I do not own Bleach, nor do I own Criminal Minds.

Chapter 1

The rural area seemed peaceful enough. At first glance, you'd think it's the perfect place to live in without a freakin' care in the world...

"Well isn't that a load of shit", thought the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit Chief Ichigo Kurosaki. Ichigo had brown eyes, wild bright orange hair, and a handsome trademark scowl on his face. He had chiseled features and a lean but muscular body. He sat at his desk, where his current case resided. He opened one of the files.

Victim #4: Nami Takinawa

There was a picture of a very attractive female. She had short auburn hair and big grey eyes. She was smirking in the photo. Next to it was the same woman, if you could even call it that. It was her corpse. Her eyes were wide open. Lifeless and glazed over with death. Her auburn hair was caked in dried blood. Her mouth was torn up and sewn together. Cuts were everywhere on the body. They were in the shape of arrows. They were going everywhere as if they were meant to perfect the woman's flaws. They were on her face, her arms, her legs. Everywhere. Most noticeably was the huge gash in her chest. It was filled with her coagulated blood. There was a note left within the woman's hand. It read:

"She's nothing like you. Her body had an atrocious amount of flaws. Flaws you would never have my dear. Her hair wasn't as bright as yours, nor were her eyes as loving as yours. Her voice disgusted me the most. It lacked the angelic melody your voice always had. She was filth, nothing but filth. And you are perfection. I will find you my love. I promise."

Nami's body was currently held at the Marine Corps Base Quantico for a full examination.

Ichigo looked away from the sight. This 4th victim was the same as the others. Auburn hair, grey eyes, a fairly attractive woman. And at every crime scene there was a note. Each one describing a seemingly perfect woman and criticizing the mutilated woman that came with it. God, sometimes he really hated his job.

His job.

The only reason he took this job was to make sure nothing like what happened to 'her' would happen to anyone else.

He closed the file and ran his hand through his bright orange hair. He's been working solo for two days now. The other agents were on their holiday vacation. Ichigo should be too, but his family was still in Japan. They were flying in tomorrow. He hasn't seen his father or sisters in what seemed like forever since he joined the FBI. It was a minor price to pay since he would be able to protect them. At the end of the day, family's all you really have and Ichigo made sure to call them every other day to stay in touch. He wasn't about to lose someone else. A knocking at the door brought Ichigo back from his reminiscing.

"It's open", Ichigo leaned back in his black leather chair. The BAU's Technical Analyst Rangiku Matsumoto, walked in. She had long, blonde hair that reached her mid-back. She had crystal blue eyes, a pretty face, and an hour glass- shaped tan body.

"What are you doing here?" Ichigo asked.

"I see you're in a good mood today. I just wanted to give you the heads up. My sister's coming today to help the team out"

'Wait... what the hell?'

"Rangiku, you do know we don't except help from anyone that isn't from the Department of Justice" Rangiku nodded.

"Ok, then tell me why the hell your sister's coming here?"

'He doesn't know. I should've guessed. He just started working here two months ago' Rangiku grinned. 'This should be interesting.'

"What's the matter Kurosaki? Afraid my darling sister will steal your thunder?"

Ichigo glared at the bubbling blonde.

"Look, I know that you've worked here longer than me, but that certainly doesn't give you the right to do whatever the hell you feel like doing. So tell your sister that she isn't needed here".

Rangiku raised a perfectly plucked, blonde eyebrow.

"Oh come on Kurosaki. Wouldn't you like to have another sexy woman working here alongside you? And not only is she attractive, she's also a genius. She's almost exactly like me", Rangiku smirked.

"Exactly like you? No thank you. I've got enough headaches". The redhead stated as a matter of fact. He emphasized his point by placing his thumb and index finger to his temples.

Rangiku's smirk automatically fell to a frown.

"Alright then, let's just see who gets the last laugh", Rangiku half shouted," And you shouldn't be so quick to assume, Ichigo."

"Rangi-", Ichigo's voice was cut short by the door slamming. The tired man just sighed.

"That woman's going to be the death of me", He went back to his work.


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Meanwhile...

Outside the office, Rangiku stomped angrily to her computer crowded desk.

'Oh, that Kurosaki can be such a jerk', Rangiku pouted and she started to organize evidence from the newest case. A picture of an auburn haired, grey-eyed girl appeared. She stared at the picture.

"She looks just like-"

Rangiku's cell phone started to ring. She quickly looked at the caller I.D. and answered it.

"Orihime! Are you almost here?"

"Yeah. I'm getting off the elevator right now"

Rangiku turned towards the elevator. Sure enough, the doors opened to reveal Orihime Inoue. Orihime was a stunning woman. She had long auburn hair that caressed her porcelain skin around her face. She had big, stormy grey eyes that held a childlike innocence, even with this job that could easily taint anyone's inner beings.

But not Inoue's.

Orihime also had an hourglass figure like her older sister, but not exactly. Orihime's was a bit more... toned down. But she wasn't just a pretty face. She was the BAU's former Unit chief, before Ichigo came.

"Hey Rangiku", Orihime smiled. She stepped out of the elevator, suitcase in hand.

"Hi Orihime!" Rangiku pulled the auburn haired girl into a bone crushing embrace.

"R-Rangiku, y-you're hurting me. C-can't breathe".

"Ah, sorry. So, how was your vacation?"

"It was great! Nothing better than the sun on your skin"

"I'm glad. But it feels much better with you here. Our new Chief isn't exactly the liveliest. He called me a headache!" Rangiku said incredulously. Orihime giggled.

"He's been in his office most of his vacation. It's sad really. And he can't even wait for the rest of the team to come back and help. We're a team. I don't think he gets that. Maybe you can knock some sense into him."

"I'll try my best. I'm just going to settle down my stuff in my office first. Can you make me a copy of the case meanwhile?"

"Right on it Chief." Rangiku started to her office. Orihime smiled.

'I'm no one's Chief anymore' Orihime picked up her suitcase and headed to her office.

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