Here's the next chapter! In this chapter I'm going to include some awkward moments between the groups, Penelope snooping through all of the Phoenix agent's histories, and a typical Mac save of course! But, on with this thing.

BAU

The BAU agents just stared at the other group. "Phoenix?" Prentiss asked finally. Detective Reynolds and Detective Martinez went off to review something together, leaving the two groups of agents. The blond agent nodded, "Yeah, it's a covert agency. We usually don't do this kind of stuff, but we're here on a lead we've been chasing for a while."

There were a few moments of awkward silence between the groups before Hotch spoke up. "We're from the BAU and already running this case. We really don't need any other agents around here, especially when the scene is so temperamental." He gave one of his famous intimidating "Hotch stares" to emphasis his point.

"Yeah, we get that man, but orders are orders and The Boss Lady says we gotta be here," the older man said, crossing his arms and returning Hotch's stare without the slightest hint of fear. More awkward silence.

"So…I guess introductions are an order," Emily said hesitantly. She looked at Hotch, waiting for him to make the first move. After a moment, he extended his hand towards the oldest agent, "I'm Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner, but Hotch is fine." He started gesturing towards each of his team members, "This is SSA Derek Morgan, David Rossi, Jennifer Jareau, Emily Prentiss, and Dr. Spencer Reid." Each of the agents nodded their greetings and then stared expectantly at the other four people.

The man that had shook hands with Hotch crossed his arms. "Well I'm Jack, sorry we don't do last names, too many people who want us to kick the bucket if you know what I mean," he lowered his voice at the last part. The BAU agents looked slightly troubled by this statement. "Anyways," Jack continued, "This is Riley, Bozer, and our own personal nerd, Mac."

Mac looked mildly agitated at the older man's introduction and he thumped him right on the chest with his fist as he passed him on his way further into the crime scene. Jack grunted, "Love you too man." Everyone else followed the blond as he knelt beside the blood-stained concrete.

"Was there any DNA found?" Mac asked the BAU quietly.

"The killer left nothing behind. Trust us, everything has already been reviewed by some of our most prestigious labs. There is nothing visibly here," Hotch said coming to stand closer to the boy.

"Exactly, there is nothing visibly here. To the naked eye, the scene is clean, but what most people don't know is that we leave chemical and bacterial footprints every step we take. The key is knowing how to make these footprints appear," Mac stated while swiveling his head around the alley. After a moment, he ran towards a dumpster up against a building. He began pulling what looked like an old tarp and some bare wires out from it and the side of the building.

The BAU agents were all disgusted by his impromptu dumpster diving, but the Phoenix agents looked on impassively. Emily took a step forward, "Hey, I'm not sure you should be messing with any of that stuff. You could be tampering with crucial evidence!" She tried to go forward and stop him, but Jack put out a hand and stopped her. Everyone from the BAU froze, but Jack held steady, "Woah, hold up there Chica, he's good. Don't mess with his mojo."

"But he should be certified to handle evidence. Only select people have authorization," J.J said coming to Emily's defense.

"Oh, he's certified…in everything," Jack finished with hints of pride.

"Well what's he doing anyway?" Morgan asked eyeing the boy who was building some sort of tarp-wire contraption.

After a moment, the other three people chorused, "Being MacGyver."

"Asking what Mac's doing is like asking why the sky is blue. It's pointless and everyone just accepts it because that's how it's always been," the dark skin man, Bozer, said.

After that, everyone quietly watched Mac with fascination. Eventually, he finished and began to wave his glorified sheet a bit above the ground.

"Alright, not that I don't love the show, bud, but what exactly are ya doin'?" Jack asked.

Mac answered while continuing to wave his device over the ground, "Like I said, everyone leaves a chemical footprint. I'll save you the science, but basically I'm going to pull the most recent footprint with matching bacteria to the blood up from the ground and we will be able to see it."

He walked around the area, still waving his tarp around until a slight zapping noise could be heard from it. Mac held it up to reveal the light brown silhouette of a boot print on the bottom. Everyone just stared at it in stunned silence, everyone being the people who weren't used to him. Riley didn't hesitate to take a picture of it with her phone.

"Hey, Ri, can you run this through…" Mac started.

