(Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds or it's characters, all rights go to CBS)

Hey wonderful people who have been so kind as to click on this story!

So first and foremost this is a collaboration story between myself and sarry22. Therefore I do not know the exact course this story is heading in and I don't have any warnings for you. Basically, I will write a chapter and then hand over to sarry22 to write the next one and it will continue like that until the fic ends. I promise you that she is a terrific writer and I hope this goes to plan, this is our first time doing something like this and I'm really excited to see how it turns out.

Okay, now that's out of the way, here's the basics of this fic.

The team are caught in a gigantanormous (yup, I'm pretty sure I just made that word up) storm and they have to try and find a way to survive in the bureau with raging floods, and winds and all the caboose that Mother Nature likes to spring on our asses every once in a while.

Sound good? I'm a terrible explainer of things so trust me the story will be better than that crappy blerb.

Right, I'm getting a little too into this 'Authors Note', as per. I should just shut up and give you what you came for.

Fine...here yooouuuuu gooooooooo!

"Jeez, that has to be one of the longest cases I've ever done", moaned Morgan, craming his go bag into the overhead lockers.

"Actually our longest case was on October 12th 2007, that lasted 24 days, 13 hours an-" Reid rambled, but Hotch cut him short.

"And if we don't hurry up we will be caught in the storm. So, just take a seat", Spencer mumbled apologetically, taking two books from his bag and taking his seat. Morgan smirked, pulled out his IPod and took the seat opposite to Reid, with JJ squeezing next to him and Rossi sitting beside Reid. Hotch and Emily took the couch and soon enough the jet was in the air and they were all settling themselves for a long flight.

After about 20 minutes, Spencer looked up from his second book (having finished the first 5 minutes before) and glanced outside.

"Looks like we're heading into another storm", he grimaced, straining his neck to get a good look. Rossi looked up from his laptop and sighed.

"You really know how to ease my nerves", he said sarcastically, making Emily smile.

"It's fine Rossi, the reports said the storm would be mild and shouldn't hit Quantico until tomorrow. We're fine", she reassured, going back to her magazine. Rossi huffed and looked out of the window. The sky was grey and miserable, and icy flecks peppered the glass.

The plane suddenly jolted and shook; Rossi grabbed onto his armrest and held his breath. Morgan grinned at his reaction.

"You wipe that smile off your face. I know what you're scared of and I'm not afraid to tell Reid so he can prank you again", Rossi smirked darkly, making Morgan shrink back in his seat. Spencer's eyes widened like they did whenever he figured something out. Morgan kicked his leg under the table.

"Ow! Hey, I didn't do anything", Spencer whined.

"I saw that look it your eyes. If I catch you two conferring it will be more than a kick", Spencer gulped nervously, but Rossi chortled.

"Don't get your knickers in a twist", Rosi laughed and JJ had to cover her mouth to surpress the giggles.

Morgan went to retaliate when the jet shook violently, knocking Reid's books onto the floor as he grabbed his belt buckle.

Rossi lent back into the seat and closed his eyes tightly.

"You know what we really need to worrry ab-"

"REID! You're not helping!" Cried Rossi, managing to pry his trembling hand from the armrest and clamp it over Spencer's mouth. Morgan snickered, putting his headphones back on and ignoring the bumping of the aircraft that made Rossi shift uncomfortably.

As soon as the jet landed and the seatbelt light dinged off, Rossi lept from his seat, shoving his laptop into its carrier and rummaging around for his go-bag in the overhead lockers. He was gone before Emily could even fold her magazine.

"I guess he really doesn't like turbulence", she mused, heading for her own bag. JJ stood up and stretched.

"Uhhh, I can't wait to get in my bed", she sighed. Dropping her arms and peering over at Reid.

Like Morgan he had dropped off to sleep, after finishing his second book. She grinned at the sight of the two sleeping, rubbing her hands together cunningly.

"JJ, I don't think that's a-" Hotch started, but it was too late, JJ was already clapping her hands together loudly.

"WAKE UP! WE'VE RUN OUT OF COFFEE", that seemed to work when Reid sat bolt upright.

"Wha'.." he groaned, almost sliding from his seat.

"That was cruel", Emily laughed, watching a disorientated Reid unbuckle his belt and glance around in bewilderment.

"No, this is cruel", JJ corrected, leaning over Morgan's face and gently lifting one side of his headphones. She pulled it as far as it would go without snapping and then released it. It smacked painfully against Morgan's face with a loud whack.

