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basricCROSSOVER: SG1 & CRIMINAL MINDS PART ONE
PROMPTS: BLUE, MARS
They rode in silence from the airport having traveled from D.C. through Peterson Air Force Base and four check points. It was cold in Colorado so the Hotch's team was bundled up against it. At each checkpoint I.D.’s had to be provided and they were examined by the soldier armed to the teeth. He had questions, but knew the lieutenant driving them would have no answers and wouldn’t provide them if he had.
They were now on a road long and winding toward the Cheyenne Mountain that Hotch knew housed NORAD. He also knew they were near Colorado Springs. They had been ordered here. Explanations were to be given once they were there. His own boss was more than a little irate about it as the West coast had their own team of profilers so why her team was ordered out was a mystery.
When with Hotchner in the office with her she called demanding an explanation from her bosses to this written summons he had received she wished she’d not put the call on conference when she received a severe dressing down for questioning the order being told the request had come from the President.
Army trucks drove by them toward the base. They all sat forward as they neared the gaping hole in the Mountain that housed NORAD.
“Wow,” Elle murmured to Reid, “I’d heard about this place but I mean “Wow.”
Another checkpoint and they pulled inside the mountain following the road deep inside another half mile. Here they disembarked and were checked and scanned before following a civilian escort to and elevator.
She explained they were now going down two miles into NORAD’s headquarters and when Rossi pushed told them all she knew was they were to be brought to the infirmary.
They endure yet another I.D. check and after an iris scan and fingerprint scan were handed badges to wear.
“Please be certain to have your badge in plain sight at all times.”
They were ushered into the infirmary, a sterile looking white and silver room. Each team member had a doctor that performed full body scans with machines none of them had ever seen before. Their questions were met with noncommittal grunts.
Finally after suffering through the examinations, they were led to a large conference room. A circular table dominated the room. A man stood and with a sweeping gesture had them sit. “I am Major General Jack O’Neil, welcome to NORAD. This is Colonel Samantha Carter.
A soldier standing behind him moved to place two folders before each of the team.
“What is this all about? Why our team? And why the excessive secrecy? Hotch was tired of waiting.
General O’Neil sighed. “Before in the top folder is the background investigation on you. It is thorough. What you and your team are about to learn is strictly need to know top clearance. The folder below is the forms you need to complete including a nondisclosure agreement.”
He held up a hand when Hotch started to speak. “Please read all the information and before you sign, read it again. Any disclosure of what you are about to see and experience will be considered treason and you will immediately be taken by Home Security. So make sure you are willing to comply with all the requirements. Agent Hotchner, you in particular I have concerns with.”
“Me why?”
“You have a young son. There are dangers with the assignment.”
After everyone had finished and signed as requested General O’Neil looked at Sam.
“I still think John and his team can handle this. I don’t think. . .”
“Colonel Carter, you’ve had seven young women murdered. We need the profilers and fresh eyes,” turning to face the Agents he continued, “Colonel Carter is currently the commander of a,” he hesitated, “a city. They have a serial killer operating inside its confines. Everyone in the city both civilian and military have the highest clearance, psychological tests were done. There is nothing in anyone of their backgrounds to suggest a monster lurking.”
“I don’t believe any of my people are capable of doing it,” Sam muttered.
“We discussed having you just review the files of each case but I’ve been told you need to be on site.”
Rossi spoke up, “We are able to get a better profile if we can view where the victims were killed.”
Hotch, “Is it possible someone from a nearby city or county could be hunting in the city?”
Sam sighed, “No. Exactly how does your team members operate?”
Hotch went through each of their positions in the team finishing with Elle, "She handles the television and radio, all public relationships with the city and your police force, and we need to be able to contact our computer expert, Penny Garcia.”
“Penelope Garcia did not pass the background check, and she would be of little assistance to you where you are going. She’d have no database to help you and I think you’ll find our computers are a bit different. You’ll also find our city is different from what you usually work. There is no police force, we have military security but there is no television, although someone to help relieve the tension in the city via city-wide com would be helpful.”
“I don’t understand? Is this some government facility super secret city project?” Reid wanted to know.
Jack stood, “I think it would be easier for you to see what you are getting into rather than trying to explain.”
They followed them both to yet another elevator and a five minute descent. The only words exchanged were when Jack told Sam, “Dr. Reid has the ancient gene.”
“What is that?” Reid was alarmed.
But Jack was in no mood to answer. They disembarked shortly thereafter and they walked for several minutes down one corridor and another elevator.
