Title: It's almost Criminal

Chapter 3

Warning: May contain violent images, (Man X man) and strong language

Rating: M

Author: RickyH

AN: do note that I live in South Africa so I know very little of what it looks like in America so please note that most of the scenery I use in this Fic is random places I mad up!

Also note that in this Fic Jason Gideon, (as in the one and the same from Criminal Minds) has returned to the BAU but under a difrent more inexperienced team known as:

James McAvoy (due)

Sung Kang (better known as Han in Fast Five)

T.J. Thyne (better known as Dr Jack Hodgins in Bones)

Sam Worthington (better known as Marcus Wright in Terminator Salvation)

Odette Yustman (better known as Beth in Cloverfield)

And Missy Peregrym (better known as Andy McNally in Rookie Blue) Also note that Missy will be this teams Technical Analyst in the place of Penelope Garcia. (I know that I have used Garcia in the first 2 chapters but let's pretend she was onley helping out the team while Missy was on Vacation.)

Disclaimer: I do not own these people in any way possible! ,-_-,

Happy Reading!

Chapter 3

Quantico Virginia

James was seated at the small round table for two in his kitchen, his right leg was drawn up so that his knee was up against his chest as his right hand held on to the spoon found upside down in his mouth, while the left held up the newspaper he was reading.

Just as he brought the spoon down from his mouth to fill it up with the Cheerio's found in his bowl he jumped slightly at the phone coming to life next to him.

With a silly feeling laugh he sat the Newspaper down and brought the phone up to his ear, "Hello?" he said shaking his head at himself.

"Hi there ba-, "he heard a deep Irish voice on the other end of the line, cutting himself off at the last word.

Realizing that it was Michael, James dropped his spoon, which had it hit the bowl with a loud 'clanging' sound and slammed to the floor.

Michael heard him curse on the other end of the line witch mad the man laugh, "Honestly James I expected a wee-bit better reaction than being cursed at."

"I- I'm sorry I just wasn't expecting your call…" James said as he bent down picking up his spoon.

"You told me to call you James." Michael said slightly confused

"I know it's just- where you just about to call me babe?" James asked as he felt his cheeks worming up.

"Well you really don't miss anything, do you?" Michael said amused.

"You still shore you want to start dating a person who profiles your every move?" James asked flirting in the best voice he could while feeling pretty stupid at the same time.

"Oh, I'll take my chances with the profiling; it's the phone bills I'm worried about."

James hesitated for a second as he dropped his leg to the ground, "So… you really want to do this, give us a chance I mean…"

"James, let me poet it this way," Michael said with a smile, "I just bought myself a plane ticket on the net, which means that I would be playing knock, knock on your front door around 7pm on Friday night."

"Michael…"

"Don't worry I know you might be late, which is fine, I'll get dinner started in the meantime." Michael said a shoring his anxious lover.

"And if I'm not home for the weekend, trapped in some other City on a case?" James said softly with his heart on his feet, wondering how long it would take Michael to get bored with his long work hours.

"Then I guess I'll have to wait till next weekend."

"And what about your ticket?" James asked

"Don't worry its refundable."

"Michael…"

"James, I know what you're thinking, let's just take it one week at a time, when the time is right we'll worry about the long distance… I really want to give this the best possible chance." Michael said almost begging.

"So I'll text you my address and leave the key at the top of my front door?" James said as he gave in to his… boyfriend?

"Finely," Michael said smiling and James could just see his shark-like grin on the other end of the phone.

Another curse was heard from James and Michael paused for a second. "James?"

"My sister, she'll probably still be hear by the weekend." He said almost depressed as he took another bite of his Cheerio's.

"Oh right," Michael said, "how's her flat coming along?"

"Who knows, I think she's having too much fun reorganizing my cubits and dressing Chester up in who knows what."

"Who's Chester?" Michael asked laughing.

"My cat," James said smiling, "You will probably spend the weekend wrestling him for the chance to hold me.

"You know I don't think he stands much of a chance." Michael said cockily.

"Oh really, is that so?" James said smiling as he brought both his legs up to his chest.

"I've been told I growl just like a Bulldog." Michael said making a growling sound of a very vicious dog.

"Okay… that's… just… wrong!" James said in between him laughing out loud from his stomach.

"Oh admit it," Michael said laughing, "You thought it was sexy."

Just as James was about to answer his watch made a singel 'beep', "Michael I have to go or I'm going to be late for work." He said almost disappointed that he had to say goodbye.

"Say it." Michael urged.

"Say what?" James said frowning

"Say that you find my growling sexy." Michael said and James knew he was enjoying himself way too much.

"Michael, I have to go!" he said laughing

"Say it!" Michael said in a deeper Irish accent than usual, making him sound like a leprechaun.

With a sigh James bit his thumb nail, "Your growling turns me on…" he said softly his cheeks flaring up with heat again.

