A/N: So, I'll be honest, I don't really know what this is. This AU has been seeding in my head for so long and I needed to get it somewhere besides my own google docs. This will mostly be drabbles, probably around 1000 words each. Also, a lot of it will be about the Starks because I'm pretty much obsessed with them, but I'll make sure other characters and other families get in there at some point too. It'll be the most basic definition of an AU, where the same characters and the same events are just transplanted into a different setting. Also, this probably won't be linear. I don't really know yet (can you tell I haven't done much planning with this lol). This first chapter is mostly just an introduction to the world and the way the whole thing is set up. This chapter starts pretty much in the middle of Robert's Rebellion, but the narrative itself will jump backwards and forwards all over the place. I'll make sure the put the characters and the timeframe in a note at the beginning of each chapter. Hope you guys enjoy! (Also this hasn't been beta-read so I apologize for any errors)

August 10th, 1996

Agent Mick Hannigan paced up and down the floor of his office, hands on his forehead. He looked out the window frequently, at the Chicago skyline, sighing often and shaking his head. Finally he sat down behind his desk, leaning backward in his chair and inhaling deeply.

Something odd was going on in his city.

Something odd was always going on in his city, especially when a person worked Organized Crime in Chicago, but this was a brand of odd Hannigan had never seen in his fifteen years with the Bureau.

Odd comes with the territory, Mick, said his team members when he'd voiced his suspicions earlier. And they were right. The way organized crime ran around here was not normal at all - organizations worked together, bailed each other out, and let themselves be run by a tyrant who took profit from all of them. The way the Starks, Lannisters, Baratheons, all of the huge families in town - old families with proud histories back in their home countries - let the Targaryens run them around and tell them what to do was one of the strangest things Hannigan had ever encountered. His coworkers had spent years just trying to figure out the way the damn system worked, and they were still trying to put together the puzzle pieces.

But something had happened to destroy that system.

The Targaryen patriarch had been losing it for a while - everyone knew that. Mick heard rumors all the time from the innocent new agents who were astounded by the things the man was capable of. Thirty house fires had been started in one night a year or so ago, all residences of people Aerys was known to have a grudge against. His preferred contracted killer, someone the moles called Payne, supposedly had his tongue ripped out when it was whispered throughout the Mob that Payne thought Tywin Lannister was really running the operation (a statement which, Hannigan thought, was probably true). And some of the seasoned veterans had been hearing disturbing chatter from undercover agents that Rhaegar Targaryen was trying to overthrow his father to take his "rightful place" at the head of the Mafia.

Hannigan didn't concern himself with the Targaryens or the any of the others much. His assignment was the Starks, who were their own brand of weird. They ran the north end of town and stayed out of the way of most of the other families. The people he'd inherited the case from had said the Starks were a very secretive clan, rarely straying outside of their own comfort zone, but things had begun to change in the last ten years or so; they'd been interacting more with the other families. The oldest son, Brandon, had been seen making a tour around the clubs the Starks were in charge of, observing and noting to make sure he knew the way the business worked. Talk was that he was engaged to one of the Tully girls. Ned, the next eldest, had been spending a little bit too much time with Robert Baratheon at the Arryn's clubs to make Hannigan comfortable. The youngest boy, Benjen, was only just starting high school, so he hadn't done anything to put himself on the spiderweb of a board Mick and his team had going in the conference room, but he would soon enough. High school was always when the shady activity started, though never anything with solid enough evidence to charge any of them with. The only Stark girl, Lyanna, was supposed to be marrying Robert Baratheon later that year, according to the undercovers. This had been confirmed by Chicago PD when the truant officer had come looking for her after she'd been gone from school for two weeks and discovered that she was nowhere to be found.

Lyanna Stark had gone missing in April. Well, not technically, since the family never filed a report. They insisted they knew exactly where she was, that she was staying with an aunt in Miami. Except Rickard Stark didn't have any family or associates living within 100 miles of Miami. For the past four months, Mick and his team had operated under the assumption that Lyanna was missing, possibly dead. They'd figured her disappearance would make the family more likely to screw up, to do something they could arrest them for. Except the break hadn't come.

And then there was the matter of Brandon and Rickard.

Their bodies had been found three weeks ago, dumped in an alleyway just a few blocks south of Dragonfire, the club the Targaryens owned and operated. The bruising around Brandon's neck had been deep purple, and extended from his jaw to his collarbone. The coroner said his right shoulder had been popped clear out of its socket, like he'd been reaching for something. Rickard Stark had been burned so badly that two of Mick's partners had thrown up on the spot, and CSI had to use dental records to identify him. Mick himself felt like vomiting as he recalled the scene. And then he'd gotten the ME's final report a few days later - both men had smoke in their lungs. Rickard Stark had been burned alive, Mick's team realized, and Brandon had been made to watch.

Chicago PD had tried numerous times to contact Ned Stark, to figure out if he knew something that could help them catch Brandon and Rickard's killer. But the Starks wouldn't answer them, and in the weeks since the Stark murders, the locals had been swamped as even more Mob members had come through the morgue, most of them known to be associated with the Targaryen operation. The number of Mob homicides had gone up two hundred percent in the last three weeks, the resident genius on Mick's floor had said as he'd walked into the office that morning, and the number of people reported missing had skyrocketed, as well. Rhaegar Targaryen himself was among that number, Mick had noted a few days ago as he skimmed through the list of missing Mob associates the locals had sent over, and had been since at least June, though there were several question marks after the date. When Mick called one of the agents who was assigned to the Targaryen case to ask about it, she'd told him that the date on the file was when the undercovers had reported that he was missing, but that an official report hadn't been filed yet (and probably wouldn't be, Mick had thought to himself). She'd also told Mick that it was more than likely Rhaegar had been missing long before then, but the undercovers had only just confirmed that fact, since Aerys was incredibly paranoid. And the list of missing or dead Mob members now included several associates of the Tyrells and the Martells along with Targaryens, and a few, though far less, members of the Baratheon, Arryn, and Tully organizations.

Mick knew better than to suggest a civil war. The very suggestion could cause mass panic if he said it to the wrong person. But the more he pored over the files, and the more he stared at the disturbing photos from the Stark crime scene, the more he convinced himself that it was the only reasonable explanation. But what was the cause? Yes, Aerys was certifiably insane; it was one of the first things new agents learned when they entered the unit. But he was mostly just paranoid, and he wouldn't have done something that brutal to two high-ranking (and profitable) members of the Mafia if he didn't have cause to believe it justified. Aerys - or at least, the people who were controlling him - had to have known the backlash those murders would bring upon him. So why risk it at all? There was something Mick was missing, something staring him right in the face, but for the love of God, he couldn't figure out what the hell it was.

A knock came on his office door. He sat up, glancing over to see one of his team members, Ashley Cassel, leaning into his doorframe.

"Hey, Cassel," he said, sighing. "Whaddaya need?"

"Local PD's got something they want us to check out." Mick raised his eyebrows. "Another body. Mob member."

Mick sighed and closed his eyes. "Don't tell me another one of those Stark kids went and got himself killed," he replied, standing and grabbing his badge out of his desk drawer.

"No, it's not another Stark, but I think you'll still be interested." Cassel's eyes lit up as she spoke, and Mick recognized the devilish smile on her face as the same one she wore whenever she was onto a new lead.

"Oh, yeah? And why's that?" he replied tiredly.

"Because it's Rhaegar Targaryen."

A/N: On another super irrelevant side-note, I don't have a beta-reader, so if anyone is interested in helping me, you should either send me a message on tumblr or PM me on here. Also, reviews make me write faster :)