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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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'' 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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Michael looked between the two doors. Really all he could do was guess. ''Straight ahead?'' He suggested. ''We can always come back if need be.''

Michael aslo wasn't usually friendly with anyone from law enforcment, particularly FBI, but working together was the best chance of getting out for both of them.

''Shacks and decontamination zones don't sound too great.'' He commented, hoping Reid would say a little more about that.

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"True...we should be able to navigate back without issue."

"The BAU--basically the serial killer unit of the FBI-- is full of a lot of risk for kidnapping of agents. Agent Morgan likes to joke that I'm the most portable...." he trailed off as he looked right into the large parlor. A window!

Keeping his gun held tightly to his side, he made his way through the room and quickly got up to the window. Well this certainly wasn't helpful. He couldn't see more than a few feet into the distance but he couldn't exactly tell why. "Well, at least we know now we aren't in the desert, mountains, or tundra. Some help that is..."

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Michael froze on the spot at the name Sgent Morgan. It reminded him of Gretchen, the woman involved in the company, also in the FBI, she was the main one who'd kidnapped Sarah and LJ, holding their release in exchange for Michael breaking Whistler out of SONA.

''What's Agent Morgan's first name?'' He demanded, his tone as harsh and suspicious as it had been when they had first spoke.

For now he ignored the window, he ignored what Reid said about what he could see, he needed to know if Reid was refering to the same Agent Morgan he knew.

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Reid looked back, surprise etched on his face. "Morgan? His first name is Derek..." he paused. "You didn't have any run-ins with him back when he was a cop in Chicago did you?"

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Michael sighed in relief. ''No, I thought it might have been someone else - same surname.'' He explained, his tone much calmer now. He didn't think he knew Derek, but it was possible with Chicago being his hometown.

''The person who kidnapped Sara and LJ, their surname is also Morgan.''

Now more relaxed, he went to the window, only to find he really couldn't see much. ''Well that's informative...'' He sighed, getting back to the problem at hand.

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"Oh," Reid stated dumbly. "Well, Morgan is the 57th most common surname in the United States. There's bound to be some sort of confusion."

He turned back to the window and banged the flat of his fist against the glass. It didn't so much as vibrate. "Bulletproof or very strong tempered glass most likely. I doubt I could get through it, even if I exhausted all my ammo..."

"We're better off exploring the rest of this place for the time being."

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Michael nodded in agreement. He was pleased Reid seemed to know something about glass, at least it meant he wasn't going to have to waste time explaining why it couldn't be broken when they came across things like that.

''I say go back to finding some stairs. Get to the lowest level and work up.''

He put Sara and LJ out of his mind for the moment. Whistler was out of SONA since they'd just got out when Michael arrived here, and his brother, Lincoln was still around to make the exchange - at least as far as he knew.

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"That seems the best option seeing as how I can't get any bearings. I doubt I could even see the stars enough if it were night to do astrological calculations on our possible coordinates."

He'd exited the room by now, more tense than he had been moments before. The whole place was disorienting him, overwhelming him, and he definitely had to keep it together for now. At the end of the hallway, he finally saw something beneficial.

"Well I find some stairs. That actually go somewhere, even. Up."

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Michael looked away from the window at the mention of stairs that went somewhere. ''Is there anything below us?'' He asked as he also exited the room, now feeling they were making at least a little progress.

This place was definately strange, he couldn't understand why someone would use such an expensive looking place, as a place to keep people captive.

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"Not that I can see. We could always circle back to the other wing, before going up just to be sure. I get the feeling, though this house isn't laid out in any predictable manner."

Spencer stood silently for a few seconds before making his next proclamation. "I feel...I feel like we're being watched by something."

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Michael also had the feeling of being watched. A place of captivity - lawful prison or not, there was always someone watching those inside. ''We most likely are being watched.'' He agreed.

He looked up the stairs, making a note in the pad about their location and the surrounding rooms. ''Maybe we should stick to this floor for now. I can draw a map as we move, we can get back to here if we don't find anything else.''

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"Perhaps there are security cameras concealed around here..." Reid posited. "Should we attempt to map those out too? Or at last possible locations for them...."

"Let's turn around and try to get the rooms we missed before."

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Security camera's, there were loads of possible locations. The people responsible were clearly wealthy - therefore they'd be able to afford the tiny ones that could literelly be almost anywhere. ''I wouldn't be surprised if there were camera's, there could be any number of possible locations though.''

Michael looked around. Corners on the ceiling were popular locations. ''I agree, we should map the rooms we missed.''

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Reid sighed. He liked having a better lay of the area than this. He felt like he was just walking around blind. It frustrated him; it overwhelmed him. Now was not the time to deal with that though he wished he could. They'd just have to turn around again, it seemed.

"I saw three doors on the way to the staircase. Perhaps they lead somewhere more hopeful."

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Michael nodded. ''There's only one way to find out.'' He headed towards the first door. He too was frustrated with his lack of knowledge of this place. He'd entered Fox River with all the information he needed, not only about the building, but about inmates and staff aswell. He'd been prepared.

''There's got to be a cle about this place somewhere.''