A/N: Bam! Crossover! Whoo! I would have posted this in the crossover section, but I've noticed a trend that stories in the actual Crossover section never really get read. So...I posted here.
I've never done this before guys so bear with me even if it does get a little rough at some points. It also might be…a little darker than what I usually write at some points so beware of that as well.
Eeeek I'm super excited for this. Casandra Abbirena Jemily and Rolivia all in one story! Oh my gosh it's like Fanfiction overload! Omg if I could only throw some Rizzles in there my life would be COMPLETE. But…that would be over doing it. We'll save the Rizzles fluffiness for a later date.
Anyhow, this story is gonna be…well…like I said, it's different for me to write so it may be a little different for you guys to read. Even if you have never watched Criminal Minds, you can read it anyway and just pretend all of the new characters are OFC's lol. I'll shut up now. Hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own any character from the Law and Order Francis, and I don't own any character from Criminal Minds.
Warning: Occasional dark themes.
November 29th Approx. 7:55pm. Manhattan, New York
Leslie Bartlett groans and rolls her head from side to side as she slowly comes back in to the world of consciousness. She has the blink her eyes several times for them to adjust to the single lamp hanging in the room.
Shaking her head to bring her vision into focus, she notices the unfamiliar surroundings she has found herself. If she doesn't know any better, she would say that she's in a cellar of some sort.
It's cold, it's murky, and there is this awful stench of what smells like the overlapping mixtures of blood, sweat, and sex.
Leslie then becomes aware of the harsh pounding in her head and she has to blink once again to try and reduce the pain. With each passing second, the dull thud behind her eyes only seems to enhance.
She then tries to move away from where she has been slumped against the wall of the cellar, only to find herself held back by the chains cuffed to her wrist and ankle.
Panic begins to set in and Leslie begins to tug against the metal restraints only for her efforts to turn out to be futile and worthless.
"You're wasting your energy trying to get out of those."
Leslie is startled by the voice coming from her left. Her head snaps to the side, only to be met with a dingy and worn looking young woman. The woman looks to be about in her mid to late twenties, with matted blonde hair, and tired green eyes.
"There's no getting out of these things." The woman says holding up the chains on her own wrists and ankles. "I'm Sharon…"
"Leslie…" the brunette says eying the other woman curiously. "What…what's he gonna do to us?"
Sharon hesitates for a long moment before she settles on drawing her knees to her chest and looking away in a different direction, away from the frightened brunette. It's a question that she would really rather not answer.
"I…I can't talk about what he does…just like the women before me…" she says quietly, knowing that Leslie didn't hear her, but she isn't going to repeat herself.
Leslie swallows hard and once again examines the cuffs on her wrists. "How long was I out?" she mumbles, running her fingers over the metal she now realizes is blood stained.
"I was…I can't really keep track of time anymore…maybe a little more than ten minutes? I'm not entirely sure…" Sharon says watching Leslie intently.
"It's best you don't fight him whenever he comes in…that's what I've learned from being here. I don't know how long I've been missing, but it feels like ages…" she says after a long lengthy silence.
Leslie feels her heart leap into her throat and she tries to follow the unwanted lump. "What...is he going to kill me?"
Sharon opens her mouth to respond, but before she can get a word out, there is a loud thrashing at the top of the stairs that startles both women. A moment later, a muscular built man with a handsome face, slick black hair, and piecing black eyes storms down into the cellar.
He sets his deathly eyes on Sharon and storms over to the blonde, roughly grabbing her by the hair despite her sobs of protest.
"Please, don't! No!" she shrieks as he releases her of her physical restraints only to bring her into a whole new kind of emotional one.
"Shut up." the man grunts irritably, slapping Sharon hard across the face.
Leslie winces when the man shoves Sharon hard against the wall, and the sickening thud of her head echoes through the cellar. She curls herself farther into the corner, trying to deviate any attention from herself.
The man hits Sharon hard across the face once again before he presses himself into her. She sobs as she feels his erection pressing through their clothing barrier and into her most private areas.
She tries to hide the strangled scream that escapes her lips when he gets rid of that barrier and roughly slams into her. Her sobs become more consistent as he continues to forcefully thrust in to her.
All that Sharon can pray is that Leslie isn't watching what's happening to her. She squeezes her eyes shut and tries to think of anything else, other than the man who is violating her in more ways than one.
Once he's satisfied himself with the frightened woman pressed against him, he redoes his pants and drags her over to the table in the corner of the room.
"No, please! I'll do anything!" Sharon begs as he forces her onto the bloodstained wooden table. She watches with fearful yes when he begins searching the box next to the table for something.
