A/N: So, to anyone who wanted to read my crossover, it is called Every Hunter Knows and its posted!
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds.
The team was sitting in the conference room looking over the case files when JJ walked in looking slightly frustrated.
"I'm trying to keep the connection between the cases on the down low, but it's a media circus out there." She said, a slight frown on her face.
"There's something that's bothering me," Morgan said, a crease between his eyebrows. "In the interviews with the families, they all mentioned that the victims and their husbands were going to marriage counseling."
"Lots of people go to marriage counseling," Hotch said, not in a dismissive way, but like he wasn't sure what he was getting at.
"I asked Garcia to check it out, see if they were all going to the same person."
"You said that she didn't find anything." Prentiss pointed out.
"Well, she actually found that they all went to different psychiatrists," Reid said.
"Yeah, but… if this is a shapeshifter, couldn't they be the same person?" Morgan asked. Everyone in the room paused.
"That's… actually genius." Rossi said as Hotch picked up his phone, hitting speed-dial.
"Hello, bossman, what can I do for you?" She asked.
"Garcia, Morgan thinks that the psychiatrist's the victims were seeing were all our Unsub in different forms. Can you find out if the identities were fake or stolen?" Hotch said, his voice serious as ever.
"'If'? You doubt my abilities?" She asked, mock offended.
"We would never dream of it, Babygirl." Morgan assured.
"I will dive deep, and get back to you."
"Thanks, Garcia." JJ said.
"You, my fine furry friends, are welcome." She said, a smile curling her lips as she hung up.
"Remind me to have her drug tested," Hotch muttered. Rossi snorted.
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"I think Morgan was on to something," Garcia said about half an hour later. "So, get this. All accept one of our fine doctors disappeared one at a time, calling families to inform them that they were taking some time and leaving the country. There is nothing to indicate that they ever came back, but here they are, counseling each of our victims a week before they are killed."
"You said all except one," Reid pointed out. "Which one? Chances are, he's our Unsub."
"Ah, you are a smart one, Dr. Reid. I had the same thought, which is why I can tell you that his name is Dr. Bart Schumer, he his forty-three years old, and recently divorced. Which, may I point out, is ironic considering his profession. I'm sending a picture of him and his wife to your tablets as we speak. And his address."
"Thank you, Garcia." Hotch said as he picked up his tablet.
"Any time, sir. PG, out."
"She remind you of anyone?" Rossi asked, holding up his tablet with a picture of his ex-wife on the screen. She had a shocking resemblance to the victims, and they all nodded.
"JJ, Reid, go and take his wife into custody, he might be going after her next. Gideon, you and Morgan, go to his work. Rossi, Prentiss, you're with me at his house." They all nodded and collected their field gear.
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The sun was going down when they left the station, each going to their respective locations. It took about twenty minutes for Hotch, Rossi, and Prentiss to get to his house. They didn't take SWAT, not want to give the Unsub any more people to mimic than necessary. They all got out of the car, drawing their weapons as they neared the small house.
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JJ and Reid pulled into Mrs. Schumer's driveway. JJ turned off the car and sighed.
"You know, I just can't imagine being told that my husband is a killer." She said.
"Chances are, with your profession, you would know before anyone told you," Reid told her in that matter-of-fact voice. She chuckled.
"Yeah, you're probably right." She conceded, opening her door and stepping onto the cooling cement.
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Morgan and Gideon approached the large office building, both wary of anyone who took notice of them. While Gideon would know that they had powers, it was still necessary to be vigilant.
"You sense him?" Morgan asked quietly as they entered the lobby. Gideon shook his head as they continued to make their way across the polished floor.
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Prentiss stuck the lockpick into the lock on the front door, clicking the button until the felt the mechanism turn.
"You ready?" Hotch asked over the radio.
"Yeah." She said and they simultaneously pushed the doors open. Prentiss and Rossi made their way down the hall, and Hotch went to the kitchen.