This time they entered a gigantic room with people busy with their tasks. A giant circular frame on one wall was the centerpiece. The general led them to a railing looking down at it.
About that time the Stargate activated.
Overhead a voice announced, “Dr. Jackson’s Team returning from P-12335.”
Another voice, “Daniel, any problems.”
“Everything went as planned. No problems on our end.”
Suddenly a burst came from the center of the circle. Once it flattened a group of four people with packs, followed by five well-armed soldiers entered through the moving blue wall.
“Agents, welcome to Stargate 1.”
There were questions which were answered, the ancient city and the ancients explained.
All of them had problems processing it with the exception of Reid, who was still full of questions and excited over the entire thing.
Finally ensconced in a conference room Hotch asked, “So, this is the ‘City’ you were speaking of?”
Jack shifted in his seat, “Actually, the city we need you to go is off-world.”
“OFF WORLD. You mean like another planet?!!!? Like Mars?”
“No. Another galaxy. We would prefer you use the Stargate, it will be faster traveling through the wormhole but the Daedalus is here and we can take through hyperspace.”
“What the hell are you talking about? You have a. . .spaceship? Hyperspace? Go through a wormhole? This is science fiction. Next will we hear ‘Beam me up ‘Scottie’?”
“Morgan!” Hotch admonished.
Jack sighed. He knew how hard this was to believe, “Agent Morgan, this is why you signed the confidentiality agreement. We want you to go to another planet in other galaxy, light years away to stop a very gruesome serial killer.”
Sam moved closer, "The murders aren’t on that planet exactly. They’re in the city that floats in the center of an ocean. The city of Atlantis. You should discuss it. Anyone who wishes can remain here at SG1 until the rest of your team returns, if you wish.”
They let them to talk among themselves. Morgan personally thought they were all on some hallucinogenic. Reid was openly excited. Rossi kept his thoughts to himself. Elle was open but cautious. Hotch determined.
“Alright, then we’ll go. Anyone who wishes to remain behind, I‘ll think no less of you. And we‘ll take the shortest route.”
“We’re going to walk through that. . . that thing?”
“We are. Get some rest. Tomorrow we go to Atlantis.”
Reid grinned, “We’re going to walk through a moving blue wall to another planet and the City of Legends, Atlantis.”
PROMPTS: BLUE, MARS
They rode in silence from the airport having traveled from D.C. through Peterson Air Force Base and four check points. It was cold in Colorado so the Hotch's team was bundled up against it. At each checkpoint I.D.’s had to be provided and they were examined by the soldier armed to the teeth. He had questions, but knew the lieutenant driving them would have no answers and wouldn’t provide them if he had.
They were now on a road long and winding toward the Cheyenne Mountain that Hotch knew housed NORAD. He also knew they were near Colorado Springs. They had been ordered here. Explanations were to be given once they were there. His own boss was more than a little irate about it as the West coast had their own team of profilers so why her team was ordered out was a mystery.
When with Hotchner in the office with her she called demanding an explanation from her bosses to this written summons he had received she wished she’d not put the call on conference when she received a severe dressing down for questioning the order being told the request had come from the President.
Army trucks drove by them toward the base. They all sat forward as they neared the gaping hole in the Mountain that housed NORAD.
“Wow,” Elle murmured to Reid, “I’d heard about this place but I mean “Wow.”
Another checkpoint and they pulled inside the mountain following the road deep inside another half mile. Here they disembarked and were checked and scanned before following a civilian escort to and elevator.
She explained they were now going down two miles into NORAD’s headquarters and when Rossi pushed told them all she knew was they were to be brought to the infirmary.
They endure yet another I.D. check and after an iris scan and fingerprint scan were handed badges to wear.
“Please be certain to have your badge in plain sight at all times.”
They were ushered into the infirmary, a sterile looking white and silver room. Each team member had a doctor that performed full body scans with machines none of them had ever seen before. Their questions were met with noncommittal grunts.
Finally after suffering through the examinations, they were led to a large conference room. A circular table dominated the room. A man stood and with a sweeping gesture had them sit. “I am Major General Jack O’Neil, welcome to NORAD. This is Colonel Samantha Carter.
A soldier standing behind him moved to place two folders before each of the team.
“What is this all about? Why our team? And why the excessive secrecy? Hotch was tired of waiting.
General O’Neil sighed. “Before in the top folder is the background investigation on you. It is thorough. What you and your team are about to learn is strictly need to know top clearance. The folder below is the forms you need to complete including a nondisclosure agreement.”
