A psychopathic unsub appears to be targeting the entire team; meanwhile, Reid gets poisoned with LSD. (Some people might die. Or become murderers. Or go insane. Depends on my mood.) I don't own criminal minds or any of the…(blahblahblah.)
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"All we have to believe with is our senses, the tools we use to perceive the world; our sight, our touch, our memory. If they lie to us, then nothing can be trusted. And even if we do not believe, then we still cannot travel in any other way than the road our senses show us; and we must walk that road to the end." -Neil Gaiman
His teammate's cry was barely distinguishable, coming to him from the opposite end of a long hallway. Reid gritted his teeth, put his fingers on the doorknob in front of him, and pushed.
He felt a few moments of the familiar frightened anticipation; then let out a sigh of relief."Clear!" Reid shouted back. He turned and walked out of the room, looking around for Morgan. He could feel his heart start to decelerate. They had checked all of the rooms, which meant that they were unlikely to encounter a psychotic unsub with a pickaxe; which meant a definite improvement to his morning.
However, he heard no reply from his friend. Reid frowned, but ultimately decided that he wasn't concerned; Morgan probably hadn't heard him.
"Morgan!" Reid shouted, louder this time. "The house is empty! Let's go!"
There was no reply.
Nervously, Reid started walking faster towards the other end of the hallway. "Morgan? Hello?" He suddenly heard a loud, clamoring crash from the other room; he put his hand on his gun, broke into a full-on sprint, and burst into the room seconds later.
"Hey!" Reid stopped in his tracks as he came face to face with a surprised looking Morgan, who had simultaneously been trying to exit the room. "Calm down, kid! You trying to kill me?"
Sheepishly, Reid lowered his gun. He peered into the room; nothing appeared to have been broken.
"I said the room was clear," Morgan said, raising his eyebrows. "I don't do that for my health, you know."
Reid gesticulated confusedly with his hands. "Um," he said. "You didn't answer. I heard…I heard a crash."
Morgan frowned. "Crash? I didn't hear anything."
"It was—" he paused, then scratched his head. "It was a crash," he repeated. "Like…you know that sound when a drum-set falls over?"
Morgan shook his head slowly. "I think I would have heard that," he said.
"It was…" Reid sighed. "It was coming from your room," he snapped.
"Maybe something outside?" Morgan suggested diplomatically. Reid scowled back at him—he didn't like the look Morgan was giving him.
"Never mind," Reid muttered. "This house is freaking me out. Let's go."
They met Hotch and JJ a few miles away to have lunch.
"So then," Morgan was saying, as they were all sitting down, "Just as I was about to leave that place, Reid decided that he was going to try and kill me, and—"
"Oh, shut up," Reid snapped. JJ laughed at his angry expression, but Hotch raised his eyebrows.
"Everything alright, Reid?" he asked.
"Super," he muttered. "Maybe if Morgan had thought about answering me—"
"It was hard to hear in there," Morgan said hurriedly. He quickly turned his attention to the waitress, who had just arrived.
Reid let out an irritated sigh, then turned his gaze towards the window. It's Morgan who's losing it, not me, he assured himself. He wasn't paying enough attention…he needs to pay better attention to those kinds of things. Then he frowned as his eyes fixated on an object in the distance. It was a rabbit.
Pretty common in Vermont around this time of year, he told himself. So why can't I stop staring at it? He frowned, thought about it for a moment, then realized; he wasn't staring at the rabbit. The rabbit was staring at him.
"Reid! Pay attention!" Hotch said, snapping his fingers in front of Reid's face.
Reid blinked, then turned towards the waitress. "Oh," he said. "Sorry. I'll have a coffee."
The waitress nodded, then turned and left the table.
"You sure everything's alright, Reid?" Morgan asked.
"Sure," Reid said. So what if a rabbit is staring at you? Who cares? "Fine."
"Well," Hotch said, "I think we can assume that the unsub will keep moving south. It's too late to set up roadblocks, but maybe if we can get ahead of him we can stop him from getting further."
"We don't know that he'll keep moving south," Morgan said.
"The geographical profile—"
"I know, but what if this guy's main goal isn't killing?" Morgan asked.
"He's got a destination," JJ said suddenly, meeting Morgan's eyes.
"Exactly," Morgan said, "If he's in the middle of a psychotic break, he might be on some sort of mission. If we can find out what and where his endgame is, we can—"
"I think that rabbit is getting closer."
Everyone on the team broke off and turned to stare at Reid.
"I'm sorry?" Morgan asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.
"No—seriously," Reid said, nodding out the window. "Look at it. It's staringat me."
Everyone stared out the window.
"There's no rabbit out there, Reid," JJ said eventually.
"No, you don't—okay, look," Reid said, clumsily pushing Morgan out of the way and getting to his feet. "That rabbit is—woah." Reid let out a gasp as the room tilted sideways. "Are we having an earthquake?"
Everything was spinning very strangely; Reid put his hands up to stop himself from falling, before he realized there was nothing to hold onto. "What's happening?" he demanded, looking back at the team of coworkers; who appeared to be spinning as well. He tried to take a step towards them; but his foot seemed to make contact with nothing but air. It felt like he was floating blindly for several seconds; then he collapsed to the floor.
Morgan felt a jolt of panic when he watched his friend fall over. "Reid!" he got to the ground and pulled him into a sitting position. His friend was conscious, but his eyes were unfocused, darting rapidly around the room. "What the hell is wrong with him?" he shouted at Hotch. People in the restaurant were staring at them.
"The last major earthquake in Vermont was on April tenth, 1962," Reid said. "Did you know that Australian rabbits destroy over $600 million dollars worth of crops every year?"
