So, this story is going to be weird. Not just the plot and crossover, but since I'm not sure how seriously I'm taking it, the writing may sometimes seem fast, or slow. Or like, sometimes I'll have lots of detail, and sometimes it'll be like I just threw everything in a washer and pressed go.

I've been writing this stupid thing for a while now, but I'm sorry that I posted it only days after the Orlando shooting tragedy. It was a coincidence, I promise.

Takes place when JJ is also a profiler, but Prentiss is on the team. But Reid's hair is longer again. That's the hair I love. As for the QAF section, it takes place somewhere in season 5. Or after. If after, just pretend Justin's visiting from NY for a month. Also, Justin's hair will probably also be a smidge longer. As you can probably tell, I enjoy long hair. Even though the time lines don't intersect in the slightest, please ignore this logic. Enjoy.

I started writing this a very long time ago, but I promised myself randomly today that I would finish any started fanfiction that I still had around.

So, here we are.

Chapter 1

The team was on the plane, flying to Pittsburgh. In one week, there had been four murders, one on Tuesday, one on Wednesday, one on Friday, and one on Saturday. The team had gotten the case this morning, and were now on their way over.

"This guy's on a spree." Prentiss said, looking through the files. Next to her, Rossi nodded, and he said, "Okay, we've got four males dead, all in their early to late twenties."

"They were all sexually assaulted." Hotch added, "Our unsub is most likely a gay male."

They went over the case quickly, and quickly came up with a good starting profile. A gay male, early to mid thirties, good looking and charming, due to the fact that he easily swayed these young men into trusting him, and coming home with him, and fairly wealthy. Each of the victims had been found dressed in expensive clothes that they hadn't vanished in.

"This should be enough to get us started." Morgan said, and next to him, Reid nodded. He brushed a hand through his hair, sighing lowly, making sure not to attract attention to himself. Secretly, this case hit a little too close to home for him. The victims were all around his age, and had very similar body builds. They ranged in skin colors, so clearly race meant nothing to this unsub. And of course, the fact that were all gay.

Nobody on the team knew about this, and he wanted to keep it that way. Especially Morgan. Morgan could never, never, ever know about this, because even though he wasn't homophobic or anything, he'd probably stick his nose into Reid's personal life, wanting to know if he had somebody he liked, or whatever. And Reid most definitely didn't want to talk about that with Morgan. Not Morgan.

The jet landed a few minutes later, and they quickly made their way to the police station, and set up a place to work.

"Alright," Hotch said, turning to his team. "Me and Rossi will go to the coroners, to make sure they didn't miss anything. JJ and Prentiss, you two go to the first two victims families, and Reid and Morgan, you take the last two. We meet up in two hours."

"You got it." Morgan said, and he reached over and ruffled Reid's hair. "Come on Pretty Boy."

Reid hide his blush quickly, and followed after Morgan, looking to see what the names of the last two victims were. "Jason Creed and Troy Halls. We should make sure to get any roommates, and friends too, since they might have been living away from the family by now."

"Of course." Morgan said, sliding into the car. Reid took his usual place in the passenger seat, and quickly busied himself by looking through the files. Truthfully, he just didn't want to talk with Morgan right now. Usually, he could hide his feelings for the older man very well, but due to all the homosexual themes they had to discuss for this case, he was suddenly feeling way more shy, almost like when he had first joined the team.

Morgan looked over and grinned, "Don't you have those files memorized by now? Or are you losing your touch?"

Reid answered, "Just making sure I didn't miss anything."

"Don't worry Reid, I trust that big genius head of yours."

Reid smiled lightly. "Thanks. And I trust that if the occasion arises, you'll kick a door down. "

"You bet. Really gets the adrenaline pumping. You should try it sometime." Morgan teased, and Reid responded to by saying, "Oh, I'm sure you'd like that. Me kicking a door and breaking my leg, and having to walk around on crutches again."

"Why would I like that?"

"I don't know. You just would."

*(*)

They questioned the victim's friend's and family's, and found out that all of them were quite active partiers, frequenting gay bars and clubs at night.

"That's probably where the killer met his victims." Morgan said into his phone, which was on conference with the rest of the team.

"Yeah, all our victims were party boys too." JJ said, and they all agreed to meet up, put together a working profile, and then send it out to the local law enforcement. As they were driving back to the station, Morgan said, "I'm surprised Pittsburgh has so many gay people. I never would have figured it was the gay capital of the world." he laughed.

Reid smiled, but didn't say anything.

They met up and went called together the rest of the officers, and delivered their profile.

"Our Unsub is a man, probably homosexual, mid-thirties, wealthy enough to own the expensive clothes that the men are found in. He frequents gay bars, and uses them to pick out his victims. Each of the men were last seen at a club named Babylon." Hotch continued to give his description, and once finished, sent everyone off.

"Now what?" JJ asked, obviously not pleased with the lack of progress. Reid wasn't happy either. He wanted this one solved quickly.

"Now it's time to go undercover." Prentiss suggested, looking at the others for approval at the idea.

"Undercover?" Reid repeated, not liking where this was going. He was smart enough to understand what she meant. She wanted to go into the bar, pretending to be gay, and see if they could spot potential unsubs themselves.

"We'll hold off on that at the moment." Hotch said. "If we don't make any progress soon, then we'll do it."

Reid inwardly sighed in relief. The last thing he needed was to go into a gay bar, where he'd probably start blushing and stammering and making himself really, really obvious. He hoped they'd make a connection of some sort soon.

But hours passed, and nothing. No new information, and, luckily, no new body.

"Alright." Rossi said, after almost five hours had gone by. The sun had started to go down in the sky, painting a perfect picture for clubbing. Reid could see the bright lights now. "Whose ready to go clubbing?"

Unsurprisingly, Garcia's hand went up, waving enthusiastically, and both JJ and and Prentiss raised theirs too. They looked less excited, but Reid saw them cast smirks at each other.

"I think you and I are a little old for the clubbing scene, don't you think?" Rossi asked Hotch, you nodded gravely, but also added, "I'll do whatever it takes."

Morgan burst out laughing at the overly serious way he'd said it, and added, "You sound like you're battling a lion or something Hotch. It's just a club. Right, Reid?"

Right. Just a club.


So, none of the QAF characters made an appearance. But worry not, they will in chapter two. If you're wondering why I never provided any evidence for the deductions the team made, it's because I'm not a super smart FBI profiler, and am too lazy to come up with reasons. Just rest assured that they made the correct jumps off screen.