Morgan's eyes snapped open and he reached up clumsily, knocking his headphones off his head, causing them to curl up and pinch his nose. He jumped when the wire tickled his face, his face twisting in fear.

"Nahh", he hissed, throwing the headphones off his face and sending them sprawling down the aisle. Reid started laughing along with JJ and Emily and Morgan stood up angrily.

"What did you think was on your face?" JJ Squealed, tears filling her eyes.

"Don't do that again", he chided, shouldering past her, his cheeks burning red.

"I think I know what you're scared of now", Spencer panted, grabbing his sides which hurt from laughing.

"Don't even think about pranking me. I will start a full on war with you, and you should know that payback's a bitch", Spencer held up his hands in mock surrender, seeing that Morgan wasn't in the best mood for teasing.

They managed to get off the jet without any further incident. The clouds were swirling above their heads, Spencer glanced up and quickened his step to the SUVs.

"Hurry up guys, Hotch wants us to finish our paperwork before we go home" Emily said, hopping into the passengers seat beside Morgan, Reid sliding into the back.

"Seriously? it's like 9pm", groaned Morgan, slamming his head into the steering wheel.

"Stop whinging and drive, I'd rather get it done than have to get up early tomorrow to do it", Emily retorted. Spencer glanced out the window. The storm was getting closer...and worse.

They arrived at the bureau just as Spencer had begun to drop off again. Hotch was first to the door and scanned his I.D. card, pressing in a code which caused the reader to flash green.

"Can I help you sir?" Hotch lifted his head and was met by two beefy looking security guards.

"SSA Aaron Hotchner, Unit Chief of the BAU, we're just coming to finish paperwork", Hotch explained, showing the men his I.D.

"Fine. There's no-one else here. I think they took advantage of getting let off early and the day off tomorrow", grunted the darker haired guard. Hotch frowned, but the second guard with a thick beard and Hispanic accent explained.

"Storm is getting close", was all he said, and Hotch nodded, slipping past and heading for the elevator.

"We better get on then", he deadpanned, holding the doors for his team before letting them shut on the guards.

"Well they were friendly", snorted Rossi.

"Is Garcia still here?" JJ asked, watching the floor numbers light up.

"She said she was going to wait for us, but if everyone left who's to say Kevin didn't drag her with him", Morgan answered, stifling a yawn.

"Maybe we should just take our files back-", Hotch started, rubbing his neck.

"Aw, no way man. I'm not bringing that case to my apartment", Morgan argued and JJ nodded in agreement.

"Yea, let's just get whatever needs doing done, so we can forget about...well, you know", the elevator halted and the doors jolted open. Reid was the only who seemed to notice the change in the elevator. It seemed less smooth, jerking them around on its assent the doors taking 0.26 seconds longer than they normally did. Spencer was about to point it out when he realised that it was one of those things he'd blurt out which no-one wanted to hear, so he closed his mouth quickly.

"Finally! What took you so long?!" Garcia stumbled over to them comically in her 3 inch heels. She jumped into Morgan's embrace, quickly moving on to Emily, then JJ, like a Congo line of embraces. She released Reid and beamed at them.

"I'm glad you guys are here. I've been alone for like 3 hours now and it's all fun and games until I start hearing things", they all laughed, except Reid who perked his ears to listen to the 'things'.

"Being alone makes baby girl paranoid?" Morgan teased and she smacked his shoulder.

"Baby girl is about ready to go home, so can you please finish your paperwork so we can leave", Morgan raised his arms in surrender as she whined and hurried over to his desk. "Yea, you better run. Now hurry up or I will spank you". Morgan smirked back at Garcia, who skipped back to her lair to get her own work done.

"We will leave in an hour tops. If you haven't finished by then you'll just have to take it home", Hotch said before stepping into his office. Rossi saluted them and whirled into his own office, leaving JJ, Emily, Reid and Morgan in the bullpen to do their work.

"Reid! Slow down man! We've been like 30 minutes and you've...", Spencer shut his last file and lent back in his chair. "Finished?" Reid turned his head to Morgan and nodded, the older agent hung his head and moaned.

"I can help you," Morgan perked up at those words, whipping his head round at Reid. "Buuuut...you have to tell me what you're scared of. More specifically, what Rossi thinks you're scared of", Reid added slyly. Derek dropped his head on his desk.

"No can do, pretty boy. I think I will take my chances on the paperwork instead", Reid shrugged and opened one of his many books lined on his desk.

Reid zoned out, immersed in the pages of his book. He was about to finish one of the final chapters when a clap of lightning jolted him from the words.

"Jesus!" Morgan gasped, standing up to look out the window.

