Fitting In.

Fresh Air.

"I can unlock the door, all I need is a grip, no two and a nail file or, things that look the same. Strong earrings even. The men confiscated mine after the third failed escape." Hands moved and rummage around for something but nothing could be grabbed to help them.

"Is there another way?" Silently they looked all around and tried to find something but nothing seemed fruitful.

"A metal door like that couldn't be kicked in, what if one of us waits, they never lock the door when they are in here. Whoever is the fastest and strongest could hide on the other side of the door, as they get in then we sneak out. We won't have long but it must be worth a shot. They wouldn't tell from such a distance if we lost one person. Not any old or new people." There was a silent agreement that it was a stupid idea.

"There is this thing called looking as you walk through a door. Now, for some shifty reason Midnight can unlock doors in an illegal way but I guess it helps us now. How about...we could...just run along the tunnel." One shake of the head showed that it wasn't an option.

"Abraham tried to, he and Midnight had a fair few goes. Even with a couple of hours head start, they caught them. He said that he saw nothing for miles and miles. I was only here for one of his days here but he really wasn't giving up."

Moving had become repetitive as they all walked around the same area, trying to think of something to do with their lives and how to get their lives back.

"I have a baby at home. My wife just had him. What do I do? What if we do get sent off? My wife and baby will never be able to find me. No doubt it will be some land that we don't know the language for and what can we do? Their guns could take us all out. They don't get close enough for us to fight them and even if they did, we have no chance against them. What we all need is a plan and it has to be now." Ripples of fear were washed into his speech but his words had come to nothing.

"No, what you need is a toothbrush and toothpaste. Your halitosis, stinkin' ass." A giggle had escaped and a few began to laugh at what had passed.
"Sod the human trafficking going on, you talk in my face again and I will help the men load us in. As long as you can't face me." The heavy air surrounding them had lightened somewhat as everyone looked for an escape. Nine sets of eyes watching every crevice and small movement.

"What do you all do for a living? Might be nice to have something to remember you all by." Acceptance had finally caught one of the captives out. They had been able to accept what was going to happen. Margaret was defeated and her dirty features showed it.

"Hairdresser myself." Julie began as her hands ran over the wall closest to her. The ledge being held and pushed but no movement was noticed. She had to try with all her might not to cry as tears welled up.

"It's not good to do this. We have no time to reminisce. Now, when the 10th person comes in we will have no methods of escaping. They will have other people and more guns and we will be moved. Traffickers don't make money by storing people for weeks. They have to get the right people and at the right time in the right order otherwise, a breakout is almost guaranteed." Stones moved beneath foot as she walked up and down the tunnel.

"How do we know that anything you have said is true? And what if they just like the symbols? You have no clue what you are doing and besides, you have been down here for too long that I bet you just fancy yourself as a detective. You aren't Sherlock Holmes. They might just be killing us, not selling us off." Midnight nodded and looked back at them all as careful eyes all monitored her and her movements.

"Yes, I have been down here for a while but not long enough to go insane. Besides, I am not Sherlock. I prefer Miss Marple. Far more dignified and she isn't a sociopath. Besides, we know that they want to ship us off. There are other options such as a sadistic game of cat and mouse where we are the mice but they want money not to kill. If it was just about killing then there would be more of a uniform spread, not the most diverse group of people to have ever met. We range from privileged white men to working-class black women. Julie and Dominic are literal opposite ends of the spectrum. We all have nothing in common and we all know that. It was done for a reason. Remember, they picked a child but were willing to exchange the small white girl for a European looking man in his forties or whatever. I dye my hair, know how to pick locks and have a very basic knowledge of some common symbols from around the world. Dominic here has probably never wiped his own ass before coming down here." The group were quiet as she spoke and nodding came from the majority of them.

"Midnight. We know nothing about you but I have a feeling that if we don't listen to you then what we don't want to happen will happen. How do we get out?" The brown domes were begging and pleading with the woman.

"I don't know. What I do know is that if we escape before they get back then this last person will become the first of another set, just like us. But we can't afford to be here when they arrive. This trip will take a while but much less than a day." Midnight stopped and walked around the space for a moment as her face changed shape, worry lines, a smile and then a blank face. Her eyes closed for a second and then she took a deep breath in.
"Those symbols on the wall over there are that of local gang members 30 years back. Since then the gang has broken down. The boss was killed and the officers investigating exposed all of the secrets. A famous case, three gangs all taken down at once. This means that this tunnel that has a dead-end for some reason is over 30 years old but the lights are newer than that so electricians have been around. They could have left something that will help us get out." People began to search with a new vigour just as Midnight sat down again, Rossi having sat in the same position as before.

"That was inspirational. You aren't a public speaker are you?" Blue hair shook all around to disagree, her bob not quite meeting her shoulders.

"I work in a coffee shop." His laugh could be heard as her head rested on his shoulder, sleep was heavy on her mind.
"We aren't getting out of this trap are we?" The whisper had barely been heard but his throat cleared rather unexpectedly.

"No. I don't think that we are. If we are lucky we will be sent to a nice country. If not, a war-torn one. Men will be fighters or slaves while women will be used as, well. I am sure you can work that one out." A head lifted and roots could be seen, dark hairs were growing out and the dark blue was free to move.

Clanging began to sound as the metal door was hit against and scared faces all met. Eyes all turned to meet those around them and they couldn't stop their bodies from shaking as they stood, hoping for a way to get out of the situation and back home. Not a word was spoken though and so they all formed a huddle together. Tears began to fall as well as sobs.

Quick steps made it to the group but seemingly, only Rossi had the strength to look at who it was as he waited for his time to be up.
"We're saved." It had barely left his lips when he stood and the rest of them began to look up. Smiling faces that have been recently washed met them. Large blue vests were worn with 'FBI' written over it.

"Hotch. We need to get these people out of here. This has been going on for weeks now. One of them hasn't left here in nearly three weeks. I had no clue she was even here but she was one of the first ones." The SWAT all looked in the room as hugs were shared as well as smiles. Freedom was had at last.

"Come with us. We will take you back to the station and you can see your loved ones again." Like a pack they all moved towards the man who had spoken, following him as they left into the open air.

"Where is Abraham? Did you find a body?" Hotch looked through the crowd of people and then turned to Rossi. A woman who he recognised from the case file seemed to not stop as she shouted to the people looking on.

"Our profile was all wrong. Human trafficking it turns out, but, Abraham is a name that almost all of them have brought up. He was there at the beginning with the girl who isn't in your file. I can't remember exactly but from what I can remember, he was the first victim. He tried to escape until one time he was taken off and never brought back. Hotch, all of those people believe that he was killed." Dark eyes scanned the crowd and spotted a face that was not saved into the file.

"What is her name?" Hotch lifted his chin and Rossi turned to see the person he was mentioning. Even though he knew that it could only be one person.

"I don't have a clue. She was nicknamed Midnight because of the hair. Apparently, before I showed Jessica and Dominic were constantly fighting, none of them liked Jessica too much but Midnight didn't speak a word before I was in there, other than a few whispers to quiet the child. What I can say is that she is observant. But why wasn't she reported as missing? She wasn't on the list. I mean, she is British but surely she has someone. A smart girl like that has to have been to school or something. She is sociable when she wants to be but to go weeks without even a report. Her job at the coffee shop even." The two men walked over to the police cars and began to climb in, the uniform cars would follow shortly and both of the BAU members were watching the group until they turned around the corner.