Disclaimer: I don't own CM or CSI: NY. I wish I did… oh the things I would do to Don Flack or Derek Morgan.
Rating: M (just in case. I'm paranoid LOL)
Pairing: Not sure yet.
Genre: Romance, Friendship, Case-centered fic for the first few chapters.
Warnings: Set during season 6 of Criminal Minds and Season 7 of CSI: NY. Soilers to "The Internet is forever"
Summary: A serial killer is on the loose in NY and Jo uses her FBI connections to recruit our favorite Technical Analyst along with our favorite profilers.

October 2, 2010
Unknown location
Manhattan, New York
6:53 a.m

He stood at the windowsill of his Manhattan apartment as the sun was beginning to rise behind the skyscrapers that adorned his beautiful city. He took a sip of his coffer and looked over at the sleeping woman tied to his bed. He smirked as he walked over to have a seat at the bedside where he ran a finger down her bloodstained cheek.

"So beautiful," he whispered as her eyes began to flutter open and when her eyes met his he smiled down at her. "How are you?" he asked but the gag that was around her head kept her from talking. She began to squirm around, moaning and groaning and his dick got hard at the sight. "No one can hear you doll," he told her as he back handed her knocking her out again. He hated doing that but the headache she was giving him was too much and he didn't need to hear her attempting to scream.

She was his tenth beauty, all the others wouldn't follow directions, they were bad, sinful but this one… this one seemed perfect! He knew that she was the one. He stood up and went over to his dresser and grabbed his camcorder. He trained the camera on her and waited until the ding of his computer told him he was streaming live. He placed the camera down on the tri-pod as he grabbed his black ski mask and put it over his face. He stood directly in front of the camera.

"Will you save her before I kill her Detective Flack?" he asked with a chuckle as he turned the camera on the knocked out woman on the bed. "You and I both know she doesn't have much time…" and with that he moved around and sent the link to Flack's email. He had his computer system skillfully setting his internet to come from wireless internet around the city and more than several proxy servers to where no one could find him. He was untraceable. Unbeatable.

He heard soft sobbing coming from the bed and when he looked over the woman was crying. He rushed to her side and caressed her face. Her flinch angered him but he knew she didn't know better. He would train her, and if she didn't learn… he'll have to get rid of her. They just never learned.

"Are you ready to be a good girl now? I'll take it off," he said as he tugged at the gag, "but if you scream I'll kill you." He took it off and a small whimper left her lips but she remained quite. Her compliance pleased him and he grabbed the wet rag that he had ready at the bedside table and cleaned off the blood on her face.

"Who are you?" she whimpered as he ran his finger down her face.

"Your master," he replied as he smiled down at her with a wild look on his face.

Don Flack's Apartment
7:15 a.m

"You've gotta be kiddin' me!" he exclaimed as her punched the wall next to his desk looking down at the streaming video that was showing the sick son of a bitch caressing the latest victim. They had nothing, only what the bastard wanted to give them which was mainly streaming video which was lost once he signed off and when they tried to track him by that they were astounded to see that he used multiple proxy servers that none of their analyst's could track.

"Be a good girl and tell Detective Flack to come save you baby," the bastard told the woman he held captive. The young lady looked over at the camera and sniffled.

"Please Detective Flack, come save me" she spoke into the camera but her eyes spoke directly to him. With her words the connection was lost.

"Shit man!" he muttered with frustration as he reached for his cell phone to call Mac Taylor. "Mac, get Jo to call her favor into the FBI. He sent me another one... Right... I'm on my way over to the lab with my lap top although I doubt the bastard left anything behind," he told his coworker and grabbed his laptop and headed out the door.

Labs
7:45 a.m

"Erin, good morning," Jo said as she saw Mac and Flack enter her office. "I need a favor actually," she told the woman on the other line. Having worked for the FBI gave her good connections one she needed now which was the BAU. Aaron Hotchners team was among the best and their technical analyst Penelope Garcia would be essential in this investigation.

"Please tell Agent Hotchner that we'll need Garcia with them on site for this one," she told Strauss before saying goodbye. The two men who had by now taken a seat across from her had a grim look on their face.

"The BAU team is among the best. If anyone can lend us a hand is them. Their analyst is… well the FBI recruited her since she is among the few hackers that are extremely useful or dangerous. Our motto is keep your friends close. Your enemies closer," she joked with the men.

"They considered her a threat?" Flack asked with interest.

"There are only a handful of hackers that have made the list. She was offered a position with the FBI or prison," she shared with the men when the shuffling of Adam came from the doorway.

"This girl sounds phenomenal," he gushed as he came further into the room. Flack chuckled and Mac smiled slightly. "I found what seems to be an embedded code in the email that was sent to Flack, but it was left there as a signature nothing that can help us trace him," their lab rat told them. "Only problem is… I don't know how to uncode it. I'm good at some computer stuff but not this. This is way out of my league."

Flack looked over at Jo and smirked "if your girl is as good as you say… we have the key to solving the case."

BAU headquarters
Quantico, VA
9:00 a.m

"Office of the all knowing. How may I be of assistance?" she answered hoping it wasn't a bad case this time around. Who are you kidding Garci? They're always bad cases she told herself as she heard a few chuckles coming from the other end.

