(Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal minds)

Old Faces

I felt that I could do more with my first story, so here it is, the third instalment of Caged. Updates will probably be pretty slow as I have two stories on the go.

Just a little hint of what you might expect. Reid's team back at CSI are being targeted (I really liked their team, and I wanted to write more about them) the BAU are called in to help and they find themselves knee deep in trouble. Just to warn you (I hate to say it because I think it ruins the story) but there will be at least one CHARACTER DEATH, that's all I'm saying because I think that spoils it enough. If you're not up to character deaths then I'd stop here.

This story works as a standalone, so you don't necessarily have to read the other two, but there will be references that you'll only understand if you've read the first two. I will add a little info about the CSI characters, so if you haven't read the other two you know who they are.

Please read and review.

Micheal Harper= Lieutenant, age 55.

Mara Dunkel = detective, age 32 (Twin of Amelia).

Amelia Dunkel= Detective, age 32 (Twin of Mara).

Stanley McGarity = Detective, age 48.

Matthew Copus = Tech analyst, age 36.

Conner Jacobs = Tech analyst, age 39.

Angie Morris = M.E, age 43.

"Agent Hotchner, this is Micheal Harper, no doubt you remember me from the Jack Callen case."

"Can't really forget that case. How are you all?"

"Well that's why I called. We have a problem."

Several hours earlier

"He's out back. Mara cover me." Amelia aimed her gun and slowly entered the back room. Her eyes swivelled around the room, locking on the walls, she gasped and almost dropped her gun.

"Amelia is it clear?" Mara called out from behind.

"C..clear." Amelia could barely breath let alone speak, she stumbled across the room to the dingily lit desk. Pinned over every wall of the cramped office were a collage of images. They overlapped each other, pins sticking out of them from all angles and scrawled writing and symbols in black and red marker littered the pictures. It was who was in the photos which had frozen Amelia to the floor. Each photo was different and captured each and every member of the CSI team.

Mara burst in her gun still raised due to Amelia's stuttering. She rushed to her stationary sister, running a hand over her shoulder.

"Wha..." but her eyes caught a picture of her and her fiancé having dinner together.

"How?" She whispered nearing the board and fingering the images. There was another one of her and Stanley buying coffee, among several others with her going about her daily life.

Stanley tiptoed into the room with Micheal close behind, both dropping their guns and joining the young dectectives.

"Harper are you seeing this?" Stanley, muttered flicking through the photos. He paused on one, pulling it out and gaping down at it. It was an image of him and his wife at the golf club.

"This was last week, Micheal.."Stanley started heaving his breaths out. Micheal was also gazing at the pictures, most of them were recent, but there were also some from the previous year.

"Stan, you and Amelia secure the area fully." Micheal kept his eyes on the images, Mara was trudging the area as Stanley and Amelia headed out.

"Hey, Harp, take a look at this", Mara managed to keep her cool as she rummaged through the images of herself and her team. She showed him multiple pictures of their victims, first was Laura, there were images of her waiting on the streets and then there were ones of her choking on her own blood.

Mara's fingers brushed a scrap piece of paper. ~Wolf, was all it read. When Micheal saw it his eyes grew wider, that one name sounded off alarm bells in his head.

"Jason..." hissed Harper, looking up his eyes bouncing around the room. Mara followed his eyes, hers too filling with fear.

"You're not serious...it...he..." her breathing picked up it's pace and her legs suddenly became weak, barely able to hold her own weight. Micheal didn't reply, his eyes still staring down at the note.

"This is him? All of it? He's not a murderer, Harper... he's..." her voice died out when she took a fleeting glance at the pictures of her team. "He's not..." she couldn't finish because she knew it wasn't true, he was extremely capable of this, she knew it, Micheal knew it, the team knew it.

"We need help on this", Micheal said finally, after a long bout of silence.

"What kind of help?", muttered Mara, her brow falling over her eyes.

