Hey, folks!

Some reviewers have been asking me for a sequel to REALLY wrap up this story. I'm warming up to the idea slowly, so I decided to throw the ball at you guys.

Would you liked to see a sequel for this story?

I put some info and a trailer down below to help you guys make up your minds.

Would a sequel be a good idea? PLEASE, let me know what you think!

Take care!

-Sandy

TITLE: And Then There Were Two

SUMMARY: Four months have passed, and the team is struggling to cope without Spencer Reid with a new girl, Ashley Seaver, having taken over his place. But then new traces of Liam appear, sending them to his tracks once more. But Liam is already one step ahead – the man finds out Reid is alive, and does the unthinkable to smoke the genius out of hiding. How will this new nightmare end? Will Reid and the rest of them walk out alive this time?

TAKES PLACE: Four months after 'And Then There Were None.

PAIRINGS: None. I know, several of you find that part disappointing (and I personally love creating pairings). But somehow it'd feel a bit like cheating to throw in one now. (winces) But no worries, there'll be romance stories from me later (if you want to read such, of course)! And there'll be A LOT of family-bonding/loving. (grins)

WARNINGS: As you've probably come to notice my stories are VERY brutal. So there'll most likely be blood, torture, gore, at least mentions of child abuse, quite a bit of sick games created by a sick mind… (glances around) Hey, where'd you all go?

LENGTH: I'm not 100 percent sure yet, but I'd say ten chapters, give or take one or two.

UPDATE GAP: I'm putting this on because I'm planning on sticking to it this time. (smirks sheepishly) I will TRY to update once a week, and judging by the looks of it I have pretty good chances of doing that. (grins) At the moment I have a HUGE amount of inspiration, so if you want to read this would be the perfect time to get started.

A PROPER TRAILER, just to make it possible for you to decide if you'd want to read this or not

'Ten little Soldier boys went out to dine; One choked his little self and then there were nine…'

The grim look on Aaron Hotchner's face didn't promise anything good. "Because of it's nature I wanted to brief this case myself."

Derek Morgan's eyes immediately narrowed and filled with such fire that chilled Ashley Seaver to the spine. David Rossi also stiffened, and Emily Prentiss looked fully ready to tear someone to shreads.

It was, however, Jennifer Jareau – the same JJ who was always kind to everyone, the same JJ who always watched over the group like a mother or a big sister, the same JJ Ashley had never even heard swearing – who finally hissed out the words. Her voice was so filled with uncharacteristic venom and seething rage that everyone else in the room gawked at her. "So let's go and nail that son of a bitch."

'Nine little Soldier boys sat up very late; One overslept himself and then there were eight.'

Spencer Reid – or no, Oliver Wilson now, as he quickly corrected himself – stiffened when someone touched his shoulder. "Penny for your thoughts, Wilson", a familiar female voice urged him.

He swallowed, directing his gaze to the window. Somehow the winter day felt even colder than before. "Do you… Do you ever get this feeling, that something really bad is happening? I know it's scientifically unprobable, at best, but…" His lips kept moving, but somehow he couldn't make a sound.

With the warm hand still on his shoulder, he felt her shrug. "I don't believe in premenitions until I see them come to pass."

'Eight little Soldier boys traveling in Devon; One said he'd stay there and then there were seven.'

Liam's hazy eyes barely stayed open as he answered the phone. "Talk", he barked out.

"Listen up good, because this is big." There was a pause, as though the other one had been waiting for him to sober up. "Cody's still alive, Liam. He's still out there. He's in Chicago."

In a flash all traces of drugs faded from Liam's bloodstream. His eyes weren't anything human while his fist squeezed the phone so tightly it almost broke. "Get me a flight there, or you'll never see you wife and daughter alive again." Suddenly, for the first time in years, Uncle John's voice whispered in his head. His eyes changed once more. "Or no, wait. Get me a flight to Quantico instead…"

'Seven little Soldier boys chopping up sticks;One chopped himself in halves and then there were six.'

Since he learned how to walk Henry Jareau- LaMontagne had been taught to be aware of strangers. That's why his small body tensed up completely when a tall man with bleached hair and eyes he immediately disliked stood before the swing he was occupying.

The man gave him a smile that made him start to shake. "Hello, Henry. My name is Liam, and we'll be having some fun together…"

'Six little Soldier boys playing with a hive; A bumblebee stung one and then there were five.'

There were tears all over Will LaMontagne face when JJ stormed into the police station. He lifted his gaze upon hearing her steps. As soon as he saw her the tears kept rolling faster, so violently that he could barely speak. "I… I'm so sorry, JJ. I'm so sorry…!"

The scream – or perhaps a howl – that crawled through her throat broke the hearts of everyone who heard it.

'Five little Soldier boys going in for law; One got in Chancery and then there were four.'

As a professor, Oliver Wilson received a lot of e-mail. But this particular message made him lose his breath for several valuable moments.

It was sent by Uncle John. There was no message to it, only a file that looked like a web-camera recording. In a flash he wished he'd never opened it.

The picture quality was absolutely horrible, but he could nonetheless make out all too clearly what was on it. Liam, now with bleached hair, sat on a bench in a almost dark room. In the man's arms was a hysterically crying Henry, who had blood all over his face and clothes.

Less than a minute later his chair was empty.

'Four little Soldier boys going out to sea; A red herring swallowed one and then there were three.'

The BAU-family had faced several shocks together, been through things that would've torn most people apart. But nothing could've prepared them for what they'd face when they were called into conference room by Erin Strauss at seven in the morning.

Erin was already in the conference room, a grim look on her unnaturally pale face. Sitting on the opposite side of the long table was Spencer Reid.

'Three little Soldier boys walking in the zoo; A big bear hugged one and then there were two.'

There was a great deal of anxiety on Derek's face when the man looked at Spencer. "We'll get you through this, you know? We'll get through this together. I'm not going to let Liam hurt you again." They both hoped the man's voice hadn't shaken the way it did.

The dark look on Spencer's face spoke louder than any words could've. It took a long moment before the man actually spoke. "Do you want to hear the statistics for that?"

'Two Little Soldier boys sitting in the sun; One got frizzled up and then there was one.'

"Tell me, Cody…" The voice was tight, even more dangerous than the blade pressed against his neck. "Did you honestly think you'd survive another round?"

And then the blade went down.

'One little Soldier boy left all alone; He went out and hanged himself and then there were none.' (1)

1) This is a later slightly altered version of a poem from a 19th century book or magazine, possibly Collier's. (The actual author isn't named anywhere – but the point is, the poem isn't mine, I'm afraid.) Quite creepy, huh? (shudders)