A/N: My summer of happy is over. I needed to get into researching and writing a case fic. This is it.

This one is going to be dark at times and with details that are not pleasant. I've alluded to the subject matter in the story summary; you all are smart enough to figure out the rest. This is not my comfort zone, but the story I want to write. I'm trying to expand my writing horizons once again. When those chapter(s) come up, I will give you fair warning.

On the good side of the Force, it's team, team and team! And as usual, is fully written. You will get a chapter a day. May the Force be with me.

All rights to the CM characters belong to Mark Gordon Studios, CBS and ABC Studios.

*Knightly bow*

Chapter 1

Matt Taylor was sitting in his office; his dress shirt sleeves rolled as usual up his forearms, with his suitcoat hanging over the back of his desk chair. His Glock 17 hung in its shoulder holster under his left armpit. The phone rang; Matt picked it up, still reading details of a case he was doing a consult on. "Taylor," he said, not bothering to look at who the caller was on the phone ID screen.

"Matt, it's Hotch; we've got a case." Matt listened to the details that Hotch gave him.

"That's it," he asked.

"Matt, I know it's not much…"

"Whoa Aaron; I get it and have full buy in. But it's going to take some time for Chuck and Angie to get ready. Usually with Garcia putting the case presentation together and our round table briefing gives them that time. They can't throw it together in a heartbeat."

"I understand that Matt. Contact Chuck; give him the details and get a best guess for take-off. When you get that, let me know. We'll coordinate a time after that to get the rest of the team going."

"Yes sir," Matt said, closing the file on his consult. That would have to wait. He pushed the lever down in the phone cradle to end Hotch's call and hit the speed dial to Chuck, giving him the team's destination. "Chuck; ASAP on possible take-off time."

"Roger that Cob." Chuck clicked off the line.

Matt hit the lever again and hit another speed dial button. "Office of Almighty Information," he heard.

"Garcia, it's Cob; we have a case."

"Why are you calling me instead of the Bossman?"

"Because we're taking this case at the ground level and we have very little information at this time; the team briefing will be on the plane. But there are things I need you to do for me."

"I'm at the ready Colonel; command me." Matt smiled and gave her a detailed list of what he needed, in order of getting things done. "That's why I love you Cob," Garcia said. "You make my life easy with prioritizing things. Consider it done," she added.

"Thanks Garcia," Matt said, hanging up the phone. The next call he made was to Abbey.

-00CM00-

Less than three hours later, Chuck and Angie had the team flying westward. As soon as the seatbelt sign went off, the team gathered around the four top of seats. Hotch looked at them. Garcia was on the computer screens.

"I got a phone call this morning from John Blackwolf."

Morgan looked at him. "From the Terra Mesa case? That was what, nine years ago?"

"Eight years, eleven months and twenty-nine days," Reid added.

"Like I said," Morgan countered, "nine years ago." Matt just shook his head at the two of them.

"I remember reading about that case," Emily said.

"So do I," Dave added, giving her the Rossi finger point.

"Yes him; he's now the Chief of the Fort Apache Reservation Police Department. When we were there, the tribal council was finalizing plans to add gambling to the reservation to increase income for the tribal members. That has come to fruition. From what little John told me, we won't believe the change."

"But," Matt asked.

"Two girls, ages 16 and 17, at the instance of his niece, walked into his office this morning and told him about being raped. The first one, the seventeen year old, happened four days ago. The second one was two days ago." Matt hiked an eyebrow at him. "And that was all they told him. He could see the physical injuries they had suffered; bruising around their wrists, each had a black eye. His police department is still in its infancy; they don't have female officers at all and the male officers are not trained to handle those kinds of interviews." Emily and JJ eyed each other, already knowing the task that awaited them. "If it wasn't for his niece being so adamant with her friends, no one would know about it."

Matt shook his head. "There are more than those two girls."

Hotch nodded. "From what his niece told him, yes. She could only get the two of them to come forward."

"A closed culture like that, I can understand. Rape in mainstream America is the most under reported crime," Matt said. "We all know the statistics," he added, looking at Reid. "On an Apache reservation," Matt added with a question, shaking his head. "Blackwolf should be damn proud of his niece."

"He should think about putting his niece in protective custody" Morgan added. Matt pointed at him, nodding his head.

"I already mentioned that to John," Hotch said. "And he's contacted the St. Joseph's Hospital in Phoenix for medical staff to come to the reservation to examine the girls. One of the doctors working there is female and Native American. She will be doing the exams at the local clinic on the reservation, along with other female medical staff."

"That still doesn't lessen the trauma," JJ said. "But I'm glad it's a female staff." Everyone nodded their agreement.

"Wait," Emily said. "The local clinic doesn't have that?"

Hotch shook his head. "The clinic is new itself; built with income from gambling profits like the police department. Right now, it's mainly a triage clinic; minor wounds, colds, ear infections, that sort of thing."