"Already on it," she interjected, her hands flying at a nauseating speed over her laptop keys. After a few moments, she spoke up, "Alright, the shoe print didn't match any shoe in any database I ran it through, meaning it's most likely custom made. But I compared it to the boot prints we recovered in the room Murdoc held you in Mac, and it's almost a 100% match."

"Damn," Jack muttered, running a hand through his sparse hair.

"Wait who's Murdoc? What does he have to do with this?" Rossi asked. The Phoenix agents all exchanged looks but were interrupted by the tone of Riley's laptop telling them that there was an incoming video message. She opened it up and looked at the caller ID.

"Crap, it's Matty! Should I accept it?" she asked frantically.

"We have to answer. You know how she gets when you don't pick up!" Bozer cried, his voice rising.

"Woah, woah, woah, did no one call her when we got here? No one!?" Jack asked and groaned when they all replied no, "Great, now she's gonna chew us all out! But Bozer's right, you have to take it." She nodded and clicked the 'Accept' button.

The four Phoenix agents gathered around the screen while the BAU agents shuffled off to the side. They watched the group with amusement as an authoritative woman's voice sounded from the other end, "What do you guys not get about the words 'Call when you get there'? Which one was it, Dalton beat the wrong person up or Blondie blew up something he shouldn't have?" After none of the people responded she continued, "So you genuinely forgot? Well that's a first. Usually you're trying to avoid me when you go dark like that. I want a status report NOW!"

"Wow, they have a girl Hotch," Morgan said, smiling. J.J and Emily snickered in response, but Hotch did not look amused, or rather less amused than usual.

"…Report back to the War Room and we will discuss this further," the woman said before signing off.

Riley shut her laptop and they all started to head towards their vehicle. Mac stopped and gazed at the agents, "Thanks. We'll be back with more information, but I have a feeling we will be seeing each other again." With that he turned and followed the other three agents to the car.

The agents left were all a bit blown away. These people had just showed up and taken over the entire case, that Mac kid had magically made a boot print that dozens of CSI agents had overlooked, and on top of that, there was this suspicious Murdoc character that they had mentioned. It was all pretty overwhelming.

They all expressed their thanks towards the detectives and headed off towards the local police department where they had set up their equipment.

When they got there, they all made their way towards an empty conference room and Hotch video called Garcia. She picked up on the first ring, her face popping up on the screen. "Hello, all-knowing, all-seeing Garcia, what can I do for you?"

"Garcia, we need you to do some research on a covert agency called the Phoenix here in LA," Hotch instructed, "Along with four agents that possibly work there. We don't have full names for them, only Jack, Riley, Bozer, and Mac."

"Can do. I'll call you back in a few quick moments with the info, bye," she chirped before ending the call. Hotch sighed at her excessive vibrancy, but if you worked on the BAU, it was something that you just got used to.

He gazed around the round table at his team. "Okay, what do we have so far?"

Morgan spoke up, "You mean besides the random agency that shows up and takes our case along with their freakishly good-at-what-they-do people?"

"I meant with the case, but hopefully we will have more information on the agency and their agents when Garcia calls back. Come on, what do we know about the case?" Hotch insisted.

"Wait we're still handling the case? But I thought this other agency was taking over," Rossi wondered, confused.

"There's really no reason that we couldn't still keep the case along with the Phoenix. It seems we have different motives in solving the case anyway, so if worse comes to worst, we can work with them and see what we get," Emily said, receiving an approving nod from Hotch.

"Also, we have this "Murdoc" that the agents mentioned. I don't know what he has to do with any of this, but they seemed pretty nervous at the mention of his name," J.J added putting air quotes around the name Murdoc. Everyone else nodded in agreement.

Reid looked up, "It seems that this Murdoc character may be the lead that they mentioned. There is also a chance that he could be our Unsub."

"Mac said that we'll be probably be seeing each other again, so we can just ask them then," Morgan advised. They all sat in silence for a while until a beeping resounded through the room signaling that Garcia was calling back with information.

