Silence in the BAU Office a Spencer Reid love story

Chapter75 The Government Games

A/N: For any of you that have read or follow me you will know that my flash drive died and that's where all my stories are kept. :( So updating is going to take a bit longer for some things. Life has been a bit insane. I'm so sorry for the long wait. I have the next part written, I just need some more ideas.

These violent delights have violent ends, and in their triumph die, which as they kiss, consume. -Shakesphere

Everywhere around us was golden sand. The sun was already high in the sky and beating down. In the distance, I could see the outline of the other people that had been captured. "You do realize what this is don't you Morgan? What book this is from?" I asked as the others moved to find the supplies.

"Some sort of survival game," he replied.

"Have you seen the Hunger Games?" I asked.

"We're playing that?" he asked.

"'Fraid so, we all have to work together to get out of here alive. We just have to convince them of that." With that, we both set off to find the supplies. Convincing these other big dogs that they needed to follow our command, especially the command of a deaf woman was going to be difficult. These guys followed no ones lead but their own. I was glad I was here with Morgan, someone who could fight, someone who knew how to survive.

We reached the cave-like area, it was clearly man-made and the others were already there fighting over supplies, ready to kill each other. I found a loaded shotgun and fired it into the air. They all looked at me, the fighting stopping just for a moment. "This won't help us. This is what he wants. There is nothing out there for us to hunt, it's an illusion. This is all computer generated. The only real things here are the weapons and us. He wants us to turn on each other and destroy each other."

"Who the hell are you?" one of the male agents asked.

"Agent Leandra Hotchner, FBI profiler of the BAU," I replied.

"And why should we listen to you?" another agent asked.

"This is what I do for a living," I said. I wanted to add 'and because I can kick your ass' but I thought I better not. "Look, I don't care who you are or who you work for, my job along with my partner is to get into people's head. Our best chance to get out of this alive is to work together. We work together, we can go home to our friends and family."

"And why should we follow a deaf agent?" someone else asked. Someone just had to go there.

"Because the deaf agent will kick your ass all the way into next week," Morgan said stepping beside up me.

"No way," the same person said.

"She beat me in hand to hand," Morgan said. Morgan was twice the size of this person, in muscle mass anyway. I was short and thin. I didn't look like I had a whole of muscle. That was the end of all argument. We all sat down and talked. We reached an agreement that since this was an illusion that we must be in the same room as before and therefore there must be a door somewhere. We just had to find it.

We started in the storeroom here, looking for a way out. Most of these men had been marines, they knew how to look for a hidden door. After hours of searching and spreading out, we were finding nothing. With no food or water, everyone was getting exhausted. The heat from the light was draining us.

I fired the shotgun at the light and it went dark the illusion disappearing. "You bitch!" a voice rang out.

"Everyone up!" I yelled. "Be alert." Things in the room started moving, "everyone, group up. Stay in your groups and keep moving, don't stop." We dodged things in the room trying to find the exit or at least a way to get to this guy. If we could find the control panel then we could open the exit for ourselves, stick him in a cage.

We finally found a corner in the room that the moving objects couldn't reach us but it was barely big enough for all of us. We couldn't find the door. It seemed we were stuck, I watched for some kind of pattern, maybe this was like the clock on the island of the second hunger games? The objects never stopped moving though. If you shot at them they came after you. I hoped rescue was close. I was tired, hungry, and thirsty. I wasn't sure how long we had been here, I knew it was at least two days.

I had become too thirsty to even talk, so I was signing, hoping everyone understood. Thankfully one of the men was an interpreter. He was able to translate for me, or at least make clear what I was saying. We found a small closet to shelter in, I think we fell asleep because when I woke up I was outside there were flashing lights.

Was I dreaming? I looked around and I saw Spencer. I signed to him, "Am I dreaming?"

"No, this is real," he replied taking my hands. I just smiled at him. I had several more questions but for now, I just let him hold my hands.

He signed, "thirsty?" to me. I nodded and he handed me a water bottle and I drank from it. It was so good. I was soon taken to the hospital to be looked over.