Criminal Minds: Alternate

Synopsis: While working on a case Morgan and Reid are injured and while comatose access an alternate universe that they must help make right before it is too late.

Chapter 1: Modern Love

"It's not really work, it's just the power to charm" - David Bowie

"You know, it's strange." Rubber gloves pick up a parts of a photo that were once housed by a now broken frame. "Unsubs don't usually just take the photo from the frame and rip it up, as well as shatter the frame."

"Slight over kill?" Morgan inquired. Nearby he was viewing the bookcase for anything suspicious.

"It's like breaking the frame wasn't enough, he had to destroy it all."

"But isn't that why he killed the couple in the first place?"

A wider view of the room and you would be faced with blood splattered on the walls of a quant country home. Flowers that once filled the room with scents of a season now thrown over the bodies of Pat and Pat Cradle.

"Think his problem was that they were both named Pat?" Morgan joked.

"You know it is unusual for a couple to be comprised by a singular unisexual name."

"Well, how many of them do you think there are out there, Pretty boy?"

"Well, Ashley-"

"Thank your lucky stars neither of our parents named us Ashley."

"Yeah, instead I have Spencer, it means "Administrator." At least with Derek you're meaning is "Famous Ruler.'"

"Ah, gotta love the name meanings conversation."

"That's great you two, but how about meanings regarding the throwing of the flowers, or all of the bed sheets being thrown in the tub with the water still running until the authorities come." JJ strolled in, her hair pulled behind her ears and a small grin covering her face. "Hotch actually just called, he needs you two to head to the coroner and see if you notice anything similar with another couple's bodies found three days ago. We're not sure if it's related, but in both cases the female was strangled."

"We're on it JJ." Both Reid and Derek took one last look at the room before marching down the steps to their SUV and to the coroner's office in Philadelphia.

They had arrived mid afternoon to begin work on the case and by the time they had approached where the victims were all now being darkness had settled in. The road to the office of the coroner was just outside of the city, nearby where the first victims were found off of Church Rd. A winding road that can be confusing if you are unaware of where you are going.

Now looking back, he's not sure if it was raining. Maybe it had just rained, making the roads slick. He recalls the car getting a flat tire about a mile away from their destination. A small banter with his colleague regarding if they should walk the mile, or if they should change the tire. They opted to change the tire. He recalls exiting the vehicle from the drivers side to approach the back of the large SUV to get the spare. He recalls the smell. It smells like it had just rained.

It must have just rained. And at that moment, as the artificial lights grew onto his figure he received his answer concerning the weather.

The rain looked almost suspended. Disappearing into the light as the light grew closer and closer. No horn, a sudden acceleration, and he felt light. He felt the wisp of rain drops lightly splash against his skin almost comically. Then suddenly, the motion of the evening rewound, and sped up, and then reality crashed into him as fast as the rain pounded, and as fast as his sensed returned and reeled.

"MORGAN!"

His name, he heard his name. He felt the blood on his face. The hot, metal touch he became so familiar with from this profession. His eyes were open and from his perspective there was his friend, his little brother flying from the front of the car roof almost sliding across it to get to the side in which he was now laying.

"MORGAN!"

Kid, what are you doing? Did you look at what hit me, was it a plane? A train? Of course it was a car, Derek. My fingers can move. Good.

"I called in for help, Morgan, stay with me." It was dark, he felt the young Doctors hand momentary on him, but he only vaguely remembers him being there. He remembered a feeling of glass then falling onto of him and the reflection on the car who's tire he wanted to change so direly; shift. Had the car been hit again? Where was Reid? What had happened?

Soon static overtook his senses mellowing out eventually to darkness.