She popped up on the screen after they accepted her call. "Alright, so I couldn't find any hits on a government agency called "the Phoenix", so I tried to find any reference to some sort of Phoenix in LA. The only thing I found was a think tank called The Phoenix Foundation. I almost overlooked it, but I decided to give it a look. When I went into their system, I typed in the names that you gave me. I got hits for Jack as a Jack Dalton, Riley as a Riley Davis, and Bozer as a Wilt Bozer, but nothing came back for a Mac. The closest I got was an Angus MacGyver," she supplied factually.

"That's it," Reid exclaimed, snapping his fingers, "They called him MacGyver one time at the scene."

"Ummm, not that this is any of my business or anything, but why am I doing this?" Penelope asked skeptically.

"At the scene we met up with some agents who said they were from an agency called the Phoenix. They were investigating the case because it was apparently a lead they had been chasing for a while, but the one did some pretty wacky stuff and another is a Penelope-grade computer whiz, so we just wanted to know if they could be trusted or not," Morgan informed her.

"Oh, okay, so I'll give you what little info I have on them then," Penelope said quickly, "To start out with, this "think tank" has some serious cyber security going. I mean, I thought I was paranoid when it came to this stuff. Anyway, whoever set their network up is, it pains me to say this, but beyond my skill level. That's why it took me so long to call back. The number of encryptions in their system would take a regular hacker weeks to crack, if they could do it at all. By the time they managed to get through the system, they would have been counter-attacked by an inner source weeks before. It's really an ingenious system..." Garcia rambled.

"Uh, Garcia, the agents?" Emily prodded

"Oh, right, well since I am a literal goddess when it comes to tech, it took me no less than forty-five minutes to break through their first layer of security. I was almost immediately kicked out, but I was able to copy some basic files on your people," Penelope said.

"Keep going," Rossi encouraged, trying to keep their flighty tech analyst on task.

"So first up I got Miss Riley Davis. I only have the basics on them, but she grew up in LA. She is currently twenty-seven years old and doesn't have any siblings. Her mom's name is Diane Davis and dad's is Elwood. Dad left when she was nine," Garcia started.

"Possible rough home life," Hotch murmured, easily slipping into the mindset of his profiler self.

Garcia continued, "Her mom started dating a man named Jack Dalton when she was twelve-"

"There's an emotional attachment between Jack and Riley," Morgan went on.

"I'm never going to finish if you don't stop interrupting me!" Penelope cried and the agents looked guilty, but they quieted down. "Thank you. Now, they broke up when she was thirteen and he disappeared for a while. She graduated high school when she was eighteen but was arrested at twenty-four for hacking…hacking the NSA!"

"So, she has a criminal record," Emily repeated.

"Stop interrupting! She was hired at what was DXS at the time about a year ago on probation but was recently released from it a few months ago. Getting off tack here, but DXS is what the Phoenix was going as until about eight months ago. It stands for Department of External Services, but it mysteriously went under a new name those eight months ago."

At this point, the agents were too afraid to interrupt, but they quietly absorbed the information like the good FBI agents they were. After a stretch of silence from the group, Penelope took it as an okay to move on to the profile of the next agent.

"Next we have Mr. Wilt Bozer. He was born and raised in Mission City, California. He lived with his mom, dad, I don't have names for them, and little brother, Josh," she read on, "Aww, that's terrible!"

"What is it?" J.J asked.

"When he was ten, it was his brother's fifth birthday. Their parents went out to get the cake and the two boys were home alone. Apparently, Josh found his dad's gun and began chasing Wilt around the house. The boy tripped and the gun went off. H-he…oh God, I can't go on," she sobbed.

None of the agents had to ask what happened. You didn't really need to be a profiler to figure out what had happened. They all sat in sad silence while Garcia grabbed a tissue to wipe her eyes. When she was done sniffling, she went on.

"Shortly before the…umm…incident…he met an Angus MacGyver. Wilt took a liking to him and they soon became best friends. Bozer never really got into much trouble that I can see on his meager profile anyway. He graduated high school at a normal age and moved to LA along with Angus. He started working at a local burger joint while also trying to become a film producer. Needless to say, it didn't work out too well for him. A few months after Miss Davis started at, once again what used to be DXS, Bozer was also suddenly hired there."

"This place was originally called DXS, but then suddenly switched ownership? Doesn't that seem a bit strange?" Rossi asked.