"The BAU? Isn't that Spencer's team?" Amelia glanced at her sister, before turning her eyes back on the road.

"Yes, I...I don't want to drag them into this, this is our problem", Mara mumbled, looking out the window.

"And they just so happen to be experts in that particular problem. Hey, it's their job", reassured Amelia, sensing the panic in her sister's voice. "Anyway, I'm looking forward to a catchup with 'James Cooper', I've missed him", she admitted with a smile.

"Yea, that's 'cus you fancy him. But we can't think about that now, we have a major problemo on our hands", Mara said seriously, changing the subject when Amelia glared at her, her cheeks burning red.

"I do not, Mara", she hissed, her fingers tightening on the wheel.

"Like I said, we can't be focused on your love life right now, that'll have to wait", Mara kept her face straight and stern, even when her sister's angry, saucer eyes sent daggers her way.

1 week earlier

"What can you tell us about the victim?" Amelia pulled on a pair of gloves and knelt down beside the body.

"29 year old female, Laura Evans. Blood loss was the cause of death, she'd been stabbed at least 13 times in the abdomen and then..." he placed a finger on the long laceration along her throat, "perp finished her off by cutting her throat." Amelia cringed at the cut. She'd been in her job long enough to be used to the bodies, but she couldn't stand torn up flesh and blood, she was human after all.

"Any background on her?" Stanley asked, kissing his teeth and examining the victim.

"We have reason to believe she was a prositute." Mara frowned, the body was dressed in a blood stained blouse, a navy pencil skirt and makeup was done subtly, not like the thick amounts she'd seen other prostitutes wear

"She was dressed post mortem", Mara revealed. "She's not in attire normally attributed to prostitutes."

"She may be dressed to go out for an interview. She looks professional. We should talk to other prostitutes in the area, and check cctv footage, see if she was wearing this prior to her death." Stanley said, struggling to his feet. Mara looked at him skeptically, preferring her own idea. Amelia bit her lip, not knowing what to believe

"This the weapon?" Amelia questioned, picking up a blood sodden knife.

"We believe so", muttered the officer, putting his hands in his pockets and licking his lips.

"Why would he leave it?" Mara frowned, opening a bag for Amelia to drop the knife into.

"He may have left it on purpose, so I doubt we'll find any prints on it, but it's worth a shot." Amelia said.

"This is the forth murder now", muttered Mara.

"The only connection they have is that they were all found in Miami, other than that we have nothing to link them." Stanley sighed, causing Mara to huff, she knew there was something about this string of murders.

"I still think we need help on this", Mara insisted hopping in the car beside Stanley, Amelia slipping in the back and keeping quiet, still a little queasy at the sight of all that blood.

"You're biased. You just want to see Spencer again..." Stanley started, but Mara soon stopped him. Amelia smiled at his name. Everyone wanted to see the young Spencer Reid again, even Conner, though he'd never admit it.

"No, no, as much as I would love to see him, in serious. I really think there's more to this case", Stanley rolled his eyes, he too had a niggling suspicion that the murders were connected, but he had no proof and he was very much a see-it-to-believe-it kind of man.

"We'll focus on what we do know for now, not imaginary ideas with no evidence." Mara sighed and focused on the scenery passing by.

When they got back the team started working on the case. Mara wandered off to her desk and pulled out the files on the last few murders.

Antony Edgecoat, 36, cashier at local newsagent. He had greasy black hair which the murderer had cut into a slapdash, jagged, cropped style. He had been dressed out of his work uniform and into jeans, a shirt and a pair of thick glasses. The strangest part was that he had several spider bites littering his body, each inflicted by a severely venomous spider. He was found in the back room, tied to a chair. Angie determined blood poisoning from the spider bites as the cause of death. The cctv revealed the mans torture and death, but the perpetrator kept himself covered up and hidden.