"Penelope Garcia. Long time no talk darling," Josephine Danville quirked from the other end of the line.

"Jose-fine!" Penelope said chuckling as she leaned back on her chair. "Long time no talk is right! How's our New York's finest treating you doll-face? Do I need to erase any of them?" she joked and in the background she heard a deep chuckle "I sure hope not" he said and Penelope's eyebrow quirked.

"Joey, you know I charge more for groups!" she joked once more and this time there were several chuckles at the same time.

"You're on speaker darling," Jo told her as if on warning making Penelope chuckle more.

"I know. Good morning strangers! How can I be of assistance this fine morning?" she asked as she twirled the pen on her fingers.

"We sent you an email with an embedded code attached to it. Codes aren't my forte-" the stranger mumbled shyly as she went away on her computer pulling up the email he was talking about while someone else in the background said "What he is trying to say is work your skills for us … please?" His voice was sexy with an accent to it.

"For you? Anything" she told him as she decoded what was in the email.

"What is this? Amature hour over there?" she asked as the code was easily broken and she gasped at what she saw. "What kind of sick joke is this Jo?" she asked as she saw the woman on the bed squirming around when suddenly a masked man came into view on her screen.

"Well hello there lovely," he said as he touched the screen of his computer as if to simulate touching her.

"What do you see Ms. Garcia?" the same deep voice who asked her to work her skills for them.

"A man in a ski mask" she whispered.

"Oh lovely… don't let someone else ruin our moment, but why don't you tell Detective Flack over there that he is lucky he found this so quickly. I knew Adam couldn't break it. Seems like he has an angle in you lovely," the man told her and she stared into the strangers eyes with a sickening feeling in her stomach.

"Detective Flack? The man asked me to tell you that you are lucky for finding this so quickly," she told the person on the other line. There was cursing and what seemed to be something being thrown.

"cut the connection Ms. Garcia. Now," someone on the other line ordered her which she did right away.

"Can someone fill me in on what's going on?" she asked as her heart was pounding away when her door opened.

"I will on our way to the landing strip," Chief Strauss told her as she came in.

She said her goodbye's to Jo and Chief Strauss ushered her out. "The NYPD's crime lab has a station set up for you. They need your assistance and you just need to grab your go-bag. We're leaving immediately."

Penelope was concerned but did as she was told, grabbing her go-bag from the closet in her office and her purse. Chief Strauss had a black SUV waiting for them at the entrance ready to take them to the landing strip.

"The NYPD has a serial killer, Agent Hotchner's team has been appointed to it after they wrap up the case they are on now. But they need your assistance with the technical aspect to this case. You are acquainted with Jo Danville, she is one of the head investigator's on this case. Along with Mac Taylor, Detective Don Flack, and others who you will meet. You saw what this unsub is capable of … the woman on the video is his tenth victim and although we should have been called in months ago the lead detective was being uncooperative. But Jo was worked her way in and convinced them to let us help out," Erin Strauss told her as the SUV came to a stop at the landing strip. "I'll be briefing the team when they get back, Mac Taylor and Jo will pick you up at the airport."

Garcia didn't get a word in as the driver came to her side and opened the door for her ushering her out.

"Garcia…" the older woman trailed "be careful."

Penelope nodded and walked away towards the jet. "What did I get myself into?" she asked herself as she got in and sat back for the short flight to NY.

NY airport
1:00 p.m

Mac and Jo where standing outside of the SUV waiting for Penelope to emerge from the jet. "The FBI likes to travel in style," Mac observed to which Jo just rolled her eyes teasingly as the Jet's door opened and the staircase lowered into a walk-way. Out came a voluptuous red head in a yellow dress with a flower in her hair.

"She's the geek?" Mac said in disbelief as the woman strode over to where they stood. Jo walked to her and engulfed her in a hug.

"I wish the circumstances were different but it's nice to see you Penny," Jo told her and the woman smiled up at his co-worker and then looked over at him.

"You must be Mac Taylor?" she asked tentatively to which he smiled.

"Call me Mac," he told her as he opened the door for her and ran around to the driver door and slipped in as Jo took her place in the passenger seat.

"Sorry I freaked out on the phone earlier. I just wasn't expecting that…" she told them as she fidgeted with the beaded necklace that adorned her neck. "Lucky for you, we just got done with a similar case a few months ago. I developed software that can track streaming video being bounced off of dozen proxy servers by eliminating the decoy servers he used but since your guy seems to be so manipulative and organized I would bet he used the same hacker signature in every hack. I need all your files on this guy. Any video feed you guys have," she said as was staring off into the landscape as they were coming up to the city. "Oh my God, I just sounded like Hotch" she murmured.

Jo turned around to face Penelope and grinned at her friend, "You'll fit right in Garcia."

A/N: I am not familiar with CSI: NY so I don't know who is a detective or just a CSI… So if I made any mistakes… please let me know. Also… all the computer talk? It's all me BSing or going over the episode "The Internet is Forever" and hearing terms and compiling them together. I hope ya'll like it. Please review.