Hey everybody, It's Brandon. I just completed my first fan fic. I hope everybody enjoys this Austin & Ally/Criminal Minds crossover. I will be posting more chapters as the story progresses. Please leave your reviews.

Disclaimer: I don't own Austin & Ally nor do I own Criminal Minds.


Crossovers & Flashbacks

An Austin & Ally/Criminal Minds crossover fan fic


Prologue

It was a peaceful night in Miami. The moon shined brightly against the skyline as people made their way around the waterfront. A gentle breeze was blowing along the marina when the peace was suddenly disturbed by a loud shattering noise.

Along an alleyway, a young woman ran frantically towards a major street. Behind her, she could hear the steps of someone giving chase.

"Please don't hurt me!" the blonde haired twenty-something woman shouted to the person who was behind her.

"Get back here, you little bitch!" the unknown person behind the woman shouted. "I want you to share the same fate as your family. You have disappointed me, and you have disappointed yourself."

"I don't know who you are, and I didn't disappoint them." the woman said as she felt the unsub grab her from behind. "My family supported me, even when I did those questionable offenses."

"It doesn't matter. I just know you're a little whore who used her photography skills to blackmail a mutual friend of ours."

"PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!" the woman screamed as she felt a sharp object pierce her side.

She looked down, and saw a stream of blood gush from a massive wound halfway up her abdomen.

"Why the hell did you do that for?!" she asked her attacker as they were walking away.

"You deserved it, you no good slut!" the unsub said without looking back.

The young woman slammed into a brick wall from behind, and fell back onto the ground. She took a deep breath, and then fell silent.


Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner was at his desk in Quantico, Virginia, when he heard his door knock.

"Come in." Hotch said.

The door opened, and Technical Analyst Penelope Garcia walked in carrying a dossier. She stood in front of his desk, and handed him the dossier.

"I think we have a case, sir. Miami Police is investigating several bizarre murders, and they think they might be connected." Garcia said looking down.

"Who is the lead investigator on this case?" Hotch asked looking at the photos in the dossier.

"The lead investigator is a detective Moon. He called me this morning, and e-mailed me the photos. He said that he needed the BAU's assistance on this." Garcia said as she walked out.

"Gather the team together, and we'll meet in the conference room in five minutes." Hotch said looking up from the photos.

Five minutes later, the agents of the elite Behavioral Analysis Unit gathered in the conference room, where Garcia briefed them on the situation in Miami.

"Okay, boys and girls, we have a rather gruesome case in South Florida. Six days ago, the manager of a restaurant was found electrocuted in a freezer in the Mall of Miami." Garcia explained to the agents.

"There's nothing usual about being electrocuted. It's most likely an accidental death." Supervisory Special Agent David Rossi said looking at the photo on a tablet.

"They don't think it was an accident, but it gets even more bizarre. Two days ago, a family was found butchered to death in their swimming pool. No sign of forced entry, and they believe that it is also connected to our fried manager. Then last night, a young college student was found stabbed to death along an alleyway in Downtown Miami. They don't think this one's connected, but they're not ruling that out either." Garcia said looking away from the monitor.

"Does the victim found in the alleyway have a name?" Supervisory Special Agent Derek Morgan asked.

"Yes, she does. Our dead girl is one Megan Simms, twenty-three years old, a photography major at Florida International University."

"You know, that name does ring a bell to me. Megan Simms was the youngest photographer in the history of Cheetah Beat magazine. When she was only ten years old, she introduced the world to Austin Moon. Simms would later become his personal photographer." Supervisory Special Agent Dr. Spencer Reid said staring at the woman's photo.

"Spencer, how do you know all this stuff?" Supervisory Special Agent Alex Blake asked with an awkward stare.

"Austin Moon was a teen heartthrob, and a brilliant musician. He ended his music career abruptly when his manager was found guilty of embezzling funds from his fan club account, and then he went bankrupt, and into seclusion." Reid replied, keeping his gaze on Blake.

"There has to be a connection between these three people. Why butcher an entire family? What does our unsub have to gain by doing that?" Special Agent Jennifer Jareau asked, looking up at the monitor.

"That's why we're going to Miami to find out. Wheels up in thirty!" Hotch said as he exited the conference room.

Reid stared at the photos on the monitor, and then turned his gaze towards Garcia.

"What is the name of the lead investigator on this case?" he asked.

"The lead investigator is a detective Moon. Why do you ask?" Garcia retorted.

"Austin Moon had a very public relationship with his songwriter Ally Dawson. She is currently the mayor of Miami. I'm thinking these murders could be a coincidence of some kind." Reid explained. "You also said that the detective's name was Moon. I remember reading a few years ago how a former teen idol was pursuing a degree in law enforcement. I have a feeling these murders are some sort of revenge to get him to come out of seclusion."

"What are you getting at, kid?" Morgan asked.

"Ally Dawson's father Lester was murdered eight years ago in a botched armed robbery at their music store in the Mall of Miami. That's where the first murder took place. I'm thinking our unsub deliberately targeted the mall for a reason." Reid said getting up from the table.

"You can explain your theory to us on the plane, Spence." JJ said as they exited the conference room.


There's the prologue of Crossovers & Flashbacks. Please tell me what you think. I will post chapter 1 soon.