Roger Carlo, 51, retired. His hair was already cropped short and had begun to grey. He wasn't found for around 6 days after he went missing. He was found after an anonymous tip was given to the police who found him buried 5 foot under the ground in a makeshift coffin. He was dressed in a suit and tie.

Samantha Dalton, 30, another prostitute. She had long blonde hair and was dressed in 3/4 length shorts and a light blue shirt. She was found drowned in a lake.

These murders all took place in some part of Miami, however each victim was a different age and the perp had no preference to gender or occupation. Mara desperately looked for some way to connect them, but came up blank, therefore her team would not pursue her theory. She shut the file on Samantha quickly, shivers going down her spine at the thought of drowning.

"Hey, stop obsessing over those. We have no leads in any of those cases, don't beat yourself up over it", Matthew handed her a cup of coffee and lent beside her desk.

"There's just...something, something about them", she mused, gratefully taking the coffee and filling it with several packs of sugar she had hidden in her desk drawer.

"Let it go", moaned Jacobs, striding up, his arms folded. Matthew glared at him, and turned back to Mara. She sighed, taking a swig of your coffee. "Focus on the real job at hand", ordered Jacobs.

"I..I guess you're right."

"I'm always right", Conner left them drinking their coffee as he marched back to his darkened lab.

"Have we been called into Miami yet?" Reid asked from behind his large mug of coffee. Garcia, who had come out of hibernation in her lair, shook her head. JJ smirked.

"Why would we be Spence? You got a date with a certain someone?" JJ asked sweetly, Morgan kissed his teeth and grinned and Alex narrowed her eyes.

"Uh...n...no...nothing like...um...I...it's", he cleared his throat to ease his stuttering. "There's been several murders there and I...uh...I thought they'd call us in by now", he swallowed thickly as the others glanced at each other, deciphering whether it was the truth or an excuse.

"There's probably no connection between them. But if they keep piling up, ya never know pretty boy, we might be able to go see your girlfriend", the others laughed, and Spencer hid behind a file, blushing deeply.

"S..she's not my...uh...w..w..we're just friends, just friends", he insisted, clearly embarrassed.

"Yea, yea, we know, Reid", Emily chuckled.

Present

"We have a case in Miami", Garcia grimaced, pressing some buttons and watching as images filled the screen.

"The unsub is targeting the CSI team in Miami", relayed Hotch, making Reid's face contort in panic.

"Is someone hurt? Did the unsub attack one of..."

"Calm down Reid. None of the team have been attacked as of yet, however there were a string of murders which seem to be connected to this targeting."

"How so?" Rossi asked, tapping his fingers on his lips.

"They found the unsubs warehouse from an anonymous tip with their most recent case. The warehouse," Hotch motioned to Garcia and the screen showed images of the warehouse interior and the scene that the CSI team had stumble upon. "...was investigated and hundreds of photographs were found. They were images of the team, as well as images of the victims before and after their deaths, which links the unsub to murder and stalking."

"Are there any leads?" Emily asked, examining the images in the file.

"They believe the unsub is a previous colleague of theirs. He was fired several years ago for corruption. He was a bad egg", Garcia chimed in, showing them an image of Jason Wolf. "However, after he was fired, he fell off the radar. It's likely he has a new identity, and the tech guys at CSI couldn't drag anything up on him."

"How much do the team know of Wolf?" Derek asked.

"Apparently very little, Mara and Amelia said they were new when he was fired and he was higher in command than they all were, so they had very little interaction. We'll brief more on the plane, grab your go-bags, wheels up in 20", Hotch left for his office.

"Can you please be wrong one day!" Groaned Morgan at Reid, who looked up confused.

"Huh?"

"You said these murders were connected and that we'd be heading out for Miami. What are you, an oracle now?" He laughed, making Reid pout.

"No, that'd be me, my chocolate god", swooned Garcia.

"They'll be here soon. Is the conference room set up?" Harper walked out of his offices, heading up to his Detectives desks.