"Oh I'll have to keep that in mind for the weekend." Michael said playfully

"I'm shore you will, but I really need to go."

"Text me when you get home?"

"Of cause."

Taking the phone away from his ear against his will he placed the phone back in its clip, finding his feet at the same time.

"Who's Michael?"

'Shit' James thought as he closed his eyes, his back still to his nosey sister. With a silent sigh James turned around to face her, "Just a friend I met in New York last week."

"He doesn't sound like just a friend."

Ricing his eyes to meet hers James saw exactly what he was afraid of finding in her eyes. "Don't look at me like that, Joy."

"So it's true, you're in a relationship with this man!"

"Joy, stop it, I don't have time for this I'm late for work." James said as his heart dropped to his stomach while he brushed past her in the direction of the bathroom.

"James! How long has this been going on, why haven't you told me?" Joy asked a bit to disgust as she followed him.

Wiping around with his face all read with anger and hurt he took hold of the bathroom door as he looked up at her, "MABEY BECAUSE I KNEW THAT THIS IS HOW YOU WOULD REACT!" he screamed and slammed the door shut in her face.

"James…"

"LEAVE ME ALONE!"

After a few seconds when James realized that she wasn't going to replay he turned on the shower, tears stinging at the back of his eyes, once again realizing why he never admitted this to himself or anyone...

'No James, not this time,' he told himself in thought, 'It's too late to turn back now, admit it or not, you fell for Michael and he deserves a fair chance.'

As James came out of his room, fully dressed in a jean, white t-shirt and a black tailored-jacked he walked to the table at the front door, picking up his gun he strapped it in and reached for his walled.

"You're breakfast is ready." Joy said very carefully.

"It's going to take a lot more than bacon and eggs; to fix how I feel about you right now." James said coldly not looking her way as he shoved his walled into his jeans and then walked out of the door without waiting for her to replay.

His SUV was in for a serves and would be returned by the afternoon, which mad James desided to take the Subway to work, since he was a bit early he got off 3 blocks away from the BAU.

As James passed the alleyways about 2 and a half blocks away from the BAU he heard a scream deeper into the hidden Quirt-Yard. Pausing for a second, James just lessened…

'Another scream'

Realizing his ears did not deceive him James reached for his cell phone.

"Hello?" he heard Sang answering and from the noise in the background he could tell his team mate was already in town on his way to the BAU.

"Sung I'm two and a half blocks from the BAU on the south side, get backup I may have just stumbled onto a crime back in the Quirt-Yard, hurry!"

As James shut his phone, he run down the alleyway, following the screaming as he got closer he retrieved his weapon from its restrain and raced it as he came around the corner where the screaming was at its loudest.

"FBI FREEZ!" He yelled with his weapon raced to the man leaning over a young girl struggling to get free.

Before James's eyes had a chance to react the Un-Sub toughest some kind of round object his way and the next thing James new it exploded realizing some kind of smoke.

"Fuck!" James found himself cursing as the smoke mad him cough and began to sting his eyes violently. "Miss!" he yelled out to the young girl whom was pinned down by the Un-Sub as he made his way through the smoke, his eyes covered by his left hand.

"I'm over here…" he heard a soft raw voice.

Dropping to his knees as close to the victim's voice James tried to open his eyes but shut them at once as the sting at his eyes intensified, and he found it harder to bereaved. "Are… you… alright?"

"I am now… Thank you." The girl said as James felt her softly take hold of his face with both her hands.

"JAMES!" came Sung's voice around the corner.

"Sung he rune up north!" James yelled as he sat his gun down next to him on the ground.

"Don't worry we're on to him," Sung said as he came closer, his hand now resting on James's back. "Are you alright?"

"I don't know, he-, "James rubbed at his stinging eyes, "He- I think he bombed me with some kind of Pepper Spray." He said as he could still feel the soft hands of the girl on his face, her touch making the stinging of his exposed skin of his cheeks burn slightly less.

"Don't rube at it." She said softly.

"Sung," James said removing her hands from his face, "Have this young lady looked at by a Doctor, please."

"Of cause," Sung said as he helped her to her feet.

"Sung wait…" James said as he rustled out of his jacked and held it out remembering that her blows had been torn, all the long struggling to bereave from the Pepper Spray.

"Thank you." He heard her soft voice once more as a hand took the jacked from his.

As he heard them walk away, James leaned over with his palms flat on the ground he growled in pain as his nose, throat and eyes burned away fiercely.

"Come on," he heard T.J.'s voice as he felt hands helping him up by the arms, "Let's get you to a Doctor."

"I'm sorry James," T.J. said were James was seated in the back of an Ambulance a Paramedic placing an oxygen mask over his mouth and he couldn't help but feel that he has been spending way too much time in the back of Ambulance's these days. "I know you're in pain, but we need to know what you saw." T.J. said sympathetically.

"So you lost him?" James asked from underneath the oxygen mask.

