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[eideticagent]

Characters: Spencer Reid, OPEN
Setting: Entrance Hall
Time: Day 20
Summary: Dr. Reid's arrival at the House.
Warnings: None

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[01scofield_m]

Michael, having only just arrived himself had been in the entrance hall making note of every structual detail of the room. He'd already figured he was going to have to escape if he had any chance of getting out of here. Still, he'd organised the first successfull escapes from two maximum security prisons in the past, so he was confident he could do it.

While he was busy examining the joinery of the walls to the floor, he suddenly became are of the distinct feeling someone was behind him. He turned around to see someone stood against the door.

''When did you get here?'' Michael asked, almost certain the other hadn't come from another room. It almost looked like the other had come through the main door. The locked door.

Michael was on alert, maybe this other was one of them. Responsible for this?

((Hope you don't mind me jumping in))

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((Don't mind at all!))

Reid jumped slightly, hand automatically flying to his revolver. He stopped when noticed the man wasn't armed, though experience had taught him that looks were deceiving and you didn't have to have a gun to be dangerous. Still, he released the handle, eyeing the other man with a much steadier look than he felt he was capable of giving.

"Just now..." He had a vague feeling he'd seen the other man before. He wished his eidetic memory applied to pictures as well as the written word. He reached into a pocket and pulled out his FBI id. He wasn't excellent at commanding an air of authority himself, but with the badge, he generally didn't need to. "What is this place?"

[01scofield_m]

Michael raised his hands in defence, noting the other's movements towards the revolver. FBI? That confirmed it. he was part of the company.

''I'm sure you know very well how I got here. What have you done Sara and LJ?'' He demanded, convinced the other was involved with the company.

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Reid tilted his head to the side at the man's accusations. "I can assure you I have no idea what or who you're talking about," he said calmly, hoping to assuage the other's anger. Though he wasn't sure if the stranger would attack him, he definitely knew he didn't want to shoot. That could bring unwanted attention from whoever was running this place. And he didn't exactly have the best history with aiming. Combined with the strange nature of this place, he wasn't sure what would happen if he missed the shot and the guy came after him.

He doubted he could run. He'd just barely gotten off of the cane a week ago, Hotch hadn't even cleared him for field work yet.

"Unless Sara and LJ are serial killers or related to them, than I wouldn't have met them. That's what my branch of the FBI deals with. My name is Dr. Reid. Who are you?"

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Michael listened as the other spoke. Of course Lj and Sara weren't serial killers. He calmed a little when the other stated his name. Michael had heard of most of the people involved in the company, and the name Reid didn't sound familiar. Besides, if this guy was from the company, he'd definately have known who Michael was.

''I'm Michael.'' He said, his tone calmer, yet still a little sceptical. He didn't take anything at face value. ''Michael Scofield.''

He watched for the others reaction. Michael was widely known about throughout law enforcment. They kind of got involved when Michael started organising prison breaks. ''I just got here not long before yourself. I'm not sure what happened.'' He explained. The moment before he arrived here, he'd been in Panama, running from SONA.

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Reid's eyes widened slightly at the confession of identity. It certainly explained where he'd seen him before: Wanted posters at FBI headquarters and the school at Quantico. He didn't seem dangerous though, at least not at the moment. And having a prison breaker here might actually be of use. He could practically hear Hotch, Morgan, and Rossi in his head screaming at him to not trust this person, and the memories of what happened when his instincts had been wrong before came flashing back as well

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'' Georgetown?'' Michael was surprised. ''I was in Panama - Mexico.'' The distance between the two places made it almost impossible to guess where this place was. He didn't tell the other what he was doing. Telling an FBI agent he'd just escaped another prison would be plain stupid - even in here

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Reid was also surprised by the distances between them at the times they went missing. He tried not to show it; he was supposed to be some kind of authority figure. At least now that Hotch and Morgan and Rossi weren't here. He was so used to playing good cop, he wasn't sure he could go out of that mode

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''It doesn't look like we need to be armed just yet.'' Michael said simply. ''Though that may change depending on what we find

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Spencer visibly relaxed. It was a very good sign, at least to him, that Scofield didn't take the gun. He did take his gun out though, and held it tightly to his side. "Keep behind me then. Just in case."

