BAU

"Please tell me, why am I in this damn room this early in the morning?" Garcia grunted pushing up her hair. The board room was a bit of a blur; having only two hours sleep did that to a sane person. The whole team had each recieved an urgent message from Aaron; alerting them to pack a few things and meet him in the BAU room. So far only Penelope, Derek and Emily had arrived.

"I think you look better in this light, babygirl." Morgan smiled behind his coffee cup.

"I'm gonna figure out weither that was an insult, and then I'm going to beat your ass for it." Garcia rested her forhead aganist the table.

"Well, I feel great." Reid grinned, walking into the room and throwing his satchel across the back of his chair. "I find if you get up earlier your whole body functions better and you fin yourself reacting better to certain stimuli." his loud voice rang through the half empty room.

"Shut up, please." Emily shook her head gripping onto her temples. "It is to early."

"Where is everyone?" Reid shrugged helping himself to coffee.

"Hotch is in his office getting something for this case." Morgan sat upright. "JJ and Rossi should be here any minute."

"Speak of the devil." Emily smiled as JJ strided into the room.

"What's wrong?" she asked her face folded in frustration and her voice lined with worry.

"It's before twelve and my brain is being required to work." Garcia whined, he words completly detatched from the rest of the conversation. "It's just wrong."

"Sorry Garcia," Hotch stepped into the room his arms full with files. "But this is only the beginning."

"Woah, what's with serious Hothchner." Rossi yawned staggering into the room.

"Have you been drinking?" Morgan chuckled lightly.

"Hey," Rossi sternly pointed at him. "I didn't know I was meant to be in today. Actually, I wasn't meant to be in today." He turned to Hotch. "This better be important Aaron; I think I just met my next wife at the bar."

"It is. So, have any of you ever been to England?"

"The land of tea and scones." Garcia lifted her eyebrow.

"Actually, tea was first introduced to England by Indian and Chinese trading ships. It's not very English at all" Spencer explained gesturing with every other word.

"Thanks for that Reid." Morgan shook his head rubbing Garca's shoulders comfortingly.

"England? Isn't that a bit out of our jurisdiction." Emily slumped down into her seat.

"It would be, if we hadn't been specifically asked to come." Hotch explanied.

"By who?" Rossi's eyebrows lifted in unison.

"The unsub." Aaron nodded.

"Wait, what?" JJ stepped forward.

"I'll explain more on the plane. Garcia, get Kevin." Hotch rushed over his words.

"Woah, Kevin." Garcia woke as she felt a boiling pot in her gut start to emerge. "Why?"

"You're all coming with us. There's quite alot of technical help needed this time round." the pot in her gut relaxed a bit calming Garcia; at least he wasn't in trouble. Aaron grabbed his bag and made for the door. "Oh and just to warn you all," everyone stopped at that point; Hotch had never been this anxious on a case. What was he warning them for? This one is really gonna hit home for you all, prepare yourselves. Wheels up in ten."

ENGLAND New Scotland Yard

"Damn Americans." Adam Silver's voice rang through the room. " Always messing up something, somewhere."

"Sir, they're required for this case." a voice chimed from behind him. "And, it isn't there fault at all really."

"I know." Adam sighed but he didn't bother to turn around to see who had spoke. "This case, it's just, extremely personal."

"I can always assign you another one." the chief's scottish voice approached.

"No, it's ok. If I'm not here I'll feel useless." he smiled but it was filled with sadness. "Ok people, bring up the feed." A large televison screen infront of him was suddenly filled with a large red mask. The whole room seemed to be captivated by the deep hollow eyes and the deady white smile painted rounghly onto the plastic. It made the monster infront of them even less of a human being. It wasn't long before it spoke.

"I said I would speak to the BAU," a ragged voice tore through the speakers. A voice changer had been placed over his words causing more of a ghostly hiss to tear through the screen. "Where are they?"

"They'll be here." Adam's pure London accent tripped over each word. "We've contacted them."

"Did you get the ones I asked for? It has to be the seven I asked for." the voice began to gradually get louder.

"Yep it's the ones you wanted. Aaron Hotchner, Derek Morgan, David Rossi, Emily Prentiss, Spencer Reid.." Adam began to go through the list just to be interrupted.

"Doctor." the voice snapped.

"What?" Cheif Green questioned.

"It's Dr. Spencer Reid." the voice corrected clearly irritated.

"Yes, sorry. Dr. Spencer Reid, Jennifer Jareau and Penelope Garcia. They're all coming. Can we see them now?" Adam stepped towards the screen nearing begging point.

"Seeing them would be a reward." the voice began to mock. "What have you done to deserve that?"

"We invited them, didn't we?" Cheif Green's scottish voice sounded even sterner then usual. "They're on their way, aren't they?"

"I don't like your tone." the voice calmly said. "For that, you won't get to see them. You can see them, with everyone else, when initiation begins." The evil entity spoke with a chuckle behind every word causing the officers and superiors of New Scotland Yard to flinch.

"You..." Adam didn't dare swear out of fear of anything bad happening. "Please, he's my son."

"You should be proud of him, Adam. He's been picked, like the others, for something great." the screen went black.

"Get the Americans here." Adam wiped away a tear. "And now."