I shouldn't be writing this. No seriously I shouldn't be writing this. I already have way to many stories on the go. Fragging plot bunnies. Ok so this will be a crossover of Criminal Minds and Supernatural. Two of my favorite TV shows combined as one, which is likely the reason the bunnies are going crazy. Like dingo ate my baby crazy, it's a mad house in my head. It's likely that updates will be a while in coming, or this will stay a lonely one shot for a long time. I have just too many fics and I'm a slow typer. But if the bunnies get too insistent than another chapter could come sooner than expected. It depends, my muse is a fickle thing. As always READ, REVIEW AND ENJOY.

Disclaimer: I own nothing! Nothing I say! Other people own the sandbox, I'm just playing in it and I will try to return the characters in the same condition I borrowed them in. However I make no promises about emotional damage.

The sound of humming and the rich smell of a double espresso pumpkin spice coffee with extra foam filled the air as Penelope Garcia, tech goddess, made her way into her 'inner sanctum'. It was a bit of a slow day at the BAU but considering the nature of their jobs that was a good thing. It also made for a nice break, even if it did mean having to catch up on a metric ton of boring old paperwork.

"Hello my lovelies," the blonde woman sing-songed to herself and her computer monitors as she entered her office.

With a swirl of colorful clothes and scarves Penelope plopped herself into her chair and began her work day. Some people in the BAU were often under the impression that when the team wasn't on a case Garcia was paid to do nothing. Or worse, be their personal call-in techie if they were having computer problems. While she didn't mind being of service for her friends if they were having tech problems she did mind people treating her like a computer savvy idiot paid to be at their beck and call.

Which of course was sheer lunacy in their part. There was a reason after all why Penelope had been plucked from the hacker underworld (and possible jail time) and tossed into the BAU. She generally wasn't kidding when she called herself the 'Office of Unmitigated Superiority', at least where it came to tech and hacking. Garcia was amongst the best, a fact she prided herself on. And even before the BAU she had always done her best to use her hacking super powers only for good. Unfortunately sometimes doing what was good was bad in the black and white eyes of the law but she did her best to follow her moral compass.

So Penelope's morning was busy with sweeping databases, doing paperwork and every now and then looking for a new case. JJ wasn't the only one that screened new cases or looked for unsub patterns after all. Garcia occasionally did her part to track down the odd case or two for her team. After all the highly available anonymity of the internet was often the perfect places for baddies to hide, at least until she found them like a flaming torch. Usually though when not on a case or chasing an unsub her online sleuthing was directed in a more... unofficial direction. Nothing illegal, not with the access she had with her handy dandy official job, but still if she was caught there would be consequences. If anyone ever discovered her so-encrypted-they-can't-be-found-unless-you-know-they're-there files, she'd be committed faster than she could say 'oops'. However Garcia was always careful to cover her tracks. Getting caught by the FBI all those years ago taught her a lot on how to remain below the cyber radar of everyone.

So the day passed in mostly peace and quiet, the only interruptions coming from the odd visit from a member of her team. Then, just a little after lunch time, Penelope's phone rang cheerfully. Forgetting that her team was in the bullpen and not out in the field she hit the answering button with her fluffy pen.

"You have reached the office of the sexy and all knowing tech goddess Penelope Garcia. How may I serve you today?"

"Hey Penny," a familiar voice chuckled into her ear through her bluetooth.

Garcia's hands froze over her keyboard and her eyes lit up with joy.

"Sammy! Well if it isn't my second favorite genius, finally come to call." Penelope all but squealed and bounced a little in her chair in excitement and joy at hearing his voice.

"Aww, Pen you know I hate that nickname and since when am I only your second favorite genius? When did I get replaced?" He questioned teasingly, sounding mildly offended.

The bubbly blond's eyes narrowed as she got up and shut the door of her office. Normally she had an 'open doors' visitation policy but these kinds of conversations were best not overheard. "Since you and that brother of yours went two months without calling! Especially after I sent the pair of you after that murderous phantom in Washington, but do I get so much as a text saying 'Hey we're still alive.' No. I. Don't. So you've been demoted to secondary genius." Garcia said with a pout on her face and in her voice.