"I think we should go now", Emily murmured, watching the heavy rain patter the windows. Hotch came out of his office, glancing at his watch.

"We've been here for an hour and a half. The storm warnings are getting worse. We're leaving", he affirmed, shutting his door and trudging down to the bullpen.

"Yea no kidding, looks like a monsoon", Morgan snapped.

"Actually monsoons usually only occur in West Africa, Asia and Australia. A monsoon was typically used to describe reversing wind in addition to a change in precipitation that can be associated with the asymmetric heating of land and sea. The likelyhood of a monsoon in Virginia now, considering the time of year would be 3.5%..." Reid waffled and became so lost that he had to take a big breath, luckily Emily interrupted him before he could continue.

"I don't think he was being literal, Reid", she laughed, causing Spencer to blush.

"Oh...Yea...right, sorry", he mumbled.

Several loud buzz's and beeps filled the room, Morgan was the first to get his phone out.

"Shit. Red alert-" Garcia stumbled into the room, yelling out to them

"Guys! Guys!" She called. "I looked at the news t-they want everyone to stay indoors. They're talking about a full scale evacuation", she cried, her lips trembling in panic.

"I know, they gave out an alert to our phones", Morgan grunted.

"We have to leave now!" Hotch commanded, leading the way to the elevator. "Dave! We're going!" He shouted back to Rossi, who rushed out his office appearing very flustered. Another crash of lighting and rumble of thunder caused Rossi's flight down the steps, chasing behind the others.

Hotch smacked his finger into the elevator button. He frowned when the button didn't light up, pressing harder.

"What is it?" Hissed JJ, tapping her feet impatiently.

"Electrical fault", Spencer whispered, realising why the elevator had been unusually stubborn. They all took a step back from the elevator, as if it was ready to electrocute them.

"Aw shit... how are we going to get out?" Morgan groaned and the girls and Rossi gave him a 'seriously' look. "What?"

"There are stairs in this building", JJ Snorted, motioning to the unused set of double doors.

"Oh right" he said dumbly, looking at his feet in embarrassment.

Another boom of thunder knocked them back to their senses. Spencer jumped at the sound and stumbled to the staircase. He was halfway to the door when the room filled with brilliant light knocking them all backwards. A streak of white crashed into the building with no restraint, tearing through the floors, debris flying into the air. Garcia screamed, tumbling backwards and scrambling away from the destruction.

Spencer was thrown to the ground; the lightening just inches from his toes. All he could do was watch the stream of electricity thunder into the hallway. He heard the floor beneath him moan and move unsteadily. He screamed out in fear, lunging out to cling on to something. A large chunk of concrete from the floor above nose dived down onto Reid as he tried to pull away. More of the upper floor tumbled around him and he covered his face as he felt himself being pinned down, crunchs followed as a bone or two broke beneath the weight of the debris. Spencer whimpered in agony, his vision blackening. Another stream of lightning tore into the building, connecting with the elevator and stealing power away from them, plunging them into darkness.

"GUYS!" Garcia screamed into the dark.

"Garcia? Garcia, is that you?" A voice close to her croaked.

"Who's that?" Rossi groaned.

"Is anyone hurt?" Hotch's voice joined the chorus. No's began to fill the dark.

"Morgan?"

"I-I'm alright, I think m-my shoulders dislocated, but I'm o-okay",Morgan replied weakly, pushing Garcia's bangle stacked arm off his lap.

"JJ? Rossi? Emily?" A few grunts followed.

"M-my legs stuck...I-it doesn't hurt much, but I can't g-get it out", Emily added, her voice hitching with fear.

"Reid? Garcia?"

"I'm fine. I'm fine", Garcia quavered.

"Reid?" No reply. Hotch pulled himself up, trying to adjust his eyes to the dark.

"Spence?" The floors groaned, but no-one answered. The bulbs flickered in the bull pen, shedding a dim light over the floor, or what was left of the floor.

The team took in the destruction.

Morgan looked at where the stairs had been. All that was left was gaping rubble and darkness. The floors above and below had caged into themselves. That's when his gaze caught Reid.

"Reid! Wake up man! You've gotta get away from there! SPENCER! WAKE UP!"

As much as I want to keep going I have to know when to stop. I will not be continuing this until chapter 3, but chapter 2 is in good hands, I just hope that my next chapter can live up to hers.

I don't know when the next chapter will be updated because Sarry22 hasn't even read this chapter let alone write the next so please be patient with us.

Thanks for reading, please review tell us what you think and I shall see you in Chapter 3!