A/N: Most of the quotes will be from R&J, and most chapters will be based on things that happened in the play, maybe out of order. Also, this is R&J with some major differences, like 'Juliet' is a serial killer... and 'Romeo' is trying not to be killed by her. Plus there's some major roll reversal. This wasn't even what I was going to write, really, but I got the idea and it sounded so fun to write, so here we are. Hope you all like it. Tell me what you think! -A

Chapter 1: Fighting in the Streets

When I have fought with the men, I will be civil with the women- Act I, Scene i

The team was gathered in the confrence room. They were waiting for JJ with a new case. Spencer was sipping his coffee (with a mountain of sugar, of course). Morgan was trying not to nod of, which was odd for him. Prentiss was doodling aimlessly on a scrap of paper. Hotch and Rossi were talking in low whispers about something.

Nearly ten minutes later, a slightly dishevaled-looking JJ walked in. "Sorry I took so long, guys. The coppier was going haywire." Morgan's head snapped up, his eyes wide.

"I forgot to tell you, didn't I?" She looked at him suspiciously.

"Tell me what?"

"That the coppier's broken." She rolled her eys.

"Thanks for the heads-up." He smiled

"Any time." Hotch cleared his throat.

"Right," JJ said, getting back to the case. "Spence, you're gonna love this one." Her voice was thick with sarcasim. He stared at her wearily. "Four people have been found dead in Las Vegas." He fought the urge to roll his eyes about her previous comment.

"The UnSub didn't even bother to try to conseal the bodies, they were just left where they were. The first victim," she said, pressing on the remote, "is Harold Walters. Seventy-four years old and found outside his apartment by a woman walking her dog. Shot once in the chest.

"The second victim is Maria Lopez." A picture of a young, attractive hispanic girl appeared, along with the shots from when she was found. "Eighteen, found behind the diner she worked at. Stabbed multiple times in the abdomen and chest."

Two more pictures. "Donna Torrent, fourty-five. Found in a casino parking lot. Throat slashed."

The last two pictures. "Karri Samule, thirty-one. Found in a gas station restroom. Blunt-force trama."

"These victims have nothing in common," Spencer pointed out. "Not physical features, age, gender... one is even hispanic. They weren't killed in the same way... why do local P.D. think it's a serial killer?" Four more pictures appeared with the press of a button.

"Answer your question?" He nodded. The pictures showed the back of their necks. Written in their own blood on each victim were the same three letters. DSR.

"The man was killed from a far distance," Rossi noted. "The women were killed in a more violent manner. They would have suffered more."

"Maybe our UnSub wouldn't have been able to overpower the man as easy," Morgan suggested.

"He was almost seventy-five," Emily said. "I'm pretty sure even Reid could overpower him, if he wanted to."

"I'm sitting right here," Spencer said. She ignored him.

"The UnSub could be handicapped in some way," Hotch said.

"Or not sure about his first kill," Spencer suggested.

"We can go more over this on the jet," Hotch told them, standing. "Wheels up in thirty."