Sam stuttered what might have been the beginnings of an apology on the other side of the phone but was interrupted.

"Is that Penelope?" Another familiar voice said in the background, and for several seconds only the sound of a scuffle being fought could be heard.

"Well hello there sugar," Dean's voice purred over the phone once he had wrestled the device from his brother. "It's been far too long since I've heard your lovely voice. How's our goddess of goodness been keeping? Those feds of yours taking care of you?"

"Oh you know it my darling delectable demon hunter," Penelope purred teasingly right back. The relationship between her and the oldest Winchester was much like the one between her and Morgan. Light and flirty but never too serious, the only difference was that she had known Dean and his brother longer. "You know me, still fighting the good fight over here. Hunting down the human evil of the world, kicking bad guy butt and taking names on the living side of things."

"That's my girl," Dean chuckled with no small hint of pride in his voice.

"You two are disgusting, honestly. I'm right here for Cristo's sake so do you think you could keep the flirtations to a minimum?" Sam groused and grumbled in the background.

"Shut up Sam, you should be taking notes. Maybe you'd get a date sometime," Dean chuckled. "I'm going to put you on speaker Penny."

"Alrighty boys enough chit chat. I know you two didn't just call me to make small talk so what can I do for you?" Garcia declared once she heard the telltale click of a speaker phone.

"What? We can't call just to hear your sweet voice?" The eldest brother asked in his usual smooth charming way.

"Oh don't give me false hopes Dean my dear. I know you two only want me for my fantastic personality, brains, hacker abilities- ok let's just say you want all of me and leave it at that." The blonde said in good humor.

"Not to mention your amazing b-" but whatever Dean was going to say was cut off with a thump and a grunt. Penelope bit her lip to keep from laughing, having no doubt that Sam had just purposely cut his brother off.

"Anyway," Sam said with slight irritation toward his brother. "We're mostly calling because the hunting's getting slow and we were hoping you might have something for us."

"Sure thing Sammy," Penelope said brightly as her hands flew into action and brought up the extra encrypted and totally secret search engine and files she had on hand. "Which state are you guys in now?"

"Nevada for the moment. We've just finished wiping out a nest of Wolpertinger's, they were nasty little bastards to. Not to mention I had to sacrifice my best whiskey to lure them in." Dean complained with a gruff whine, which didn't sound childish at all.

"Wollip-ta-who now?" Garcia questioned with a furrowed brow.

"They're like a Jackalope, you know a rabbit with the antlers of an antelope? Except these guys also have wings, fangs, a hankering for human flesh and a tendency to attack in swarms." Sam said in his usual matter-of-fact tone when he was informing someone of information on something supernatural. It really reminded Garcia of whenever Ried would go off on a tangent while on a case.

"Wonderful," Penelope drawled sarcastically but continued to type. "Alright so I've got a rash of pet mutilations in Wisconsin which I thought for a little while might be a Hodag. That's a bit of a drive though and I think it's just a hoax being played by some bored local kids."

"That would make more sense. Hodags went extinct back in the 1880's, not to mention that they only eat white bulldogs for some reason." Sam said reasonably which only made Garcia roll her eyes.

"Well if that doesn't float your boat there are possible reports of what might be a Kelpie in Oklahoma, and I've got patterns suggesting a fire demon in New Mexico."

"Fire demon?" Dean questioned, a small note of interest in his tone.

"Ah, I was hoping that one would perk your interest. Ok so for the past fifty years or so this black eyed sucker has been burning down buildings in three year cycles. Nobody's noticed until now because the dastardly devil has been jumping all around the country doing it's evil thing. I think he even went over into Canada for a bit before making his way back south."

"How do you know he's in New Mexico?" Sam questioned.

"Tut tut, hold your applause for one minute please. I know he's there because this particular demon burns down three very specific kind of things every three years in June, which is this month. Always first to go is a place of new business, last time it was a brand spanking new video rental store. Local authorities said it was electrical issues but thats a load of pocky as we all know. Next to burn is always a historical site of some kind."

"What kind of historical sites?" Sam asked.