"Mmm hmm, and I've just refilled the coffee machine to keep certain people happy", Harper smirked, a memory of Reid and his endless cups of coffee surfaced.

"We have to tell them everything we can remember about Jason", Stanley advised, stroking a long finger down his crooked nose. He looked up at Harper who adverts his eyes. He'd been something of a friend to Wolf, something he had been lacking. It was a case Wolf had been on with the CSI team that had lead to his premature firing. Alongside other allegations, it was his actions on that mission that lost him his position.

Ameila sat in her chair, watching the entrance for the BAU to arrive. She could feel butterflies flapping around in the pit of her stomach. Mara came out of the computer lab, her feet tapping tightly on the floor and her face screwed up with excitement.

"They're here!" She squealed, revealing a big toothy grin.

"Were you spying again?" Chortled Stanley, rubbing his head and smiling. His mind went back to 'James Cooper's' first day, which had begun just like this.

"Call it so", she admitted, hurrying over to the glass doors.

Reid was the first out of the car, and he scurried to the familiar building which had been his workplace for several months.

"Slow down", Prentiss called, but Reid was already through the doors and at the reception.

"Can i see your... Oh My God, James! Oh, well, i mean Spencer...uh, what are you doing back?" The plump receptionist hopped out from behind her desk and enveloped Spencer in a hug, her neon green fingernails flicking over his wild hair.

"It's good to see you, Tara", Reid awkwardly hugged her back, not being much of a hugger. "The team needs help on a new case, so...uh... we've been called in," he motioned to his team who were just starting to file through the doors.

"Oh, I can't complain," she took his cheeks in her soft palms, "I've missed you, my little nerd," she cooed, puckering her lips as she did and squeezing Spencer's cheeks. Reid was awkwardly trying to pull away from the lock hold that Tara had managed to get him in. A voice from up the stairs drew their attention upwards.

"SPENCER!" Mara threw open the glass doors and sprinted down the steps, jumping into Reid's arms. She hadn't seen him since Christmas, and before that had been her wedding, where they all had a little too much to drink, and she had caught her sister and Spencer sharing a drunken kiss, (she kept this knowledge to herself in case of future blackmail.) She and Reid had been exchanging emails (which she'd introduced to him when they worked together, along with skype), almost daily. Mara knew her sister also talked to him, though she wouldn't admit it.

Rossi pulled up close to Hotch and whispered, "Is that Amelia or Mara?", his memory having deceived him. Hotch looked from the Detective's blonde hair held in a bun, to her yellow t-shirt and jeans. "Mara," he muttered back and he heard Rossi "ahh" and make his way forward.

Rossi held out his hand to the over-excited detective and she shook it vigorously in her own.

"Agent Rossi, good to see you again, all of you", She smiled widely and infectiously and the agents returned it.

"How's married life treating you?" JJ winked, embracing Mara.

"Great! But I don't think Ronnie appreciates my late night cereal eating", she grimaced and led them up the steps. "You guys ready for some serious stalker shit?" she asked, then put her hand over her mouth, realising the warning Harper had given her about swearing and that it was unprofessional, especially in front of guest law enforcement officers. The BAU just smiled at her, Hotch even had a ghost of a smile quivering over his lips. Mara was too sweet for them to reprimand.

Harper saw the FBI agents making their way up the stairs and entering with Mara leading them happily. Spencer's arm was tightly in her grasp. Harper looked the kid up and down, grinning. It was clearly the reincarnation of 'James Cooper' who had once worked there. The scar across his forehead was still there, though it was less noticeable now. Harper had seen his transformation from Cooper to Reid and so he was used to the brown eyes, brown hair, lack of glasses and general nerd look about his attire. The two teams had gathered together many times over the passing years, but this was the first time they were working together since the Callen case.

