I'd like to thank DTS for helping me perfect these chapters! You're awesome**
Chapter one:
"Seriously, Dean! This is the worst idea you have ever had and that is saying something!" Sam growled in a hushed tone as the elevator they were in neared their stop.
"Got any better ideas Sammy?" Dean replied with a raised eyebrow, turning slightly so he could study Sam more, then added a smirk when he realized his question had had the desired effect since his little brother only groaned in response and rolled his eyes.
It was clear Dean had won this round and he seemed far too happy about it if you asked Sam.
The elevator reached their level moments later and the doors slowly slid open.
"Remember, act like you belong here," Dean said with a slight glance at his brother while waltzing out of the elevator right into the BAU, Sam right behind him grumbling about not being an idiot.
Did he mention this was a bad idea?
Derek had been called in early this morning along with the rest of his team. Apparently there was a series of murders that needed to be solved ASAP, much to his horror.
He didn't even have time for his morning coffee.
When he learnt JJ was still in the process of getting all the information from the local police, he thanked his lucky stars. This allowed the team few moments to themselves. He chose to use his time wisely to organise some of his much hated paper work at his desk, unlike Emily, Rossi and Reid who sat behind him heatedly debating different chess strategies.
The soft ding of the elevator that rang through the half empty bullpen startled him slightly, causing him to jump. When he looked up, what he saw made his blood run cold.
"Son of a bitch!" Derek said slightly louder than he had meant to, gaining himself strange and confused looks from his team. He paid them no attention, getting to his feet and marching towards the two men who had just gotten off the elevator.
Reid sent a questioning look at Rossi who just shrugged in response as they watched. They could hear Derek practically yelling "What the hell are you doing here?" as he approached the men who towered over him. Both were noticeably more built, one far more so than the other. The two new men stopped dead in their tracks at the sight of Derek, paled and began to shrink, as if they wished for nothing more than to become so small they could disappear
"Shit," they both swore in unison.
"Stand up straight and explain yourselves," Derek barked as he folded his arms across his chest causing the men to shoot back to their full height with a quick "Yes, sir".
"Answer me," Derek demanded but the shock the two men were experiencing from seeing him, was quickly wearing off and in its place came anger.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Dean said as he death-stared Derek.
"I'm in the FBI." Derek answered glaring right back at his brothers.
"Did you hear that Sammy? Not only did we get abandoned by our big brother, but now he is a Fed! God, what has the world come to?" Dean said, ice lacing his voice, his harsh gaze still on Derek as he, too, crossed his arms.
"The FBI is sticking their nose in our business! This is us overcoming the problem," Sam snapped just as coldly as Dean, glaring at Derek.
"Dad was the one who told me to go, and you know it!" Derek snapped, momentarily glad to see that this did cause their glares to soften just a fraction. "Now get out of here before..."
But he was cut off by Hotch who had now approached them a mug of coffee gripped in his hand. "Hello, I'm Agent Hotchner and you are?" Hotch said extending his hand to the two men. Both shook it and the shorter one answered
"I'm Agent Davenham and this is my partner Agent Smithson. I believe our supervisor called in advance?" He then sent a wink at Sam who gritted his teeth and hoped the man would buy it. For a long moment, it looked like the hardened man was not going to bite but, with a shrug from Derek, he nodded.
"Right, well, the briefing starts in ten minutes," he said before he turned on his heels and left, presumably to check that the FBI had in fact been called about these two new agents. The rest of the BAU team watched on as Hotch left and Derek took a step closer to the men.
"Get out of here right now!" he said dangerously, but the other men stood their ground.
The shorter one even moved slightly forward if anything before he answered, "No way in hell."
"I'm seven years older than you and you will do what I say before that guy, who happens to be my boss, runs a background check," Derek challenged, glad to see his brothers back down, accepting his dominance once again
But then Sam spoke. "We can't, OK? More people will die if we do."
"I'll handle it," Derek supplied.
"You haven't been on a hunt in 10 years, you couldn't even fumble your way through a simple salt-and-burn," Dean said, his anger building again with the reminder that their brother had left them.
Derek closed the small space left between them with a single step, causing them to be almost nose-to-nose.
Rossi, sensing the tension, hurried over and stepped between the men right as Derek began to lift his fist towards the guy's face.
"Derek, watch yourself," he whispered before turning to the men forcing them to back up a bit. "Hello, I'm agent Rossi. What brings you two here?" he asked with a forced smile.
The two glanced at each other for a moment, but before they could break into the story they had come up with, Derek growled, "Fine, but we do it my way," looking straight over Rossi as if he wasn't even there, addressing the two agents with a harsh glare.