Garcia gave an unseen shrug, "Any kind, doesn't seem to matter what. Everything from museums to houses even things that realistically shouldn't burn. A few years back this baddie somehow burned a stone statue of a local hero in Vermont into rubble. Confused the heck out of the local force. And last but not least to go is the third building, which is always a family home. This is also where the demon ensures that there is always a body count and no survivors. Last time he killed a family of five."

Penelope paused to let that bit of information settle in and gazed sadly at the many photos of the burned out shells of family homes. This was truly the only part of the job that she honestly hated. The photos of the innocent and those same faces with empty eyes, or worse.

Fortunately her thoughts were interrupted by a curious Sam, "So you know he's there because a new business has burned down without explanation."

With a shake of her head Garcia perked back up. "Yup. I figured since three years have passed since the last triage of fires I set my all seeing sights on any suspicious fires this month with no obvious cause in places of new business. Low and behold I got a hit just yesterday in a little place called Carrizozo where a brand new hotel just went up in flames with no apparent cause that firefighters can find. Luckily though no one was killed since the place was going to open for the first time next week. However what's strange is the fact that the demon has already been to this town. Three fires in all the right, or wrong if you will, places about fifty years ago."

"Has he ever revisited any of the other towns he's been to before?" Dean asked, and Penelope could all but hear him packing his guns, salt and holy water.

"Nope," Garcia said with a pop. "Not that I can find, which we all know basically means that no he hasn't. Ever."

"Good enough for me! Come on Sam, pack your crap. We got a smoking hot case and a few hundred miles to drive so move that scrawny ass. If we can get the scum quick maybe we can also get that Kelpie. Penelope, you sugar are a godsend. Promise you'll stay sexy for me."

"Only if you'll keep that pretty face of yours out of harms way. Can't go putting your money maker out of commission. That goes for you too Sammy. You guys have a few days until he strikes a landmark and then a home so I better let you hop to it. Go get 'em boys, but stay safe ok? And for crying out loud call me when it's over! I like to know that your two are alive believe it or not," Garcia said in her sternest no-nonsense voice.

"Yes ma'am."

"Sure thing Penelope."

"Then I will send you everything I found to your computer. Have fun playing with fire, but don't get burned."

With that and a flick of her pen the line disconnected, leaving Garcia smiling like a goof in front of her monitors. It was good to hear from the Winchester boys, especially since she had been worrying about them for weeks now. She had come close to looking up their latest credit scam and looking for the telltale fake names in her data bases but held back, unwilling to risk calling unwanted and potentially dangerous attention to her boys. It was already hard enough keeping them from making their way back onto the FBI's most wanted list, even with her skills since they were supposed to be dead. However now they had finally called, letting her know they were alive and well, she being the dutiful informant that she was sent them after a new case.

"They better call or so help me l'll send them after a spirit in a haunted garbage dump next time," Garcia muttered to herself.

"Knock knock baby girl."

With the swift tap of a key Penelope banished her supernatural search engine and files back to whence they came. In that same moment the door swung wide, letting Derek enter with his pearly white smile and a raised eyebrow.

"What's up Penelope? Why's the door closed? You're not in here cheating on me with those computers of your are you?" The dark man teased playfully.

"Oh honey cheating is such an ugly word. I prefer the term window shopping, I can look but I just can't touch." Garcia taunted lightly back deftly avoiding answering the other questions.

"Ouch, careful now I don't think my ego could handle the blow if you left me now sweetness." Derek said with a wink, rolling with the punches.

"Fear not my chocolate god, you are still the only dark knight of my heart... for the moment at least," she cackled mischievously.

Derek rolled his eyes before replying, "Well this knight has come to save you from your dark and lonely tower. Want to take a break and come and get some coffee?"

"Sure thing, just let me wrap up here."

With a nod Derek left Garcia's lair, and with a flick of her bangled wrist and a tap of the keys the blonde locked and sent her monitors to sleep. Tracking down all the evil in the world both supernatural and otherwise could wait for a few minutes. After all the siren call of caffeine was singing her song.

My first chapters are almost always short and sweet. It's the hook, ya know? The piece made to get you interested and want to reach for the next chapter button. Let me know what you think below and maybe if we're lucky my bunnies will use them for fuel to make another chapter. Stay awesome my lovelies!