Leslie's heart rate speeds up when she hears Sharon's ear piercing screams bounce off of the walls of the cellar. She flinches when she hears the slicing of skin and seconds later, she sees Sharon's hands go limp against the table.
Her heart sinks down to the depths of her stomach when she realizes that this man has just killed Sharon, and that she is probably the next one on his agenda.
December 1st 1-6 Precinct Squad room; Manhattan, New York
"I did not consent to this!" Olivia shouts, startling the entire bullpen.
"You don't have to consent to anything, Detective. I am in charge here, not you. I'm the one who made the call, and you will handle this job professionally." Cragen replies sternly.
Olivia scowls back at her captain, succeeding in lowering the room temperature even further. "But we don't need them here! I could have single handedly handled this case, much less than have you call in the FBI!"
Cragen raises his eyebrows and runs to Alex who has been silently watching the verbal onslaught. "Counselor, what is your input on the situation at hand? By all means, please tell us your thoughts on the matter."
Alex bites the inside of her cheek, glances at Casey briefly and turns back to the captain. "Um…this case has really turned down the wrong road, and it seems that it's only going to get worse. I feel you have a much higher chance of catching this guy if you do correlate with the FBI…"
Olivia's anger flares once again and she stares at Alex in utter disbelief. "Alex, you cannot be serious! We can catch this guy!"
"Liv, you have no leads…" Casey says, speaking up for the first time. "Five women have been abducted, raped, murdered, and dumped in various parts around the city. I really think that the FBI could be of some use."
"Is this how everyone feels about this?!" the brunette shouts addressing the rest of the squad. "Am I the only person here who believes that we can catch this guy with out sending out some sort of distress signals to the FBI?! Come on!"
"Liv, you really do need to calm down…" Elliot says trying to ease Olivia's anger.
"Calm down?! How am I supposed to calm down when we are going to have to work with a bunch of stuck up know it alls who think that they know everything? Forget this." And with that Olivia storms out of the bullpen to god knows where.
"She'll come around." Amanda sighs, contemplating going after her enraged lover, but decides better of the situation.
"Yeah, just give her time to cool of. Liv doesn't like her territory been encroached upon by anyone else, especially the Feds." Fin adds leaning back in his chair.
Alex sighs and shakes her head before turning towards Casey. "Are you ready to go?"
Casey nods her head and leads the way out of the bullpen but not before saying goodbye to the rest of the squad minus the missing Olivia.
"She was really mad in there…." Casey says once she's settled into the front seat of her car. She's expecting a verbal response, and she is completely taken off guard when Alex leans across the consol and kisses her full on the lips.
Just when the two of them had gotten full into their kiss, Casey pulls away, breathing hard from the inflicted lack of oxygen.
"Baby, as much as I enjoyed that. And believe me, I really enjoyed it. We can't sit her and make out in the car right next to the precinct." Casey says once she catches her breath.
"I know, I've just wanted to do that all day." Alex husks, nipping at the redhead's lower lip one last time before she leans back into her own seat.
Casey playfully rolls her eyes and starts the car. "What am I going to do with you?" she ask shaking her head.
"What would you do with out me?" Alex counters back, raising an inquisitive eyebrow.
"Good point…good point." Casey replies as she pulls away from the curb.
Both women in the car are completely oblivious to the black car with tinted windows that also pulls away from the curb. The car stays at a safe two and a half car lengths behind them, following the ADA's to where ever it is they are going.
District Attorney's Office of Manhattan, NY
"I feel as big as a whale…" Serena groans, slumping down into the chair across from Alex's desk.
"You look great Rena." Alex responds carefully, knowing just how moody her best friend can be, especially at this time of day. She flinches when Serena scowls at her and mentally sighs in relief when she looks away to glare at something else in the room. "I bet I look like a horse and you're just trying to be nice. You're not fooling me Alexandra." Serena says firmly, her glare returning to the elder blonde.
"I'm being serious, Serena. You look fine. You're pregnant, something tells me that you aren't exactly supposed to feel like a feather." Alex curses to herself as she realizes her errors. 'Oh no, that was a poor choice of words.'
"So you're saying that I AM fat? God Alex, you really are rude and insensitive sometimes...between you and Abbie, I just don't know how I'm going to make it for another six months…."
Alex nervously chews her lip and continues to fiddle with her pen. She knows absolutely nothing about pregnancy so she doesn't know how long this mood swing stage will last. With Serena, it's been kind of an on and off thing, but she sure she's not the only one that wishes it would disappear completely.