"Great, just like old times, then," the taller one responded sarcastically.
"Could be fun, you know," the shorter one said with a shrug and a genuine smile at Derek.
"This is the worst plan you two have ever had," Derek responded playfully as he guided Rossi away from the men, but not before he heard the taller one lean over to his partner and smugly say, "I told you so, even Derek thinks it's a bad idea."
Rossi immediately pulled Derek away from the team. "What the hell was that about?" he demanded.
Derek sighed in frustration and ran his hands over his face before he met the older man's eyes with a very stressed and rattled look. "It's nothing, Rossi," he lied, but the older man didn't even budge.
"Bullshit!" he replied as he crossed his arms like Derek had earlier, and stared back at Derek, making it clear he wasn't going anywhere.
But Derek was a Winchester, and there was no way he was going to have this conversation with Rossi. "Just drop it, OK?" Derek answered as he pushed past Rossi and hurried to the briefing. He didn't have time for this, and, to be honest, he had no idea how he would explain his little screaming match to Rossi. Oh those are my two half-brothers I haven't seen in 10 years. They fight monsters. It's completely normal, don't worry about it. Yeah right!
Derek stormed towards the briefing room pushing his way passed the two new "agents" as he plopped into his seat, looking more stressed than anyone from his team had ever seen him.
Rossi following a few steps behind him, looking grumpy and concerned.
Glad to see his team had finally all arrived, Hotch spoke. "Right, these are Agents Jim Smithson and Luke Davenham," he said, gesturing to Sam and then Dean. "They are here to assist with this case as their supervisor believes it is connected to a case they heading upstate."
The team all nodded in acceptance, but Sam and Dean didn't miss how confused they looked. Just as the smallest guy, whose whole image screamed nerd, was about to ask what this so-called case had to do with theirs, Hotch turned to Sam and Dean and spoke again. "This is my team; Agent Emily Prentiss, Agent David Rossi, Dr Spencer Reid, Jennifer "JJ" Jareau, our media liaison and Penelope Garcia our tech analyst. I believe I saw you speaking to Agent Derek Morgan," he finished.
At this, the brothers' eyes hardened as they stared at Derek. "Morgan?" they said in slightly raised and angered voices.
Derek quickly gave them a very stern look that stopped them right then and there, causing their mouths to snap shut immediately, but it was too late. The other profilers in the room had already picked up on how outraged the new agents seemed at the mention of his surname and they shared puzzled looks with each other until JJ began her briefing.
"Starting a month ago, every Friday night a woman has been killed in Klendens," she stated as she clicked a button on her remote, causing the pictures of four beautiful red headed women to appear on the screen." Cathy Walker aged 19, Claire South aged 24, Rennia Row aged 22 and Jamie Harp aged 25," JJ said as she pointed to each woman in turn. "They all lived alone and their bodies were only discovered on Monday morning when they didn't show up for work," she added quickly
"How did they die?" Reid asked curiously, as he flipped through the file in front of him.
"Well that's the thing...We have no idea," JJ answered carefully.
"What do you mean 'no idea'?" Emily asked in confusion.
"Well, externally they don't have a scratch on them," Dean interjected playfully, enjoying the fact that they had pulled this whole "agent" thing off a little too much, but stopped quickly with a kick from Sam,
JJ stared at him for a moment and then smiled. "You are correct. Their insides, however, were, um... Well, I believe the medical examiner compared them to soup," she said, not liking the mental image she got.
The rest of the team sat in silence for a while as the information sunk in.
"So, basically, we have nothing," Emily finally summed up. The team all nodded and cast a look at Hotch waiting for his orders.
"OK. Derek take the new agents to go get their bags. Wheels up in an hour." He stared pointedly at the rest of the team.
Derek, however, was so relieved with the opportunity to deal with this situation, he didn't even notice. Instead, he rushed to his feet and hurried out of the room, practically pulling the other two behind him as they rushed to the elevator.
"Garcia hack into Morgan's phone, I want to know what's going on now!" Hotch said sternly as he turned back to face his team after making sure Derek and the other agents were out of earshot.
"Yes, sir," Garcia said reluctantly.
"Now, Garcia! We all saw how angry Derek seemed with them; it almost broke out into a fist fight right in front of us! Something isn't right! I want to know what," Hotch demanded as his team nodded in agreement. Garcia gave a sheepish nod before she flipped open her computer and began typing on the keyboard for a few minutes as the team watched.
The voice of the shorter agent filled the room. "Oh, hell no!"