Alright so if you haven't noticed, this is a sequel to Victoria Cross (CM-NCIS Xover) which is second to my BAU series.

I'm gonna get around to finishing that story but I needed to get this idea out there.

So, here's the second chapter, enjoy.

Disclaimer: Really? Unless you're stupid, I'm pretty sure everyone knows I don't own any of the show's characters.


Ashley Marin opened the door to two people dressed in business suits. A woman in her early forties with her brown hair down, and Holbrook, she knew that one.

"Mrs Marin?" the woman asked.

"It's Ms but yes, that's me," she said, her brow furrowing slightly.

"My name is Special Agent Alex Blake," the woman said as she took out her badge "May we come in for a moment?"

Ashley nodded and stepped aside, opening the door wider for them "Of course, come in," she said, closing the door behind them and leading them to the kitchen area "What can I do for you, Agent?"

"Ms Marin, is your daughter home at all?" Alex asked her.

"She should be, yes," Ashley replied, folding her arms over her chest "Is everything okay? Is Hanna in some sort of trouble?"

"No, ma'm, she isn't but I would prefer it if she were here for this," Alex told her.

Ashley just nodded and replied "I'll go grab her," and walked up the staircase to her daughters bedroom. Hanna was sitting at her desk, on her laptop when Ashley knocked on her door "Hanna?"

"Yeah," she called back, closing her laptop and turning to face her. She was already dressed in a sky blue high waist skirt, a black and white striped loose tank with a white dress blazer. Her hair was down and curled and her shoes were black four inch platform pumps.

"Can you come downstairs for a minute?" she asked.

"Yeah, sure," she replied with a slight smile as her phone rang, looking down to check the caller ID, she answered "Emily, what's up?"

"What's up?" Emily replied "What's up is that there are agents in my house and there'll probably be in yours as well, any minute now," she whispered.

Hanna stood up and walked towards the staircase "What do you mean? What do they want?"

"What they want is to look over our shoulder until they find out what really happened to Alison," she continued in her harsh whisper.

Reaching the bottom stair, she headed toward the kitchen "Well they're only in town, right?"

"No, Hanna, they're literally on us like hawks," said Emily "We have to be careful about this,"

Reaching the kitchen, Hanna stopped in her tracks as she saw Gabe and another woman standing with her mother "Crap, I gotta go, I'll see you later," and with that, she hung up "What's going on?"

"Hanna, this is Special Agent Blake from the FBI," said Ashley "They want to talk,"

"More like stalk," she muttered under her breath.


"You're kidding, right?" Aria asked, looking between the agent standing in her living room and her father "This is some sort of joke?"

"Your safety isn't a joke, Aria," Byron Montgomery told her and turned back to the agent "Agent Hotchner, how does this work?"

Aria was still dumbfounded as to what was happening, panic and fear emanating inside her. Hotch looked at her and back to Byron before saying "Mr Montgomery, Detective Holbrook believes your daughter is in danger, in order to prevent anything happening to her or her friends, I will be present at all times. This means we'll be there when you start school and be there when you finish, also I will need to be present in this house,"

"That's fine, you can take the guest room," Byron said "Just keep my daughter safe," he pleaded and dug in his pocket to pull out his phone "I have to call Aria's mother and let her know what's going on," Hotch nodded in return and Byron turned away, taking a few steps before Aria called him back.

"Tell her not to worry, and to not come home, I'm fine," she told him "She doesn't need to be here,"

"Aria, you know how stubborn she is," Byron gave her a pointed look, earning a small smile in return, before lifting the phone to his ear and walking into the kitchen.

"Agent Hotchner," Aria said.

"Please, call me Hotch," he offered her a rare smile to which she returned.

Aria nodded before continuing "I don't need protection,"

"I'm sure you don't," Hotch replied "But whoever kidnapped Alison DiLaurentis is still out there, he captured her twice," he told her, knowing it was complete bullshit, but played the card anyway "What's to stop them from trying again?"

Aria shrugged before sighing "Fine,"

Hotch held his hands up in surrender "I promise not to cramp your style,"

Aria raised an eyebrow at him before replying "Yeah, Ice-T called," she said lifting her hand to her hear gesturing a phone "He wants his gangsta back,"

Hotch's smile widened at her wit and looked over at Byron still talking on the phone "So where's your mom?"