"You and Casey should think about having a baby." Serena states happily twirling a strand of hair around her finger. It has yet to amaze people how her mood can change drastically in a matter of seconds.
Alex shakes her head and absentmindedly doodles on a loose sheet of paper from her note bad. "Casey doesn't believe in children…" she mumbles, remembering the countless upon countless of discussions she's had with her lover about the subject at hand.
"But why? I'm sure the two of you would be excellent parents. You'd have just the cutest little family!"
"Yeah well…like I said, Casey doesn't want to have kids. She doesn't particularly like…children…"
Serena's face contorts into a pout and she folds her arms. "Well that's dumb. I thought everybody liked kids. Maybe you'll be able to talk her into it one day. I thought I'd never get Abbie to agree to wanting to have a baby."
"Yeah me neither…" a southern accented voice mumbles from the doorway. "But once she suggested it I knew I was fighting a losing battle."
Alex chuckles as Abbie's comment has seemed to shift Serena back into that horribly foul mood that she was in earlier.
"Is she being mean?" Abbie asks, looking at Serena, but talking to Alex.
"Isn't she always being mean?" the older blonde responds jokingly.
Serena rolls her eyes and crosses her arms tightly, looking away from her sarcastic best friend and her seemingly incompetent girlfriend. She's had enough of being insulted for one day.
"Hey, look at me." Abbie says quietly, searching for those angry blue eyes she loves so much. "Please try to relax more okay? I don't want you to add stress to yourself…Now, give me a kiss, so I know you're not mad at me."
"No…" Serena responds firmly, turning her face away quickly.
"If you don't give me a kiss, I'm going to stop going out in the middle of the night to find you your special pizza…" Abbie warns. She smile widely when she receives a quick peck on the lips as a response.
Alex can't help but verbally aw at her two closet friends. She's always thought that Abbie and Serena were the cutest couple ever and they balance each other out perfectly. And now they're going to be the cutest family ever; it's all just so adorable.
"Anyway, I came down here to ask you about the Feds that are coming." Abbie says looking up towards Alex. "You ready for that?"
Alex groans and rubs her eyes under her glasses. She can't express enough how much she loathes dealing with federal agents, especially those who think they know everything, but with this killer still on the loose they need all the help they can get.
"Personally, I am probably not looking forward to it, nor are my detectives. You should have seen Olivia at the precinct today. But I'm only the ADA, and neither me, nor Casey can really question Don's requests for outside help…" she states firmly.
"Is that the only thing that's bothering you?" Serena asks, raising her eyebrows. She senses something more, and unlike most people, she can she straight through Alex's tough exterior. She knows that it's far more than the case that's bothering her.
Alex sighs and this time removes her glasses, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Casey's been…kind of distant lately. Yeah, I mean, with this case, and everything we really don't have that much time to see each other, but it's like she's not even making an effort. We talked on our way back from the precinct and all, but it wasn't like it usually is. Even when we kissed, she just kind of felt…reluctant…"
"Well maybe it's just the case? From what I've heard, it really is a tough one…on everybody…" Abbie offers up sincerely.
Alex sighs again and nods her head. "Yeah…I guess. I just wish she'd tell me if something was wrong."
Behavioral Analysis Unit; Quantico, Virginia
"What've we got JJ?" Hotch asks as he enters the conference room, taking his seat at the table with the rest of the team.
JJ clicks her remote and brings up the images of the six victims from the case. "Over literally the past month, six women have been abducted in Manhattan or areas around Manhattan. Each woman was found with similar injuries of severe sexual and physical assault but each death has been different. Our latest victim, Sharon Lancaster, was found two days ago with similar injuries to the other victims, only her cause of death was…well, I'll let you see for yourself."
The team winces collectively minus Garcia who frantically covers her hands with her eyes, trying to shield away the brutal images from her brain.
"Well, that's a little sloppy…" Rossi says, looking away from the screen having seen enough of the gore for the first part of his day.
"It deviates from the rest of the victims that's for sure." Emily grumbles looking back down at the information on her iPad.
JJ hums at continues on with the description of the case. "In addition to Sharon being found two days ago, approximately three and a half days ago, a woman by the name of Leslie Bartlett went missing."
"Have they found a body?" Reid asks looking up, analyzing the one picture on the screen that isn't a corpse.
"No, local police hasn't found anything on her whereabouts. I was actually contacted by the captain of the Special Victims Unit requesting us for this case…" JJ responds, setting the remote down on the table.
"Special Victims? Don't they major in sex crimes?" Morgan asks curiously.
"Sex crimes are always the icky ones…" Garcia mumbles, rubbing her eyes from the images she's just seen.
