A/n, written for round 23 the crossover challenge on CCOAC. My prompts were Lindsay Monroe from CSI NY and Aaron Hotchner from CM. Please R/R!

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The sunshine streaming through her bedroom window woke Lindsay Monroe on a warm New York morning on a Saturday in July. Sitting up the CSI looked around. She frowned when she saw Danny gone until she remembered that he'd promised Lucy a father-daughter day and was going to let her sleep.

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"You're pregnant with my son, and I know he's been keepin' you up at night. So Luce and I are gonna go to the park then lunch and let her Mama have a quiet morning to herself," Danny had told her as they were falling asleep the night before.

"Thank you, Danny," Lindsay replied kissing him before allowing herself to drift off.

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It was now morning and her six-month pregnant body was demanding the bathroom and food in that order. Slowly she eased out of bed and headed for the bathroom. Once she was done, she headed for the kitchen to make herself breakfast. Feeling a strong kick she smiled as she rubbed her stomach.

"Morning, little man, Mama loves you." Another kick was her reward. She was almost to the kitchen when her cell phone rang. Changing her path, she walked to the table in the living room where she'd left it and picked it up. A smile came to her face when she saw Danny's name on the screen.

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"Hey there, Cowboy. Are you two having fun?"

"L-L-Lindsay, I'm sorry. I couldn't stop them. They got Lucy and I. There are three of t-them," he began but was stopped when something slammed into his stomach causing him to cry out.

"What do you mean, Danny? Who has you and Lucy? Where are you?" she cried. Danny didn't respond, though. All she heard was flesh hitting flesh then the heavy breathing of someone else as they picked up the phone.

"I'm sorry, but Danny can't come to the phone right now," a voice growled.

"What do you want? Are my husband and daughter okay?" Lindsay demanded.

"Your daughter is fine. At least for now. Your husband on the other hand…" Lindsay felt her stomach drop.

"Just tell me what you want!" she yelled.

"That's for me to know and you to find out. I will call you with instructions in four hours. Answer or I guarantee you won't like the consequences," he snarled. Just before he hung up, Lindsay heard a child's scream. The phone slipped from her hands and fell to the ground, her shaking body following suit. She had no idea what the man had done to Lucy to make the two-year-old scream like that, but she knew it couldn't be anything good. Reaching out for her phone, she dialed Mac's number, she needed her team, and she needed them now.

"Taylor," came Mac's voice.

"Mac, it's Lindsay…"

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Meanwhile in Quantico Virginia.

"Hotch, we have a case," Garcia said as she knocked on her bosses door.

"I'll get Rossi. You get the rest of the team and meet in the conference," he instructed. So much for a weekend of just paperwork on our weekend on rotation, he mused as he headed for Dave's office.

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"Over the last four months, members of law enforcement and their children have been taken in New York. They are kept for a week in which time, the parent is tortured severely and the child is also hurt, but to a lesser degree. Then they are deposited beside park benches," Garcia described, handing out the case files.

"Why are we just now being brought in?" Morgan wondered.

"Because a new family was taken this morning. This one had a different element, though," the tech explained.

"What kind of Element?" Reid questioned.

"The wife received a call from the kidnapper. He told her that he would call back in four hours with further instructions. Her name is Lindsay Monroe, her husband is Danny Messer and they have a daughter, Lucy, who is two-years-old. Both Danny and Lindsay are CSI's who work closely with the NYPD," she concluded.

"He has a type. He takes father's and daughters. Maybe he lost a daughter?" Emily guessed.

"It's possible, wheels up in 20. Time is critical. I don't need to remind you that the first 24 hours in a kidnapping case are the most crucial," Hotch said as he stood up and headed for the door.

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"Hello Ms. Monroe, I'm SSA Aaron Hotchner and these are Agents Rossi, Morgan, Prentiss, Jareau, Dr. Reid, and our technical analyst Penelope Garcia. What have you and your team come up with so far?" Hotch asked after introducing the team.

"It's nice to meet everyone. I'm Lindsay Monroe, actually, Lindsay Messer, but I kept my maiden name for work. This is Mac Taylor, he's the head of the crime lab. These are my other fellow CSI's Jo Danville, Sheldon Hawkes, and Adam Ross. He's also our technical geek. Don Flack is the police detective who works with us," Lindsay explains.

"Flack, it's nice to see you again," Emily greets. Her team gives her a strange look wondering how they know each other but agree to let it go for now.

"Now that everyone knows everyone else. We need to get started. Morgan, I want you and Prentiss to go to the park where Detective Messer and his daughter were taken. Dave, I want you and Reid to go door-to-door and see if anyone saw anything. JJ, work on getting a press conference together and repeating the Amber Alert that Detective Flack issued earlier. Garcia, work with Adam to see what you can see on any of the cameras. I need to ask Detective Monroe some questions," Hotch said.

"You can use my office, I'll come with you," Mac offered. Hotch nodded his thanks. Before leading the FBI agent and his CSI to his office, Mac issued instructions to the rest of his team.

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"Hawkes, and Jo, go with Agents Rossi and Dr. , can you take Agent's Morgan and Prentiss to the crime scene?" The detective nodded and after making sure he had his keys, he walked out of the room, Morgan and Prentiss right behind them.

"Right this way," Mac said leading the solemn duo to his office. He just hoped they would find Danny and his goddaughter soon and that they would both be okay.

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TBC?

A/n, please R/R!