As he edged towards the door off to the side of the room, he couldn't help but go into professor mode. "It's not that I actively distrust you. And I'm a profiler, not a detective. We study human behavior and forensic sociology and such...." He threw the door open, only to point his revolver at at a bunch of fur coats. "And I can't get a good geographical profile without windows, unfortunately. Hopefully, somewhere in here has enough of a view to give a good point of reference."

Reid got a distinct feeling he wouldn't get a signal anywhere in the house. Whether this had to do with location or that whoever took them had cell phone jammers. He turned towards the only other opening and cautiously made his way in front of Scofield, hoping nothing would be waiting for them that he wasn't prepared for.

[01scofield_m]

Michael nodded. A profiler, now that could be very useful. Someone who was able to think like another. If Reid could distinguish the thought process of the people responsible, and Michael could analyse the structual details of this this, they'd stand a good chance

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Reid slung his messenger bag in front of him and flipped it open with one hand, the other still training the gun on the empty room in front of him. He dug around for a few seconds before his hand found purchase on what he was looking for. He tossed the small legal pad with a pen in the spirals at Scofield. "Don't know if it's big enough to be of any help, but that's all I got right now. Flip passed the notes."

He'd been taking notes on a case with a serial rapist in Kentucky. A sharp pang of guilt hit him: if he was here, then he'd left the rest of the team with a weak spot. And again, so soon after his disability leave. He knew he shouldn't feel so personally responsible about the victims, shouldn't feel like he'd abandoned them, but he did.

He scanned the seemingly empty room, keeping his eyes peeled at everything and hoping that if he did have to shot, his dumb luck kicked in once again and he didn't end up taking out a lamp instead.

[01scofield_m]

Michael passed through the notes to an empty page. He did of course glance at names - mainly just to see if there was anything about anyone he knew. When he saw notes about a serial rapist, he instantly looked for the name - nothing about T-bag, the one man he'd happily betrayed and left in SONA. Noting there was nothing about anyone he knew - and nothing relating Reid to the company, he flipped past the notes without reading details.

''This will be fine.'' He nodded, knowing he could tear pages out and number them or something so they could be layed out in the relevant order if need be. As they entered the empty room, Michael instantly became distracted, closely examining every detail of decor, joinery, dimensions - everything about the rooms construction. He began drawing his blue print like plans, making notes on visible construction details, and making an educated guess at the none-visible details.

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This room at least seemed to be clear, though after stumbling upon Scofield in the other room he wasn't 100% sure. Still, he cautiously lowered his gun to his side.

"At least this room seems safe for the time being." He looked back at Scofield taking extra care to notice every detail of the room. He wondered if the other man had a similar photographic memory to his, Scofield's being in visual instead of written cues. "Though I'm not sure how safe we are in general...."

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''How safe we are is yet to be determined.'' Michael said rather matter-of-factly as he finished his sketch and notes.

''I very much doubt we're alone.'' He looked up at Reid as he spoke.

Once he decided he was finished in this room, he went out, heading towards the next when he stumbled on something strange. The stair case not leading anywhere - seeming to literelly go no where.

He stood and looked at it for a long moment. ''Now that's interesting.'' He muttered, more to himself than to Reid.

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"Agreed. There has to be someone here even if we can't determine where..." He followed Scofield and looked up at the staircase as well, his mind buzzing with facts and figures.

"There have been cases of stairs leading to nowhere in real life..." he he reeled off. "The Winchester Mystery House being the most famous example. There are many examples in literature as well...Hill House from Shirley Jackson's novel....House of Leaves by Danielewski....But I've never seen it in real life."

"Whoever built this house must have a strange sense of humor." A feeling of inexplicable cold dread ran down him as he said this.