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Case #1 [holo | location: the sanctuary]

Kate had been circling the crime scene, taking in every nuance to aid in her investigation. She had knelt down to inspect a footprint in the dirt, when the dirt suddenly disappeared and was replaced by a cool silver floor.

"What the hell?"

She stood up, looking around. Everything had changed. The crime scene was gone, replaced by a circular room. She spun around, confused. Where was the door? Jumping down from the platform, she sprinted to the wall, stretching her hands out to feel for a door.

"Hello? Hey, anybody here?"

She pounded on the wall, though stinging hands were her only reward. As she inspected her hands, she noticed the silver bracelet on her wrist, and immediately tried to pull it off. Heart beating rapidly, she realized it wouldn't budge.

She circled the room, panicking slightly. On her second pass around the small room, she noticed the small table. On it laid what appeared to be a remote control, but upon closer inspection it looked to be some kind of cell phone. Maybe she could call for help?

She picked it up, but there did not appear to be any way to dial. She touched various places on the screen, but nothing seemed to happen. Then she heard a sliding sound, and looked up to see a door open a few feet from her. She immediately set the device down, heading for the door. It slid shut again before she could make it.

"Dammit!"

She kicked the door for good measure, then walked back over and picked up the remote/phone/whatever it was.

The door opened. Kate looked from the door, to the device, then back to the door. She set the device down again.

The door closed. Kate picked the device up again, then grinned as the door opened.

"Ok, ok. I get it."

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Spencer gave her an odd look.

"Me? Uh, well I'm currently my apartment, which is located in the Shelley district. If you flip back to your map on the tablet, you should be able to see me marked. My name is Spencer Reid."

As he watched her check the map, he added an afterthought.

"Perhaps you'd like me to come meet you? So we can fill this out..."

The woman did not seem dangerous at all, just a bit out of sorts. Spencer had his gun anyway.

Finally, someone helpful. Kate let out a sigh of relief, and grinned.

"Would you? I admit I'm a bit nervous about leaving this room."

Spencer's cheeks flushed a bit and he smiled back.

"Um yeah. Well, you should be fine in the waiting area there. It should take me about 15 minutes to arrive..."

He shut off the tablet.

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15 minutes later Spencer walked into The Sanctuary, his brown leather side bag slung over his shoulder.

"Hi uh... I'm Reid."

He gave her a small wave.

She smiled in return.

"Kate Beckett. I'd say it's nice to meet you, but under the circumstances..."

She trailed off, taking him in. When her eyes landed on his gun, she took a step back and put her hand on her holstered gun.

"Why are you armed, Reid?"

His eyes followed her hand to her gun.

"Oh! Uh, don't be alarmed, I'm an.. FBI agent."

He pulled out his credentials, flipping the cover open to show her.

"Despite the fact that I'm not home... I still wear my gun..."

Spencer decided to wait to tell her about the vampires and other creatures roaming about.

"And uh.. why are you armed?"

Kate relaxed at the sight of his creds, but did not fully remove her hand from her gun. Instead, she opened her jacket further to show him the shield on her belt.

"I'm a detective, NYPD. I was at a crime scene, then I ended up in that room."

She pointed with her thumb over her shoulder, not taking her eyes off Reid and his gun.

"Ah. Interesting."

Spencer glanced curiously at what was clearly a man's watch on her wrist. Odd. It was clear by Kate's body language that she was still extremely uncomfortable and did not trust him.

"Shall we, uh.. sit down?"

He motioned to some chairs set around a coffee table about 5 feet away."

"Or perhaps you'd prefer to go into the city and get coffee or something?"

She perked up at that.

"Coffee? There's coffee?"

He smiled.

"Oh certainly. I'm a bit of a coffee addict myself. I have quite a large quantity at my apartment."

He noticed the stern look return to her face and quickly backtracked.

"But, uh, I just meant going to a shop around the block, so that we can fill out these questions quickly and you can be on your way..."

Kate shrugged again.

"On my way to where? I have no idea where I am."

At least coffee was something familiar. Hopefully this guy could keep answering questions for her.

"Lead the way, Reid."

Spencer led her out into the street, where he noticed that her comfort level did not rise. He honestly could not blame her. He hadn't felt much different when he first arrived here.

As they reached the cafe, Spencer motioned for her to have a seat.

"How do you usually take your coffee?"

Kate kept a hand on her gun as they walked up the street. She looked around, taking everything in, as she followed Reid to the coffee shop. She slumped into her chair, grateful for the opportunity to sit. She gave Reid a wan smile.

"Two creams, two sugars. Please."

As he walked away, she looked around the shop, observing how the shop was both full of people and yet somehow devoid of life. None of the other patrons paid her any attention.

Spencer returned a few moments later with their coffees. He set hers in front of her, then sat down with his and proceeded to pour about 4 sugar packets into it.

He gave her a brief smile, then pulled out his pad.

"So.. we already have your name... Kate Beckett..."

Spencer wrote that down.

"And your occupation... NYPD detective... homicide?"

He glanced up at her, fairly certain of his prediction based on her air of authority.

She squirmed a bit, slightly uncomfortable with his scrutiny.

"Y-yes. How did you know that?"

"You're very sure of yourself, as a homicide detective should be. Plus you mentioned that you were working a crime scene when you arrived here. I surmised there was about an 82% chance you worked in homicide, so since the odds were in my favor, I decided to make the prediction."

Spencer said this all very matter-of-factly as he continued down the page.

"And you're human... that's good..."

He checked that box with satisfaction.

"Oh...that makes sense."

She nodded as he checked boxes, then paused.

"Wait, human? Of course I'm human. What else would I be? Why is that even an option?"

Spencer bit his lip. He knew this would be hardest to explain.

"You see, uh.. we have some non-humans here. Various.. aliens.. and vampires. I know that might seem illogical, and I thought so as well when I first got here, but I've seen them myself."

She sat there for a minute, blinking at him.

"Shut the front door."

Spencer turned around and looked at the door of the cafe. It was closed.

"Uh... ok? Anyway... I haven't met any vampires yet, but I've seen overwhelming evidence to believe that they're out there. That's part of the reason that I keep carrying my gun around."

She giggled slightly as he turned, then gave him a nice smile when he turned back. He'd made her laugh for the first time that day, and she appreciated it.

"Will a bullet kill a vampire? I don't know anything besides the crap they show in movies. Are vampires violent?"

He pondered that for a moment.

"I don't know. According to folklore, no. But at least I could potentially stun or hurt them and give myself enough time to escape. I don't like using my gun but... it's better than being bitten."

He gazed down at his pad, turning his pencil over in his hand.

Kate paused for a moment, then patted Reid's arm gently.

"I don't like using my gun either."

She moved her hand back and then coughed, feeling awkward.

"I think the fact that you haven't seen any would be a good sign that the vampires here aren't violent. That's good news."

Spencer's cheeks flushed when she touched him and he laughed slightly.

"Yeah.. so.. um, what year are you from?"

Kate looked confused again.

"Year? 2010, of course."

Then her eyes got wide.

"You don't mean...different times?"

Spencer nodded.

"As well as people who claim that they can time travel, though I have not seen evidence of that personally..."

He wrote that down, then looked back up at her.

"And you're from New York City... and were investigating a crime scene... anything unusual about the crime scene? What specifically were you doing?"

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