"Austria," she replied and gestured to the couch, both sitting down, she continued "Her boyfriend-well, fiance now-got a promotion and asked her to go there with him," she explained "I practically forced her to go,"

"Why?"

Aria shrugged "I guess I wanted her to do something for herself for once," she replied "The amount of crap that my dad, my brother and I have put her through, she deserves it,"

Hotch nodded "Fair point," he said as Byron came back into the room.

"Ella sends her thanks and will be here on the next flight out," he replied.

"What?" Aria asked "Did you tell her what I said?"

"Yes I did," Byron replied "I even added a few of my own comments, but she wasn't hearing any of it,"

Hotch hid his smirk and watched the two interact.


"Everywhere?" Spencer asked "Like, literally everywhere?"

"Literally everywhere," JJ replied "I know this is the last thing you want but believe me, this is probably in your best interest right now,"

Veronica Hastings nodded "Thank you for coming here Agent Jareau, Spencer's safety is all we want,"

"I understand," JJ said, knowing how much she would want Henry to be protected "And please, call me JJ," she gave her a slight smile, to which Veronica returned.

"We have a guest room, or you can stay in the barn, it's your choice," said Veronica

"I think it'd be preferable to be inside the house," JJ countered "That way I can monitor any unusual activity outside and also be closer to Spencer,"

"Of course," she replied "Spencer, would you show our guest to the spare room please?"

"Sure," Spencer sighed "Follow me," and turned towards the staircase.

"So..." JJ started once they were out of earshot "Second child, your sister is most likely overachieving as well as condescending," JJ started to profile out loud "Both of your parents are lawyers, good ones, the family alma mater holds high expectations for you,"

"Where are you going with this?" Spencer asked her.

"You strive to be the perfect child but you hate it," said JJ then turned to face her "You get straight A's, correct?"

"To the most part, yes," Spencer replied.

JJ nodded "Maybe you should take it easy, I'm sure you'd still get A's if you didn't try as hard,"

"You can't know that," Spencer said "My grades are the way they are because I push myself,"

"And that's a good thing, pushing yourself," JJ said "But everyone has a limit, don't push it too far,"

Spencer just stood there as JJ continued into the guest room and proceeded to check the windows.


Alison DiLaurentis opened her front door to see a woman standing there in a black pantsuit, she had straight, dark raven hair which fell down past her shoulders. Alison could see the gun against her hip and she sighed "You're the fed, aren't you?"

"Special Agent Emily Prentiss," Emily flashed her badge to her as she spoke softly "Alison DiLaurentis?"

"Yep, lucky me," said Alison sarcastically as she turned around and started to walk into the house, leaving Emily to follow her and close the door behind her.

"Your dad home?" asked Emily as Alison turned back around to face her.

"Nope, he's at work," said Alison "So you want to watch me?" she asked more as a statement than anything.

Emily bit back a smirk but shook her head "I don't want to watch you, but think of me as a bodyguard,"

"So what do you do anyway?" Alison asked.

"I work for the Behavioral Analysis Unit, we profile people, read behavior," said Emily.

"That's it?" Alison raised her eyebrows "You just watch people?"

Emily couldn't bite back her smirk this time and answered "We don't watch people, we read them in order to figure out their next step," she remarked.

"So you travel the country to 'read' people?" Alison put a hand on her hip and tilted her head slightly.

"No," Emily shook her head "We work with the local police to catch all sorts of people, mainly serial killers...or kidnappers,"

Alison's lips parted slightly as she mentioned kidnapping, but she quickly cooled her features and shrugged "Okay, so how does this work?"

"I follow you," Emily said bluntly "I sleep in your house, make sure no one's trying to hurt you,"

Alison raised an eyebrow at her "I was the Queen Bee of Rosewood High since ninth grade, I was a bitch and I was mean," she admitted candidly "A lot of people want to hurt me,"

"You were that girl," said Emily with a slight smirk.

"What? You were too?"

Emily let out a dry chuckle "Are you kidding? I was never in one place long enough to be that girl," she replied as she followed Alison toward the kitchen "The longest I ever stayed in one school was five months,"

"Army brat?" Alison asked as she grabbed a glass out of the cupboard "Drink?"