"Wait," Hotch said, slowly. Morgan moved out of the way as he approached, then bent down very close to Reid's face and stared into his eyes.
"It was a 4.2 on the Richter scale," Reid said, dazedly.
"His pupils are dilated," Hotch muttered. He stepped back and shook his head slowly.
"What?" Morgan asked.
"Am I going to die?" Reid asked.
Hotch stood up and stared at Reid with a half concerned, yet mildly amused expression. "No," he said. "I have no idea how, Reid, but I think you're tripping on acid."
"What?" JJ demanded, sliding out of the booth and taking a step closer.
"He's high on LSD," Morgan offered helpfully. JJ shot him an irritated look.
"I know," she snapped, "I mean, why would he be high on LSD?"
Morgan shook his head slowly. "I have no idea…" he trailed off. "You think…maybe it was an accident?"
"Or someone poisoned him," Hotch said, darkly. "Reid? You need to tell us everything you've eaten or drank in the last hour." Reid didn't respond, however; he was staring at some point past Hotch's shoulder.
"It couldn't have been here," JJ said, "We haven't even gotten our drinks yet."
"Did you know that some rabbits can run up to thirty-five miles per hour?" Reid asked dazedly. "That's faster than cats."
"What's he talking about?" JJ asked. She seemed to find no part of the situation even remotely amusing, and was staring at Reid with wide eyes.
"Doesn't matter," Hotch said, "We need to take him to a hospital. We've got no idea what kind he's taken, how much, what kind of side effects, if it even is LSD, specifically…"
"Right," Morgan said. "Come on, kid."
"Hey!" Reid shouted, as Morgan tried to grab his arm. "Which dimension is this?"
"The third dimension," Morgan said bemusedly, trying once again to grab a hold of Reid's arm.
"No," Reid said somberly, "I'm serious. Let's look at this graphically. If we don't calculate the vector correctly, we aren't going to know."
"I liked it better when he was talking about rabbits," Morgan muttered to Hotch.
"You can't take me!" Reid shouted. "You can't take me anywhere!"
"Come on, Reid," Morgan snapped. "We're just going for a quick car-ride. I promise we'll stay in the same dimension the entire time. Okay?"
"Did you know," Reid said, "That if you cut a hole through the center of the earth and eliminated friction and air pressure, if would take you forty-two minutes to get to the other side? Did you know that?"
"I didn't know that," Morgan said, patronizingly. "Thank you, Reid. Let's get to the car. Okay?"
Morgan managed to lead a confused looking Reid to the car, which was waiting outside.
"Are you sure there's no earthquake?" Reid demanded.
Morgan rolled his eyebrows. "Yes, Reid, I can promise you that there's—" he broke off suddenly as he felt the ground move ever so slightly underneath him.
"That's good," Reid muttered, "It would've killed all the rabbits."
Morgan turned to look at JJ and Hotch, who were approaching the car several steps behind him. "Hey," he said, "Did you guys feel—"
Morgan was cut off as an unmistakable lurch flung him from his feet; he let out a shout, covering his face, and stared blankly ahead with an open mouth at the pile of rubble and fire which had formerly been a diner.
"Wha…?" Morgan turned to stare at Hotch and JJ, who were lying side by side on the ground. "What just happened?"
Hotch was already taking out his cell phone. "We need an fire engines and an ambulance here," he said, "117, Garrett lane. The building has just exploded. Get Vermont PD down here now."Hotch closed his phone and stared ahead blankly, breathing heavily. JJ hadn't moved the entire time; she seemed to be frozen in shock.
Hotch turned towards Morgan, recovering surprisingly quickly from the shock they had just experienced. "Either we're the most unlucky people in the world," he said, "Or the unsub hasn't left Vermont. He's not psychotic. He's psychopathic, and he knows where we are and what we're doing.
"We were just in there," JJ said softly; it seemed like she was unable to take her eyes off the building.
Morgan heard sirens in the background. "That means that Reid getting poisoned wasn't an accident, either," he muttered. He shook his head, trying to clear it.
Hotch's eyes widened suddenly, looking somewhere above Morgan's head. "What?" Morgan demanded.
Hotch blinked. "Where is Reid?" he asked sharply.
Morgan whipped his head around; while he had assumed that his friend had fallen to the ground beside him, there was nobody there.
"He was…he was right here…"Morgan sat up and looked around, wide-eyed. He got to his feet, then looked inside the car. "Reid! REID!"
He looked around desperately for several moments, calling Reid's name. Hotch and JJ got to their feet and began searching, too—but there was no sign of him anywhere in the parking lot. He was gone.
"He can't have gone far," Morgan said, frantically. He glanced over at Hotch—but his friend was already halfway across the parking lot, describing Reid to one of the police officers that had just arrived.
"This is bad," JJ said frantically, coming up beside him.
"How could I have let this happen?" Morgan snapped, furious with himself, "He thought there was an earthquake, for God's sake. He's terrified—not in his right mind—of course he would've run off."
"The building exploded," JJ said, "You could hardly have been ready for that. It's the unsub's fault, not yours."
"If he's on LSD," Morgan muttered, ignoring her, "The trip could last for twelve hours. Maybe more."
"We'll find him," JJ said. "Don't worry. We always do."
Hotch approached them. "There was another attack five miles from here," he said. "At a gas station. Rossi and Prentiss were just outside."
They all froze. "Are they alright?" Morgan demanded.
Hotch nodded. "They're driving over now," he said. He shook his head slowly, then turned and stared as the EMTs pushed stretchers out of the collapsed rubble. "Morgan was right about the unsub having a target," he said. "But was wrong about what it was. The murders were just a ploy to get us interested in the case." He turned to face the pair of them with a weary look on his face. "The target is us."
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