I love the show Criminal Minds and I love Sonic characters so I decided to put the two together. As you read, you'll understand who each character is and some of the events that happen to them will be sad... Read to find out!

Seattle, WA

A woman was at work, she just started her lunch. She opened her email and saw many messages. She clicked on one she had her eye on for a while, she was in the market for a Datsun Z. It was sent a couple of minutes ago so she answered him via a chat room. She reached out to him.

HEATHER says:

Are you still selling your car?

Z4SALE says:

I'll send you a picture of the car... (Picture sent)

Z4SALE says:

New paint, New Tires. Not bad, huh?

HEATHER says:

Why so low on the price?

Z4SALE says:

Moving. Must sell ASAP. You up for a test drive?

This girl was excited about the new car. It was her favourite colour, orange, and it was cheap. She answered them back and got up from her desk. She grabbed her umbrella, because it was a rainy day, and headed outside to meet the seller. She only had to wait a couple of for he got there quickly. She greeted him and introduced herself. She got in the driver seat and started driving around, with the seller in the passenger seat. He, the seller, was talking about the car: it's insides and condition.

"Wanna look under the hood?" He asked the woman.

"Sure."

There was a brief moment where the rain stopped so they could look under the hood.

"You know your Zs, I'm impressed," he complimented her. "You should have your mechanic check it out anyway. How 'bout I leave you my number so we can set it up?"

"Thanks," he opened the passenger door for her. He slipped his hand on the door lock and did something but the girl, named Heather, didn't notice anything. He shut the door once she was fully in and he hopped into the driver seat. He started to drive and the rain started up again. He was taking her back to work, or so she thought...

"So it's just right up here," Heather said to the man. He was suppose to turn right but he kept driving straight, gaining speed. "Oh, that was... Hello? That was the right. Ugh, maybe just pull over here and we can try and do a U-turn."

The man kept driving and Heather was freaking out on the inside.

"What are you doing?" He didn't answer. "Okay, stop the car now. Pull over now!"

He still didn't answer, he was quiet as a doorknob. Heather looked at her door to try and open it, but she noticed that the lock knob was gone. That's what he did: he pulled it out. She looked out the window and noticed that they were headed out of the city. She tried to open the door but the man hit her on her head, she stayed quiet the rest of the horrid trip.

WASHINGTON, DC

A married couple were at home happy as anyone could be. The husband was Unit Chief Shadow Hotchner of the FBI's Behavioural Analysis Unit, or BAU for short. He was the ultimate alpha male: a strong personality, broad shoulders and always wearing a suit. When he was dedicated to something, he was 120% dedicated to it, work or home. He was married to his highschool sweetheart: Maria Robotnik Hotchner. She was a blond hedgehog who was pregnant with her husband's child. She was looking at boy names in a baby book and he was building the crib.

"How about Andrew?" She asked her husband. "It's Greek for 'valiant'."

"Let's call him... 'Sergio'," Shadow joked.

"Oh please tell me you're kidding."

"Butch?"

"Ugh, how about 'Donald'?"

"Hans."

"No! No, wait! Okay, um... Maurice."

"Not a chance."

"It's Greek. Look what it means. It's perfect: Maurice Hotchner."

"No," Shadow came off from working on the crib and sat with his very pregnant wife. He kept trying to convince Maria, through kisses, that he didn't want the baby to be named Maurice. They were enjoying their company when the phone started to ring. They ignored it as they continued to kiss, then the fax machine was bringing in a picture and brief report of the missing girl, the one that went with the car seller.

Meanwhile, somewhere else in Washington, Knuckles Morgan was with FBI trainees 'quizzing' them on different criminal they had caught. Knuckles was the brawn of the FBI, tactical trainer at the Academy, good looks and always through the door first, but not before kicking it down first.

"Nineteen forties, put bombs in train stations and movie theatres," Knuckles asked the three female trainees.

"Ugh, the Mad Bomber, George Metesky!" One cried out.

"Nice. Winner sits, losers drink." The three clanged their glasses together.

"Hold on," a second trainee said. "Metesky wasn't a serial killer. None of his bombs actually killed anyone."

"What, do you think all we do is serial killers? We cover the whole spectrum of psychos. We profiled the DC Sniper, the Unabomber, terrorists, arsonists."

"Supervisory agents trying to get trainees drunk?"

Knuckles chuckled as his cellphone started to ring. He looked at the caller ID and read "BAU".

"Wow, the Behavioural Analysis Unit," the final trainee said. "You work with Rossi? Is he good?"

"He was the founding father of the unit," Knuckles answered as he turned his back to the ladies and answered the call. "Yeah, this is Morgan."

Back at the FBI academy in the lecture hall, an agent was lecturing on an opened case. The agent, Sonic Rossi, was one of the founding fathers of the BAU.

"Anyone recognize these faces?" He asked the students.

"Victims of the Footpath Killer," a student answered.

"Well that's what Virginia newspapers are calling him. We refer to him as the unknown subject, or Unsub. I told Virginia PD they're looking for a white man in his 20s, who owns an American-made truck, disrepair. Who works a menial job. I told them: when you find him, don't be surprised to hear him speak with a severe stutter."

The students were confused as one student asked, "Not to sound skeptical but come on? A stutter?"

"Where did the murders occur? Hiking paths. Isolated. If I'm a killer who has to use an immediate application of force, even out in the middle of nowhere, I lack confidence. I can't charm them into my car like Ted Bundy did. I can't because I am ashamed of something."

His lecture was interrupted by someone walking in. They were a few steps in the doorway, it was a young fox holding a case file in his hand, pointing at in saying silently, "we have a case."

"Excuse me," Sonic said to the class as he walked out with the young fox. The fox was the youngest member of the BAU: Miles "Tails" Reid. He got his nickname because of his two tails. The two agents walked down the hall to meet the rest of the team.

"They're calling him the Seattle Strangler," Tails told Sonic. "Four victims in four months. He keeps them alive seven days. Ugh, the handle serves as a crank."

"Allowing him to control the rate of suffocation," Sonic noted.

"To prolong it?"

"To enjoy it. Seattle's hit a wall?"

"Physical evidence is nonexistent. There are no tangible leads."

"And another girl is missing," Sonic and Tails walked into their designated room. There, they found Agents Hotchner and Morgan. Knuckles was holding a picture of the latest live victim and showed it to Sonic.

"Twenty-three year old Heather Woodland," Knuckles gave Sonic the picture and he took it.

"Before she left for lunch, she downloaded a email with a time-delayed virus attached to it," Shadow informed his blue colleague. "The killer's virus wiped her hard drive and left this on the screen."

Shadow gave Sonic a picture of the computer screen. It had the same line repeated as Sonic read it out loud: "For Heaven's sake catch me before I kill more I cannot control myself." Shadow continued.

"He never keeps them for more than seven days which means we only have fewer than thirty-six hours to find her."

"Then we better get started."

And so it begins! I'm putting each episode in five sections and PLEASE message me for any requests on certain episodes, I'm open to any opinion.