"It may not be strange at all. It could be as simple as something such as tax evasion or trouble within their economic structure," Reid told them.

"That's a possibility, but I agree with J.J, it does seem strange," Hotch confirmed.

"Here's an idea, why don't you let me finish the files and then you can all go and profile it up!" Garcia cried on the edge of exploding. The conversation immediately ceased among the groups and they turned towards her attentively.

"Up next we got Mr. Jack Dalton. He's originally from Texas. I don't know his mom's name, but his dad's name was Jack Dalton Sr., and he has six brothers and sisters. He grew up on the family ranch, was your typical tough guy-jock-popular boy of his high school. Right after he graduated, he enlisted in the Army, following in his dad's footsteps who was a pilot in the Air Force. He did one tour of Afghanistan before he was swept up by an elite Delta team for his skills as a sniper. He served on the team for about ten years before he was honorably discharged. After that, he was hired by the CIA. He worked with them for another seven years before a mission went south and he almost immediately resigned," Garcia read off his file.

"Dalton seems like he's quite the tough guy," Morgan said, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms.

"Yes, he does. But that could also be a potential problem. It says in his file that he was an expert sniper and was picked up by both an elite Delta team and the CIA. That means that he is very good with a gun and probably hand-to-hand combat. He could possibly be dangerous," Hotch reasoned.

Garcia huffed, but didn't even bother to complain about their interrupting. They were all like excited preschoolers when they got a good case and they never shut up. She just went on with what she had been saying. "He then went and reenlisted, getting back on his old Delta team for a few years. He resigned from the team then but remained in the Army. According to this, when he had sixty-four days left in his last tour before he was supposed to head home for good, he got paired up with a newly recruited EOD as his overwatch."

"Who was his EOD?" Reid asked.

"I was getting to that. The EOD's name was Angus MacGyver," Garcia read smiling.

"So, there's your emotional connection between the two of them," J.J said.

"I knew they had one when we met. When Dalton introduced all of them, he subtly shifted in front of MacGyver, almost like he was standing between us and him," Emily pointed out and they all nodded in agreement.

"Apparently they absolutely hated each other when they met. It wasn't until Jack had twelve days left in his tour that they started to get along. Jack stepped on and active IED. He told MacGyver to leave him and save himself because the bomb only had a little over two minutes left on the timer, but the boy refused. He disobeyed orders and went after Jack, disarming the bomb with only a few seconds left. Of course, Jack had to leave, but aww," Garcia cooed at the end.

"What!?" they all exclaimed with exasperation.

"Jack reuped for another tour on the condition that he got to be MacGyver's overwatch only," Garcia explained excitedly and continued, "After that they were both hired at DXS and worked there for about three and a half years before the name switched to the Phoenix."

"No offense, baby girl, but let's keep this going. You still got to give us the profile on MacGyver and this is taking forever," Morgan sighed.

Garcia nodded and tried to finish, "Finally we got Angus MacGyver. He was also born and raised in Mission City. His mom, Ellen MacGyver, died when he was five and his dad, James MacGyver, walked when he was ten. The boy skipped second and fourth grade and met Bozer in fifth. He has a very high IQ and his dad taught him more science and physics than Einstein knew before he left. After his dad did leave, Mac's grandpa who had heart failure moved to Mission City to raise him. He graduated high school when he was sixteen and went to college at MIT for three years. After that, he dropped out and enlisted in the Army as an EOD at the age of nineteen. Soon after he enlisted, his grandpa had a heart attack and died. He had a CO named Alfred Pena. The two of them were high in demand for their skills, especially since Mac finished his training in only a few weeks. A few months after he finished basic training, Pena died in a bomb explosion meant for Mac. After that, you all pretty much know what happens," Penelope finished.

"Thank you, Garcia, that's all we needed," Hotch told her.

"All I'm saying is, they seem like good people. They've all had some rough times and you all need to play nice, especially to Mac," Penelope barked and then signed off.

"Well now that we have all of this info, what do we do?" J.J asked.

"Now we wait to see what happens," Hotch sighed.

This took forever. There is really no excuse for it, but I will be posting two chapters at once to make up for it. You're welcome! I hope you enjoyed and please review. Bye!