"Sir, if I may," Garcia said on their screens. "I normally put together a file for you about these kinds of things but I didn't get that chance with the quick nature of this case. But I have that info now."

"Go ahead Garcia."

"In a phrase; holy cannoli. A consortium of Native American tribes across the county give low interest loans to other tribes looking to get into reservation gambling. Just after you peeps left on the last case, it got approved, based on the tribal land being so close to the Las Vegas area. To the tune of ten million dollars which sent the investors looking to seize the other half of the Apache land in Terra Mesa running. They built a small casino and hotel complex. And btw, they paid off that loan in six years. Eighteen months after that, they expanded the hotel by four times and added an event center for concerts. That fifty million dollar load should be paid off in less than ten years.

"While doing that, they used some of the other extra income to increase the standard of living for tribal members, as well as the tribal school."

Matt smiled at Reid. "You remember that Doc?" Reid eyed him. "Answering all the questions instead of letting the students do it?"

"Is your name Samuel," Morgan quoted.

"Wait," Reid said. "Neither of you were there." Reid burrowed a look at Hotch.

JJ smiled. "Spence, Gideon told the rest of us that story on you."

Dave and Emily shared a look. "You got it figured out Emily," Dave asked with a smile.

"Yup," she smiled back.

"Garcia continue please," Hotch said, shaking his head. The rest all smiled.

"You got it boss. However, they learned from some of their counterparts across the country and tied strings to the how much each family could get, based on such things as school attendance for the children. The high school graduation rate for tribal children has rose 59% in the last five years." Matt whistled a deep appreciation. "And they poured a lot of the profits into the infrastructure of the tribal population such as the police department and clinic. In addition, the employment rate in the area has rose over 30 percent, just in casino jobs. Plus, plus their charitable giving to the community around the area is off the charts. They're really rocking and rolling with the money, in a super good way. And extra, extra, next building item is a heritage center."

"Good for them," Matt smiled.

"They are definitely doing it right," Emily added.

"Thanks Garcia," Hotch said. "We appreciate the info; let's get back to the case."

"We won't know for sure until the girls are interviewed, but I believe we're dealing with an anger excitation rapist," Dave said, looking at the pictures of the girls Blackwolf had taken that were on his tablet that Garcia had sent. They all discussed what needed to be done to move the case along.

"I want this sonofabitch," Morgan growled.

"Get in line," Matt said.

"So does John" Hotch said.

Matt looked into his laptop. "Garcia, how are you doing on my list?"

"Cob, it's all done except for the ones I need to talk to Blackwolf about."

"Garcia," Hotch asked.

"Sir, I'm sorry. But he won't take my phone calls or return my messages."

"That's me," Hotch said, pulling out his cell phone. He sent a quick text. Matt smiled at Dave as the rest of team discussed things.

Five minutes later, Garcia smiled in the laptop. "Thanks Bossman; you're the bomb. Garcia out." She disappeared from the screen.

Matt smiled at Dave. "God help him." Dave just smiled at Matt with another finger point.

-00CM00-

"Oracle of Quantico; how may I help you," Garcia said, answering her phone.

"Agent Garcia, John Blackwolf. I got a text from SAC Hotchner to contact you. I'm sorry I haven't returned your calls. I have been dealing with an issue in the casino."

"Not to fret Chief," she said.

Blackwolf smiled into his phone. "Agent Garcia, I am not the chief on this reservation."

"But you're the chief of the reservation police department. That makes you a chief in my world."

Blackwolf smiled. "I remember your voice with you talking to Agent Morgan on the Terra Mesa case."

"Ahhh yes; my chocolate god of thunder." Blackwolf cleared his throat. "Right sir," Garcia said. "I've got some issues I need you to help me with from Agent Taylor."

"Agent Taylor?"

"Oh, that's right," Garcia said. "He wasn't with the team on that case back then. You can't miss him sir; he's the big, tall, handsome strapping Irishman that's a Marine colonel in another life. He's Hotch's number two man."

"Understood Agent Garcia," Blackwolf said. "I think I'll be able to pick him out of the crowd."

"Btw Chief; it's just Garcia. The agent part doesn't roll in my world. I'm just the team's tech genius." She outlined what she needed.

"I'll take care of it Garcia; and please just John for me."

"You rock John."

John Blackwolf shook his head with a smile, ending the conversation. He knew he had made the right call to bring in the BAU.

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A/N: For you sharp eyed CM watchers, yes the original case in the S1 episode of The Tribe was in New Mexico. I moved it to Arizona; author's privilege. And Reid's remembrance of the actual case date may not be spot on; same privilege.

The economic impact of gambling on tribal land is based on my research. While such things as using gambling profits to increase school attendance and the impact on area employment rates is factual, other things are based on my working for a tribal casino and their growth as well as author's privilege using my research as inspiration.