"I'm afraid so." He heard Sung since he still had a hard time seeing past his partly-blind eyes.

"How's the girl?"

"A little banged up, but other than that she's fine, he didn't have the time to get to rape her," T.J. said, "Thanks to you."

Strangely that didn't make James feel any better. "I- It happened so fast…"

"That's okay," Sung said, "anything would help at this point."

"… He was dressed in black from head to toe…" James said as he thought back at the man hovering over the girl, "…he had his hoody drawn down so low that I could onley make out that he's coaction…"

"Anything ells?" T.J. asked.

"…He had a blue ribbon spun around his left hand…"

"That's great," Sung said, "Get some rest McAvoy." He said and James could tell that he and T.J. was walking away.

"Sung!"

"Yes?"

"Keep me updated please." James asked as he tried to see his best friend, but the stinging blur to his eyes wouldn't allow him to.

"Shore thing man."

"Detective McAvoy?"

"Its Special Agent." James said as he turned to the door of his hospital room, recognizing the young voice from the alleyway.

"Sorry," the young girl said with her cheeks going pink.

After an hour of being forced to lie down so that the side-effects of the Pepper Spray could ware off James could now make out her fetchers.

She was blond, her hair pooled back in a rough pony tail, probably after the scene in the alley, She was dressed in a designer jean, which was a bit dirty along with a white oversized t-shirt, which she probably got from the police after she had given her statement.

"That's okay," James said with a friendly smile as he strapped his gun into its restrain. "Are you okay, would you like a ride home?"

"Actually…" she said as she stepped into the room, her hands fiddling at the hem of her t-shirt, "I came to thank you, you saved my life." She said genuinely thankful and handed him back his tailored jacket.

"I was just doing my job Miss."

"Tiffany," she said softly, the blush on her cheeks growing deeper, "But you can call me "Tiffy."

Realizing that his damsel had developed a little crush on him James lowered his eyes to the floor as he stretched his arms into his jacked. "Well Tiffany, it was my pleasure." He said bringing his eyes back up to her, "Now if you're shore you don't need a ride home, I'm afraid that I have to go."

"Actually…" She said as her fingers now fiddled faster at the hem of her shirt, "I was hoping I could take you out for coffee some time, you know, to say thank you."

"Why thank you Tiffany," he said as he made his way around the bed, "but your word of thanks is more than enough." He said as he tried to turn the poor girl down as painless as possible, but she wasn't going to let him.

"Mr McAvoy, I'm trying to ask you out here," she said as he brushed passed her into the hall.

With a sigh James turned around so that he could look at her, "Tiffany, just the fact that you call me Mr McAvoy tells me that I am at least 8 years older than you, besides even if you weren't, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I'm gay." Saying the word out load… James found it pleasantly good to say it and he had to fight the urge to say it again.

"Oh…" she said softly, her eyes stretched wide.

"Take care of yourself Tiffany." He said with a light smile and then made his way down the hall.

"Hey guy's what did I miss?" James asked as he came to a stand next to Gideon under the bridge were a young girl had been found.

"James," Gideon said a bit surprised to see his Agent out and about, "You could have taken the day off."

"Thank you Sur, but I'm okay."

"Ooo nice sunburn," Odette said as she came to stand next to him stroking at his irritated skin from the Pepper Spray.

"Funny." James said un-amused as he flinched away from her touch.

"Focus please!" Gideon said as he leaned over the victim.

"Millie Williams," T.J. started to fill in the rest of the team, "She was found this morning…"

James was a bit taken aback at the poor girl's state. She was naked, onley to be raped up in green bubble-plastic around her breasts, lower thighs (like a nappy) and to bind her feet and her wrists. Clearly the poor girl had gone through a great deal of torture as her face was all swollen and bruised with deep cuts. She was most likely raped a number of times, due to the amount of old and new bruises found all around her legs and thighs. She was positioned on her back, her feet drawn up to her bottom in such a way that her legs were spread open with her hands tied behind her back.

But what really quit his eye was the blue ribbon braided into her blond hair.

"That ribbon…" he said to himself.

"James?" Gideon asked alarmed.

"I saw the same blue ribbon on the guy in the alley today."

"Are you shore?" Odette asked where she was looking up at Sam whom had just arrived (She and Sam was trying to hide the fact that they were in a passionate romantic relationship, but everyone knew of better.)

"Positive."

"Gideon…"

"I know," Gideon said finishing Sung's thoughts, "James you stumbled across the DC blue ribbon killer this morning."

"What?" James asked confused.

"3 years ago," Gideon said as he looked down on the victim, "DC police found three young blond females raped, tortured and murdered and dumped under bridges, all found with blue ribbons braided into their hair. DCPD feared that they were dealing with a serial killer, but they never had the chance to prove their concurrence or catch the Un-Sub fore no similar murders were found anywhere in the world after the last Victim was found."

"Until now…" James said as a pit formed in the core of his stomach.

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