like crowbars as few people were trained to be swordsmiths. It was actually the knights of the Round Table that inspired many what is considered Renaissance stagecraft such as duels."

Rose watched the reactions of the agents and nearly smiled. This was the Reid they knew.

J.J. adjusted her bullet-proof vest. "Can this withstand a sword attack then?"

"Who would like to find out?" Rose called as Rossi gave back her sword.

Emily dropped hers. "Don't hold back," she said bravely.

"Wouldn't dream of it," Rose said and threw her sword straight at her stomach.

It bounced off as if it were nothing.

Reid cut in again. "The idea of thick heavy armor is another misconception. Many soldiers would die of dehydration or drown if they fell into a body of water due to the weight. Heavily woven fabric actually the ideal form of defense is it easier to remove and was commonly used even in Roman times. The vests we are wearing are would have been suitable for war in medieval times. It is truly a unique mixture of myth and reality in the magic we're using."

There weren't as many grins this time around Rose noted. She saw something looked almost like fear.

Morgan spoke up. "Reid you're using swords like the rest of us?"

"Why wouldn't I?" he asked innocently.

"Because you can throw lightning balls," Rossi said.

"But I am a knight," Reid said turning to Hotch. "I answer to you."

"That doesn't negate your original abilities," Hotch turned to Rose "The same goes for you too Rose."

Rose didn't agree. "Reid and I can use magic outside your command, but when we face threats relating to Fisher King with you, using the same tools are equally powerful," she said. "This spell-gift works because we have been summoned as Knights of the Round Table."

No one looked convinced. Rose mentally spun through ideas. She looked at Reid "Train them."

He looked shocked "What me?"

She made eye contact with each at each of them. "You are among the best FBI agents in the country; it should only take Agent Reid a half-hour before we go the field office for all of you to be trained and fully competent in swordsmanship."

She turned to Hotch. "Agent Hotchner come with me for some private training and debriefing as head of this field office."

One look told her everyone was thinking the same think. She was in charge because their agent had thrown her supervisor out a window.

…

"Your agents are afraid of Spencer Reid," she said as they practiced some basic fencing moves.

"We're not afraid him so much as shocked," Hotch and Rose knocked him off balance quickly in response. Hotch lashed out.

"Every year he receives a waiver for the physical fitness part of the FBI evaluation," he said as he blocks three of her moves, "and suddenly I feel more inclined to more likely send him in to lead a raid rather than Morgan."

Rose switched hands and began another set of swings. "Morgan is still your 'heavy hitter.' This is the same team except it has been enhanced with additional skills to face off against a different enemy."

Hotch switched hands also discovered it wasn't a terribly difficult change. "What of the Fisher King though? Will he have a sword or magic fireballs?"

Rose rolled her eyes. "Magic fireballs, honestly," she sighed "The Fisher King can use fireballs but they won't be as effective given your armor and skills," she changed to a double grip "he will fight you with a sword though."

Hotch followed her lead. "Why are you so concerned about the way my team reacted to his actions yesterday? That sort of thing may be common-place in your world but no ours."

Rose fought harder with a manic edge. "Your world is the same as Reid's," she said fiercely. "He doesn't want any part of mine! He is only doing what is required by the job and to survive," she put all her weight into her moves. "Don't treat him any differently because of that!"

Hotch was barely keeping up as he felt the weight of the statements. "Reid looks so much like he fits in here. Sometimes I feel as though I still take his intellect for granted as he could be doing so many other different things. It looks like you could use him given your staffing difficulties."

Rose slowed her moves ever so slightly and smirked. "Staffing difficulties is one way of putting it but the truth is magic is pretty to the point of blinding. He missed you guys terribly the other night. Trust me when I say the feeling of isolation hits hard when you have magic but it makes you feel different in a way that isolates you from your friends."

Hotch matched her motions. "Is that why you wanted to train alone with me?" he asked. "To make sure I understood how the sense of isolation is felt by both Reid and the rest of the team?"

Rose nodded. "He is a member of your round table where everyone is treated with equal respect."

Hotch stopped fighting and approached her. "Do you think I treat you with equal respect?"

"We both hold experience as supervisors," she said, "and also as a recently added knight I can see things that are not always easily apparent."

Hotch bowed his head in respect. "Thank you Agent Rose for your candor and insight."

Rose curtsied in response. "It is my pleasure to serve as assist Agent Hotchner," she said and walked towards the exit. "I'll give you ten minutes to address your team in private and then we'll meet inside where I'll teleport all of you to the field office."

"Thank you" he said again and followed her.