Fic: Alternate Avenues of Investigation 2/? (CM/SPN)
Title: Alternate Avenues of Investigation 2/?
Fandom: (Criminal Minds/ Supernatural)
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Pre-Foyet for Criminal Minds, after the boys have met Hendrickson and racked up a death toll.
Summary: When a good friend of the brothers goes missing there is only one place they can go for help.
his old team, the BAU.
Disclaimer: As usual I own nothing, though I pay through the nose for internet access
Note: There are three different versions of this fic floating around in my head, all of them just slightly different. *argh*
Part 1
The BAU bullpen was in its normal state of activity when JJ walked through on her way to Hotch’s office. Tapping on the door she stepped inside at Hotch’s ok.
"Can I help you JJ?” he asked in a calm tone.
“Ten minutes ago Dean Winchester walked through the front door and asked to speak to you.”
JJ’s puzzlement was obvious. Dean and his brother Sam Winchester had been leading the FBI on a rabbit hunt for the past year, making many agents nervous. The fact that he’d walked into a FBI building was nothing short of bizarre, though Hotch didn’t know enough to understand the man’s intentions.
“Me personally?” he clarified.
She flicked through the file in her hand. “You and the team. He identified himself and hasn’t said anything else and the only things they found during the search that he had on him were these.”
JJ handed over four photos, printed off on normal computer paper. Hotch couldn’t identify three of them but the last photo was a man he knew very well.
“Get the team in the conference room with Winchesters file, have Morgan sit on Winchester, I want to know if he even twitches.” He stormed out of the office towards the conference room, Jason Gideon’s photo clutched tightly in his hand.
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Reid watched Hotch stride out of his office followed by JJ. The worried look on her face caught Reid’s eye, for someone who generally didn’t understand people even he could see the worried tension radiating off he.
“JJ?” he asked softly. “Is there something wrong with Hotch?”
She flustered. “Not Hotch. He wants you in the conference room. A new profile on Dean Winchester.”
Morgan’s voice joined their conversation. “Winchester? As in the guy who is on a spree across America with his brother that none of the agency can stop?”
The Winchesters actions were by this stage something of an in-house embarrassment. Every time the FBI got close to the Winchester brothers they either disappeared from custody or ended up dead. Only to later appear at the scene of another crime. The agent in charge of the case from all that Morgan knew was determined to catch them or die trying.
“As in Dean Winchester who walked into the building ten minutes ago and gave himself up asking to talk to Hotch or one of you.” JJ replied.
Reid was puzzled, each of the times that the brothers had been in custody there had been a reason, but he couldn’t see one here. “Do we know why?” he asked.
“No,” she worried at her lip. “But it has something to do with Gideon.”
Reid froze. Gideon. The man who had bought him into the BAU, who had taught him so much. The man who left him with only a letter for consolation. He shook himself out of his state; there would be time later for all the questions running through his head. Right now he would have to deal. JJ was still talking.
“Morgan, Winchester should have been escorted into the interrogation room by now. Hotch wants you to sit on him. See how he acts. He walked in here of his own free will and Hotch wants to know why, but not until he has a full profile.”
Morgan nodded, up and out of the room as soon as she had finished.
The team sat around the table reading over the files which made up Dean Winchesters profile. The more they read, the more they were puzzled.
“This doesn’t make sense. The murders in St Louis were terrifying and brutal. Yet the next crime that they commit is grave desecration? They were accelerating up til that point and then what, a sudden stop? It doesn’t make sense.”
Reid’s frustration with the files was growing. As the fastest reader he had blurred through them while the others were still on their firsts. The worry over Gideon and how he could be connected for spurring him on faster. Never mind emotionally compromised, that was the teams default setting.
Rossi was concerned over the time line. “Hendrickson seems to want to pin everything he can on them. He has them in Ohio with fake credit cards and two states over kidnapping hikers.” He turned to Hotch. “I agree with Reid. There’s something we’re missing here”
“Have we figured out who the other three photos are?” Prentiss asked.
Hotch shook his head. “I have Garcia running them through the databases but nothing yet. She’ll call when she has something.”
He stood, leaving the others to further look through the files . “I’m going to see what I can get out of Winchester. Maybe something he says will be the missing piece.”
He murmured the last under his breath. Jason Gideon had been a good friend of his for a long time. And while he wasn’t as upset about it as Reid (and he didn’t think anyone could be) it still hurt that the man had left the team so suddenly. knowing this information about Winchester didn’t make the situation any less bizarre, it made it more complicated.
And he still didn’t understand the man’s intentions.