A World Within - A Doctor Who and Criminal Minds Fanfiction

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Doctor Who nor do I own Criminal Minds. But I'm working on claiming Hotchy for myself~

Chapter One: Stuck in an Elevator

"Hold the elevator, please."

Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner didn't want to. He didn't want to stop the elevator doors from closing. He wanted to just let the steel doors shut in whoever wanted to join him in the elevator's face, and have the elevator descend in silence. Ah, pure silence, the unit chief's dream. How he coveted those who had the choice of whether to have silence or not have silence.

Nonetheless, Hotch felt the need to be a good Samaritan. His hand jutted out from his arm and caught the elevator's closing door just before it shut completely. Hotch heard a heavy sigh of relief as a uncannily tall man in converse and a pinstripe suit jogged into the inside of the elevator. "Thank you," he gushed to Hotch, allowing the unit chief to notice that he had a thick British accent. "I thought I would have to wait for the elevator to come up again."

Yes, like that would take SO long, Hotch thought to himself bitterly, however not wanting to judge the man after just meeting him. Apparently having a mouth most similar to his coworker, Special Agent Dr. Spencer Reid's, the strange man kept talking. "Not that it would be that long, I'm just a very impatient person. You know what I mean?" Hotch couldn't help but to nod. The man smiled brightly and held out his hand for Hotch to shake. The unit chief hesitated before taking it and shaking it. "I'm John Smith, by the way. A consultant for the FBI. Sometimes. Other times, I'm a carpenter or a plumber. But working for the FBI, wow, that's a rush!" He let out a bark of laughter. "I'm terribly sorry, I'm going on about myself, but I never asked who you were! And you are?"

Yup, thought Hotch with a inaudible sigh. He's got to be distantly related to Reid or something. "SSA Aaron Hotchner," Hotch replied dutifully, straightening his tie which had been jostled out of place when he had leapt to hold open the elevator. "I'm the unit chief of the Behavioral Analysis Unit."

"Ah, the BAU," the peculiar man, John Smith he said his name was, sighed in adoration. "Excellent job to have. Save the world, one victim at a time, all while trying to figure out and help the man who maimed them. Very well done," he froze for a moment, before a look of horror slowly began to creep over his features. "My, you wouldn't be THE SSA Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner, would you?"

Hotch was tempted to disagree, but screwing with the man didn't seem like the right option to take. "At least I'm not aware of another one," he replied.

"Oh dear," the man muttered slowly, drawing out each syllable. Hotch anxiously peered at the numbers counting down. The elevator couldn't have been going down for that long. But as soon as he looked, Hotch was aware of the elevator's decent downwards vanishing. The elevator had stopped cold, but the doors were not opening, and they weren't at the floor yet.

Worried that the same thing that had happened to Reid and Morgan was going to happen to him, Hotch pressed the button which represented the floor which was his next destination twice, and nothing happened. Panic rising in his chest, he pressed it again, only to have the elevator jerk and fall a bit more. Hotch grasped the walls and the railings surrounding them, but John Smith only straightened his tie.

Finally, after a moment, John Smith looked around in wonder. "We're not moving," he assessed.

A radical! thought Hotch sarcastically, wondering if he should try the emergency button. Before he could, John Smith caught the look in his eyes and shot him a look of confusion. "Why're you doing that? You don't die in an elevator accident," the elevator jerked again. "But it said nothing about me."

"It?" asked Hotch, surprised. "How do you know the elevator's not going to fall?"

John Smith's brow furrowed, then he whipped out something that looked like a white stick with a blue end. He pressed one of the buttons on the stick, and an awful sound, at least to Hotch, radiated from the tip. Smith pressed the object against the buttons of the elevator and moved it up and down beside them.

Satisfied, he pulled the object away. "Just a jam in the shaft," he said. "It'll clear in a moment." He jumped, causing the elevator to jerk downwards violently, then continue it's path downwards at it's regular state.

"See?" the man grinned widely. "What did I tell you?"

Cautiously, Hotch removed his arms from being tangled around the railing, and stood straight up. "Well then," he sighed, running his hand through his thick, black hair. "What do you know?"

As soon as the elevator arrived at the bottom floor, Hotch sped out from within, not wanting to be stuck alone with the strange man for another second. Smith, however, strolled out leisurely, hands in his pocket, whistling an unfamiliar tune. Hotch gave him a forced, hopefully friendly smile and turned to walk away without a word.

"Hope you see you again soon!" cried Smith after him. Hotch didn't stop. He didn't say a thing.

As soon as he was out of earshot, Hotch muttered beneath his breath, "I really hope I don't see you again soon."

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