He held up a hand when Hotch started to speak. “Please read all the information and before you sign, read it again. Any disclosure of what you are about to see and experience will be considered treason and you will immediately be taken by Home Security. So make sure you are willing to comply with all the requirements. Agent Hotchner, you in particular I have concerns with.”
“Me why?”
“You have a young son. There are dangers with the assignment.”
After everyone had finished and signed as requested General O’Neil looked at Sam.
“I still think John and his team can handle this. I don’t think. . .”
“Colonel Carter, you’ve had seven young women murdered. We need the profilers and fresh eyes,” turning to face the Agents he continued, “Colonel Carter is currently the commander of a,” he hesitated, “a city. They have a serial killer operating inside its confines. Everyone in the city both civilian and military have the highest clearance, psychological tests were done. There is nothing in anyone of their backgrounds to suggest a monster lurking.”
“I don’t believe any of my people are capable of doing it,” Sam muttered.
“We discussed having you just review the files of each case but I’ve been told you need to be on site.”
Rossi spoke up, “We are able to get a better profile if we can view where the victims were killed.”
Hotch, “Is it possible someone from a nearby city or county could be hunting in the city?”
Sam sighed, “No. Exactly how does your team members operate?”
Hotch went through each of their positions in the team finishing with Elle, "She handles the television and radio, all public relationships with the city and your police force, and we need to be able to contact our computer expert, Penny Garcia.”
“Penelope Garcia did not pass the background check, and she would be of little assistance to you where you are going. She’d have no database to help you and I think you’ll find our computers are a bit different. You’ll also find our city is different from what you usually work. There is no police force, we have military security but there is no television, although someone to help relieve the tension in the city via city-wide com would be helpful.”
“I don’t understand? Is this some government facility super secret city project?” Reid wanted to know.
Jack stood, “I think it would be easier for you to see what you are getting into rather than trying to explain.”
They followed them both to yet another elevator and a five minute descent. The only words exchanged were when Jack told Sam, “Dr. Reid has the ancient gene.”
“What is that?” Reid was alarmed.
But Jack was in no mood to answer. They disembarked shortly thereafter and they walked for several minutes down one corridor and another elevator.
This time they entered a gigantic room with people busy with their tasks. A giant circular frame on one wall was the centerpiece. The general led them to a railing looking down at it.
About that time the Stargate activated.
Overhead a voice announced, “Dr. Jackson’s Team returning from P-12335.”
Another voice, “Daniel, any problems.”
“Everything went as planned. No problems on our end.”
Suddenly a burst came from the center of the circle. Once it flattened a group of four people with packs, followed by five well-armed soldiers entered through the moving blue wall.
“Agents, welcome to Stargate 1.”
There were questions which were answered, the ancient city and the ancients explained.
All of them had problems processing it with the exception of Reid, who was still full of questions and excited over the entire thing.
Finally ensconced in a conference room Hotch asked, “So, this is the ‘City’ you were speaking of?”
Jack shifted in his seat, “Actually, the city we need you to go is off-world.”
“OFF WORLD. You mean like another planet?!!!? Like Mars?”
“No. Another galaxy. We would prefer you use the Stargate, it will be faster traveling through the wormhole but the Daedalus is here and we can take through hyperspace.”
“What the hell are you talking about? You have a. . .spaceship? Hyperspace? Go through a wormhole? This is science fiction. Next will we hear ‘Beam me up ‘Scottie’?”
“Morgan!” Hotch admonished.
Jack sighed. He knew how hard this was to believe, “Agent Morgan, this is why you signed the confidentiality agreement. We want you to go to another planet in other galaxy, light years away to stop a very gruesome serial killer.”
Sam moved closer, "The murders aren’t on that planet exactly. They’re in the city that floats in the center of an ocean. The city of Atlantis. You should discuss it. Anyone who wishes can remain here at SG1 until the rest of your team returns, if you wish.”
They let them to talk among themselves. Morgan personally thought they were all on some hallucinogenic. Reid was openly excited. Rossi kept his thoughts to himself. Elle was open but cautious. Hotch determined.
“Alright, then we’ll go. Anyone who wishes to remain behind, I‘ll think no less of you. And we‘ll take the shortest route.”
“We’re going to walk through that. . . that thing?”
“We are. Get some rest. Tomorrow we go to Atlantis.”
Reid grinned, “We’re going to walk through a moving blue wall to another planet and the City of Legends, Atlantis.”