"No thanks, I'm good," she replied and answered her original question "Political rebel, actually. My parents were both politicians, moved around to several different countries,"

Alison raised her eyebrows as she poured herself a glass of water "Sounds like fun,"

Emily snorted "Right, if you call no friends, straight A's and emo fun,"

Alison choked on her water as she gasped for air, coughing out the water she breathed in "You were emo?"

Emily laughed "Are you okay?" she asked as Alison got her breathing under control and nodded "Yeah, with parents like mine, you rebel as much as you can, that includes a lot of death metal concerts,"

"God, no wonder you had no friends," Alison said "Which is a real shame, if I was your stylist, you would've been popular in high school,"

"Yeah, well, whoever says high school is the best four years of your life obviously didn't have a very good one after they graduated," Emily replied, sitting on the stool.

"I'd drink to that, but it's 9:30 in the morning," Alison replied.

"...And you're underage," Emily added.

Alison shrugged "Meh, never stopped me before,"

"Now, why am I not surprised?" asked Emily as she smirked slightly to which Alison returned.


"So are coming or what?" Aria asked Hotch as he sat talking with Byron. Hotch nodded and stood, quickly rinsing his empty coffee mug in the sink, not wanting to leave dirty dishes anywhere.

"Where to?" he asked.

"The Brew," she replied "We're going there for coffee,"

Hotch nodded "Alright, let's go," he said and turned to Byron "Thank you for the coffee Mr Montgomery,"

"Please, it's Byron," he replied "Makes me feel less old,"

Hotch smirked back to him "Yeah, tell me about it," he said before they walked out.


Reaching the Brew, Hotch saw Alex, Morgan, Emily and Holbrook inside, sitting at a table whilst the girls sat in the couch area. Hotch watched as Aria joined them, the girls eyeing him suspiciously as he sat with the rest of his team.

"Where's JJ?" Hotch asked them.

They all shrugged realizing that Spencer had shaken her and Alex chuckled to herself as she pulled out her phone "I'm gonna see how Garcia's doing on those background checks," and stepped outside so no one else in the cafe could hear. As soon as Alex stepped outside, JJ walked in and sat down next to Hotch.

"Lose something Jay?" Emily asked her sarcastically as she took a sip from her coffee.

"That girl is good," JJ replied, shrugging off her blazer "I was right there in the kitchen with her mother and I didn't hear anything,"

Morgan chuckled at her "You got played my friend,"

"Yeah, yeah," JJ waved off "I'll be more alert next time," she said louder to make sure Spencer heard as she gave her a pointed look.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Spencer called back.

"Yeah of course you don't," JJ muttered.

"That's your agent?" asked Hanna asked Spencer, earning a nod in return "Is it just me because I wasn't expecting them all to be so..."

"Good-looking?" Ali replied with a smirk "It's not just you, it's ridiculous,"

Spencer looked over at the agents "Is that all of them? Like is there any more, working behind the scenes or something?"

"Probably," Aria replied "It's the FBI, they've probably got people everywhere,"

"Well, there's another two," said Hanna as a tall, lanky man with light brown hair wearing a light blue business shirt and a black skinny tie stood up and put down a file on the table in front of the other agents. He had black dress pants and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. Another man stood next to him, he was older but just as tall and wore a black suit without a tie. He had black hair and had a goatee.

"So what is it these people actually do?" Emily asked.

"They read people," Ali answered "At least that's what mine said, she said they read behavior and try and figure out their next move before they make it,"

"Well, I'm trying to shake mine," said Spencer.

"Mine's actually pretty cool," said Ali as she tilted her head at the group of agents "Except for the whole emo thing in high school,"

"The what?"

"Never mind," Ali waved off "But I definitely need another coffee," she said and stood up, walking towards the counter. The girls looked up at the agents and saw then laugh about something and Morgan and Prentiss fist bump whilst Alex returned and ruffled the tall lanky kid's hair.

"They seem normal," Hanna said.

"Yeah, emphasis on 'seem'," Spencer replied, folding her arms over her chest.

"Okay, what's the deal?" Emily asked.

"Nothing, I don't have a deal," Spencer replied.

Emily raised her eyebrows "You've been hating on them ever since they got here,"

"I just don't need a babysitter, that's all," Spencer replied.

"Look, none of us are happy about this but we're stuck with them," Aria said "So we just have to deal,"


Okey Doke, let me know what you think :)

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