All eyes turn to Hotch awaiting for him to make the decision on what is to be done next. He hums silently to himself before he stands up, making eye contact with the rest of his team.
"Then it looks like we'll be heading to New York. Garcia, I want you to fly in with us on this one. Wheels up in thirty."
JJ is in her office, getting her go bag together when she feels a hand slide teasingly across her backside. She jumps in surprise and spins around only to be met with the smug grin of her girlfriend.
"Em, we've talked about this. We can't do stuff like this at work, and I just don't think…" she trails off, not really knowing what it is she was going to say anymore.
Emily's grin falters a bit as she opts for taking JJ's hand instead. "Hey, I know…it's just…we don't get any time together…like at all. I never see you that often out side of work, and at work we have to pretend like we aren't seeing each other. It's just so frustrating."
JJ briefly peek beneath the blinds of her office before she wraps her arms around her lover's neck. She allows Emily to pull her closer and into a passionate kiss that can only last for a short time.
"Maybe when we get back we'll have some time off, and we can just go away together." The dark haired woman suggests.
JJ sighs exasperatedly and allows her head to rest on Emily's shoulder. "Maybe…just maybe…"
On The Jet
"Oh ho, ho, here's a laugh for you." Rossi says reading the information he has on the SVU team. "Turns out this squad works really close with their ADA's."
"Lemme see that." Morgan says reaching over and taking the file from the elder agent. "Alexandra Cabot and Casey Novak…hmmm…"
"There's two of em? That's frightening." Emily says looking over from where she's seated across from JJ.
"Yeah, apparently so. You know, I read somewhere in a monologue that lawyers tend to have a higher and much broader vocabulary and literal knowledge than anyone else in the law spectrum. Thus adding to their high end and stuck up attitudes." Reid rambles off ceremoniously.
"I bet that's all just a stereotype. We won't know what they're like until we actually get there. Who knows, maybe they're actually nice people." JJ offers sincerely.
There is complete silence on the plane before the rest of the team erupts into laughter. Even Hotch manages to crack a smile at JJ's seemingly illogical speculations.
JJ rolls her eyes and sits back in her chair. "I'm just saying, they could be. But what we need to worry about is our not-so-welcome wagon that we have waiting for us when we get there."
"I've got to say, Detective Benson is one damn impressive cop. If I had a record like this, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't want us coming either." Rossi says glancing over another sheet of paper.
"Well she better not ask for it by giving us a hard time." Derek says crossing his arms.
"Oh save it Derek, I bet she could beat your ass." Emily responds chuckling.
"Actually, I wouldn't put it past her to try." Reid murmurs as he leans across the seat, reading the same sheet of paper Rossi has in his hand.
"As much as I am enjoying talking about the SVU, I believe that we should begin putting together a preliminary profile for our unsub." Hotch says blandly.
"Okay, so you guys want to know something icky about this guy? And or girl?" Garcia says, typing furiously on her laptop. "Something about all six victims, including the missing Leslie Bartlett. They have roughly similar lines of occupations. See look. Sharon Lancaster and Veronica Morris were paralegals, while Janice McCormick and Lindsey Garza were public defenders; Kate Wilson worked for a private owned law firm, Vanessa Springer worked as a homicide defense attorney, and now the missing Leslie Bartlett is an prosecutor for Child Protective Services…"
"So…he targets lawyers?" Reid asks curiously.
"No wonder they called us in. He's picking his way through the bottom." Morgan says cynically.
"Pretty soon he could work his way up to their ADAs..." Rossi murmurs, piecing together scenarios in his mind.
"When we land, JJ, you and Morgan will go and speak with the ADAs , Prentiss will go with Dave to the dumpsite of the latest victim, and I will go to the station with Reid and Garcia to speak with the detectives and possibly the medical examiner." Hotch says authoritatively.
"Poo, I wanted the easy job, like go and meet with the scary lawyers. I've always wanted to see what one looks like in real life." Garcia says jokingly.
"Don't worry about it Baby girl." Morgan says leaning back in his seat again. "I bet they're all bark and zero bite. Like little Chihuahuas!"
Oh if he only knew how oh so very wrong he is.
Oh my god you guys, could you imagine what Alexandra Cabot would do to Derek Morgan if she hear him compare her to a Chihuahua? OMG.
Eeee I was kind of squirming at that little dash of Abbirena fluff I put in there…eeee I'm just so excited about this, can you guys tell?
Lol, hope you enjoyed my little preview chapter here. Your reviews will let me know if I should continue with this or not. Leave a review?