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Nobody had any idea what happened. One minute the team was being briefed on a new case, the next they were in what looked like a cinema mixed with a living room. There were plush couches everywhere, small lamps on the side tables, paintings on the walls, and the room had an overall homey feel to it, but right in the centre was a huge big screen TV. Sitting on a couch looking equally confused was-
"Elle!"
The woman in question looked up. "Reid?" She looked around. "Morgan, Garcia, Gideon, Hotch, JJ- what are you all doing here?"
"According to this note, we are watching something on that television." JJ announced from one of the side tables. The note she was holding looked old and yellowed.
"Is there any specific information?" Prentiss asked, going around to look over JJ’s shoulder.
“No, but it does say that- “
“HELLO.” Everyone in the room collectively jumped at the sudden loud voice that had come from the TV. “Is it just me, or does that sound like a young girl?” Whispered Morgan.
“WELCOME TO… WELL, THE PLACE WHERE YOU HAVE NO CONTROL OVER WHAT HAPPENS. WELL, YOU DO BUT- umm hold on, let me just…” there was a brief silence then the sound of rustling papers filled to room. The room's occupants exchanged looks with each other.
“aha! Ok here goes. HELLO AND WELCOME TO THE PLACE OF SECRETS REVEALED. TO MAKE SURE I HAVE THE RIGHT PEOPLE I’M GOING TO HAVE TO TRANSPORT YOU BACK TO YOUR PRIMARY SCHOOL DAYS AND HAVE YOU ANSWER A ROLL. SORRY. SPENCER REID?”
“Here?” Reid said cautiously.
“EXCELLENT! AARON HOTCHNER?”
“Present.” Hotch answered. If you didn’t know him you would think that he was completely unfazed by all of this, but the team could see he was in a state of shock.
“DEREK MORGAN?”
“Hi.”
“JENNIFER JAREOU?”
“Here”
“PENELOPE GARCIA?”
“Right here.” She said nervously.
“HI, SWEETHEART. JASON GIDEON.”
Gideon didn’t answer. He was staring at the TV; no doubt trying to profile it and figure out what was happening.
“JASON, I CAN SEE THAT YOU’RE HERE, BUT I’M GONNA NEED YOU TO SAY SOMETHING.”
“What are you?” came his reply a few seconds later.
“BRILLIANT! EMILY PRENTISS.”
“Hello.”
“FANTASTIC. AND LAST, BUT NOT LEAST, ELLE GREENAWAY?”
“I’m here. What do you plan to do with us?” Elle immediately questioned.
“WELL, ELLE, THAT IS A VERY GOOD QUESTION. A QUESTION THAT HAS ALREADY BEEN ANSWERED. JASON, CARE TO READ OUT THE NOTE?”
Gideon slowly put on his glasses and took the note from JJ. He looked around the room before reading,
“Dear members (and former member) of the BAU. This is a place between your world and the world I am from. Here, you will watch videos that are from your past. This can either bring you closer together or tear you apart. Only you can choose.
Enjoy.”
As Gideon finished talking, the television turned on with a blast of white noise. The words SIT DOWN appeared on the screen. Prentiss plonked herself down next to Elle and introduced herself, in a matter of seconds they were debating over whether the note was written by the voice that spoke out of the TV. JJ, Reid and Morgan ended up sharing a couch and Hotch and Gideon had their own armchairs. Garcia made room for herself next to Elle and moved their conversation away from the voice. Snacks appeared on coffee tables and side tables, drinks popping into existence next to them. Then, the screen faded to black and the video began…