It took 20 minutes for them to all gather in the conference room to discuss the case, they'd all been too happy to see each other to focus on work. When they organised themselves Harper began to explain the story of Jason Wolf's firing. Everyone listened intently, but Spencer couldn't help but gaze at the images of the victims, Rossi saw him staring and could practically hear the cogs turning around in his head.

"Jason, we need to wait for back up," Harper told his superior, cringing as he waited for the response.

"For god sake, Harper, there's enough of us to take down this son of a bitch," he motioned to Stanley Mcgarity and the fresh faced Mara Dunkel, who held her gun nervously and with a slight tremor.

"He has hostages. Let me and Stanley go in first, try to calm him", Wolf just looked at Harper blankly.

"I don't negotiate", he stated, slamming his foot into the door, and entering. "Hands up!" Harper heard .Jason call, and he cursed under his breath, following his superior. The perp stood in the middle of the room, a knife held tightly to his young victims throat, the other hand held a gun which was aimed at a small crying child in the corner.

"S...stay back o..or I...I shoot!" Cried the felon, the knife in his hand shook, and the mother he held pleaded for her son's life.

"You don't have to do this, Stephen", whispered Mara, holding her hands up, her voice gentle and soothing and it seemed to ease the man's fear. "I know what you're going through, they're telling you to do it aren't they?" She stepped closer to the schizophrenic, who was calming at her soft voice.

"Y..you know?" He muttered pitifully, the knife easing off the woman's neck.

"Yes, this isn't your fault, we can get you help Stephen..." she was cut off by a rough and coarse voice.

"Course it's his fault. You killed your own mother!" Jason shouted. Stephen re-positioned the knife. They don't understand, he thought to himself, no one knows, no one will, no one will help you, the voices chanted devilishly in his ear. He felt tears burning his eyes. He hadn't meant to hurt his mother, they told him to, they said they would go away if he did, but the voices remained to torment him.

Mara shot Jason an angry look as did Stanley, Harper was used to this behavior from Wolf.

"No, Stephen, listen to me. You don't need to hurt these people, they're innocent. We can get you help I promise", Jason sobbed loudly, he didn't know who to turn to, the voices told him to kill them, the nice lady said she could help if he let them go and the angry man wanted to shoot him.

"If I... them go, you will h...he...help me?" He stuttered, trying to ignore the growing voices. Mara smiled and nodded. Stephen returned her nod with a shaky one of his own and began slowly lowering the knife.

"HANDS OVER YOUR HEAD!" Wolf bellowed impatiently, causing Stephen to jolt in surprise. The slight jolt sent Jason into over drive and he shot three times at Stephen. The first struck him in the abdomen, but the second and third Stephen had managed to pull the mother in front of him and both bullets buried themselves into her back.

The women survived the ordeal, the first bullet having gone straight through and lodging in Stephen and the second destroyed many nerves and got stuck in her spine. She could never walk again, (though Wolf argued this was better than death.) Stephen was D.O.A, the first bullet had nicked an artery and the second punctured his lung, causing him to bleed out and into his organs, suffocating him. The blood loss sped up his death and lessened his suffering.

Harper looked up at the agents who nodding sadly.

"What happened to Wolf?" They all turned to Reid who had his eyes scanning across the file, he looked up for an answer.

"He should've gotten jail time. He had to pay out a fine to the family of the young mother, but he managed to work his way out of most of his punishment and well... he literally disappeared, no-one heard from him after that. Though he did give us a few choice words before he went. Just slander really." Harper mused in the memory, kissing his teeth and grimacing sadly.

Derek stood up, walking over to the board.

"Well what are we waiting for", he turned and raised his bushy eyebrows at the two teams.

"Lets catch this Wolf."

Things may seem a little jumbled at the moment, so if you don't understand, don't worry, I'll update as soon as I can and it should become clearer.

Thank you for reading, a review would be much appreciated.

Have a nice evening, see ya tomorrow with a new chapter hopefully!