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"Hi, Mrs. Schumer?" JJ asked when a middle-aged woman with dark hair opened the door.
"Yes?" She asked.
"I'm Jennifer Jareau, and this is my partner, Dr. Reid, from the FBI." They both held up their badges, and she looked between them nervously.
"What is this about?" She asked, not rude, but obviously not happy that there were two federal agents at her door.
"Can we come in?" JJ asked.
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Morgan and Gideon continued their walk through the lobby. Gideon tensed and Morgan's hand went to the handle of his firearm. He was staring at the young, pretty receptionist with such intensity, that she must have felt his gaze.
"Hi, what can I do for you gentlemen today?" She asked politely.
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Prentiss and Rossi split to search separate rooms, Rossi pulled back the shower curtain as Prentiss pushed the bedroom door open all the way. Hotch walked into the kitchen, before continuing onto the living room. He heard a crash, and someone gasp over the speaker. He ran in the direction of the bedroom.
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"I knew he was angry, but I never thought-" Mrs. Schumer cut herself off with a shake of her head. They were sitting on the couch in her living room with cups of coffee. She put her's down with shaking hands.
"Mrs. Schumer, we know this is hard, but we were wondering if you could answer a few questions about your husband," Reid said softly.
"Ex-husband." She corrected quietly. He nodded.
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Rossi ran to the bedroom upon hearing the commotion and was soon followed by Hotch. There was a broken lamp on the floor and the window was open a crack.
"Guys, it's okay," Prentiss assured, her arms full of a large white cat. "I found this little guy, and he was as shocked to see me as I was to see him." She muttered, stroking the now calm cat.
"Prentiss, how do you know that's not the Unsub?" Rossi asked carefully, neither man having put away their weapon. To their surprise, she chuckled.
"Trust me, I know. I can just tell the difference between real animals and people who look like animals. Takes one to know one." She explained as she put the purring animal on the bed. It curled up and promptly fell asleep.
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Gideon seemed to snap out of it when she spoke and shook his head as if to clear it as he pulled out his badge.
"FBI, we need to see Dr. Schumer." He said, and Morgan carefully followed suit. Her mouth formed a small "o" of surprise.
"He's not in right now, but here is his office number." She wrote it down on a sticky note and handed it to him. He nodded his thanks, and they headed to the elevator.
"Is that the Unsub?" Morgan asked as quietly as possible as they walked away.
"No, false alarm. She had super speed if I'm correct." Morgan's brows went up.
"Really?" He asked, and Gideon nodded. "Huh." Was all he said. It was unexpected, but not exactly unwelcome, to know he wasn't the only one with that ability.
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There was a knock at the door and JJ stood.
"I'll get it, if you don't mind." She said, and Mrs. Schumer nodded. She was about to open the door when Reid felt it. He jumped off the couch, drawing his weapon as he did so.
"Go into the bedroom and don't come out, no matter what you hear." He told her before yelling to JJ as he went running down the hall, but the door was already open. The Unsub took the form of Morgan, and had a gun pointed at JJ. She had hers pointing right back. He looked over her shoulder, eyes growing wide upon seeing another agent. He fired at Reid, JJ pulled the trigger only seconds after him, but his had already gone off. He fell to the floor, already changing back in death. JJ kicked the gun out of his hand before running to Reid.
"Oh, my god." She said. The shoulder of his purple shirt was darkening with his blood, despite the large hand he had clamped over the wound. She pulled out her phone, dialing 911.
"Check on Mrs. Schumer." He said through gritted teeth. He honestly felt like he was going to pass out from the pain, and only let a whimper escape once JJ had gone. She was back and helping him keep pressure on the wound only a few minutes later as they waited for the ambulance.
A/N: I know, I'm mean to Reid, I'm not really sorry. :) There will be a not-so-new character in the next chapter if anyone wants to guess who it will be. As always, I hope you enjoyed, and thank you for reading!