The police station looked the same as every time they had come for a case. The coffee was still bad, cops were still bustling around and everyone was not entirely happy to see them.

Hotch led the team into the building to the conference room set up for them. A young beat cop leading the leader along the way.

"So you guys can use this room and if you need anything you can ask me." Danny said as the FBI entered the room and started to set up. Morgan noticed something oddly familiar about him, as did Rossi.

"Hey wait." Morgan called out to stop the officer from leaving.

"Yeah?" He asked in a quiet voice.

"Do we know you or something? You look really familiar." Morgan told him and Rossi agreed, scrutinizing the man's face.

"Oh, um, you worked with my sister on a case about eight or nine months ago. Her name is Charlie Moscoe." He told them once again in a quiet voice. The team stopped moving and all turned to face him, Reid had a connection to Charlie. Charlie reminded them of the member they couldn't save.

"You two look very alike." Emily commented. Although even though they looked alike, their personalities were completely different. He was quiet and thoughtful, she was loud and impulsive. He loved to read books and watch intelligent television shows, while she loved movies and smut. They were the most opposite twins.

"Um yeah, were identical twins, well even though technically were not completely identical seeing as I'm a guy and she's a girl. But still I get told that we look really alike all the time, but we aren't all that alike in personality." He told them with a small smile. Then he left the room so they could finish setting up.

Once far enough away from the room he pulled out his cell phone and clicked the number 6 on speed dial.

"Hello?" Charlie's tired voice muttered.

"It's me, the feds are here and they know that I'm your twin, so try to stay out of the spotlight or you'll get made." Danny said quickly then he heard a muffled voice on the other side.

"Reid says that you should try not to draw much attention to yourself, I know you don't already but just in case..."

"Will do sis, be careful."

"Don't count on it, love you." Charlie answered. Danny smiled.

"Love you too." Then he hung up and went back to his desk.

Hotch stared at the case file, willing himself to try to make sense of his thoughts. Half of which were on trying to make a profile, the other half thought about Spencer Reid. Would they see him? Maybe. Reid would possibly run back home, it was a part of the profile Hotch had made about the young genius when he left.

"Hey Hotch." Morgan called from across the room, snapping him out of his thoughts.

"Yeah?" He said and got up from his hunched position at the table. The police Chief was standing near a whiteboard that had pictures attached to it.

"Alright, these are the dealers from the boss all the way down to the runners. This is all the information the drug crimes unit has on Jack Ralf and his associations and or employees." Chief Berk said as he addressed the whiteboard. The BAU watched carefully and looked over the few pictures and sketches they had.

...

"That hat looks good on you." Charlie told him as he looked himself over in the mirror. Since Reid's old team was in town they'd have to take extra measures and conceal their faces even more.

"Thanks and the sun glasses?" Reid asked referring to the hypnotically reflective aviators he had on.

"They're fine. We should probably get going, Ralf is expecting us." Reid nodded and followed Charlie as she made her way out of their apartment.

...

"And last but not least we have Ralf's four guards. The brothers and the couple. These two fellows who we actually have sketches for are Dmitri Roman and Darius Roman, they are related by blood and have been around for as long as the boss has. The two we don't have sketches for are new; they just recently came on the scene. They worked their way up the food chain faster than anyone expected and became guards, extremely loyal guards. The woman is Lily Charleston, she used to be a prostitute from what our sources tell us and she would sell a whole rainbow of drugs on the side. Then there is Reid," The team flinched slightly at the name knowing it was what they used to refer to Spencer as, "Gray, one source tells us that he is an ex addict who started dealing after Charleston found him, she helped him work his way up the food chain the two have been an inseparable team ever since."

"So which team should we be more concerned about?" Morgan asked knowing that the killer in their case was working with a partner who had lab and or drug smarts.

"I'd say the Roman's but Charleston and Reid have racked up a few bodies as well, their killing method is one shot to the head, one to the heart. Our ME even said that some of the bullets went through the bodies at the exact same time."

"So it's safe to assume that they each carry two guns." Hotch muttered. The rest of the team nodded as well.

"So if you knew that it was drug dealers from Ralf's mob that were doing the killings, why did you call us in?" Emily wondered. Chief Berk turned her way.

"Because I need your help to tell me who's who, as in who is a dealer, who is a guard and who the killer is. Your team is the best at reading behaviour and for this case I need that." Berk told them honestly.

"Do we know where they all hang out?" Morgan asked, wanting to find the killers and then get some leads on Reid. He knew that maybe if he talked to Diana Reid...

"Yeah, some new age place called the Ace of Clubs (1)."

"Alright. Morgan, you Prentiss and I will head there, JJ and Rossi stay here and go over the case file and crime scene photos. Also if you have the chance go talk to the ME in person, sometimes they leave their opinions out of their reports." Hotch ordered. Everyone nodded and set about their business.

As Morgan, Hotch and Prentiss left the police station Morgan checked his watch. 10:45pm it read, they'd only been in Vegas over 4 hours and they were already one step closer to finding the killers, what with the large suspect pool. Morgan really wanted to find Reid and find out what the hell was going on with him. The sooner the case was over the better.

...

Lily Charleston and Reid Gray sauntered into the Ace of Clubs with an air of confidence that nobody wanted to mess with. They were a power couple that had a dangerous reputation. Charleston turned the heads of many men as she walked past and occasionally some women. Gray turned the heads of every female in the room, and occasionally some men. Although every person there knew not to mess with one or the other because they would probably get beat to shit immediately after.

As they made their way to the counter they pulled out their "security passes" or in other words their rings that signified they were guards for Ralf.

"Open the door." Gray said as he and Charleston flashed their rings to the bar tender. He nodded and led them behind the bar to a door hidden near one of the large shelves holding liquor. He pressed a button hidden under a bottle of Vodka and the door opened with a smooth sounding whoosh. Charleston and Gray made their way through and slipped the tender a 50.

"What do you think this is about?" Charleston asked. Gray looked down at her from under his reflective sun glasses (yes he was wearing them at night, it was a protective measure and they made him look like sex so why not?) and rolled his eyes.

"You amaze me at how unobservant you are sometimes, it's about the murders." Gray told her with a lazy smirk. She returned his gaze with a glare and smacked him in the arm. A muffled 'ouch' echoed through the corridor which they were walking through.

"Don't be a smart ass with me." She hissed as they approached the door that housed the boss' hidden office. Upon arrival Charleston knocked twice, waited, then knocked three more times. The door creaked open revealing Dmitri. Ralf was sitting speculatively in his chair watching them enter. Darius was off to the side with an over dramatized serious face on.

"Thanks for coming." Ralf exclaimed as he stood up. Dmitri walked over to his place beside Darius and Charleston and Gray walked to the other side of the brothers. They now stood in front of the boss' desk, Gray, then Charleston, Dmitri then Darius.

"I have gathered you all here for one specific reason." Charleston and Gray continued staring straight at the Boss while Dmitri and Darius looked off to the side then focused back on him.

"The FBI, well the BAU, have decided to make a presence in my town. Usually this wouldn't bother me but this time there's some murders being committed by someone who has MY DRUGS!" He yelled the last part even though his voice was steadily increasing the entire time. The four guards flinched slightly.

"You four are my most trusted assets. You will find out who is killing these whores and deal with them appropriately." Ralf deadpanned. Darius slowly raised his hand.

"Yes Darius? This isn't elementary school; you don't need to raise your damn hand." Charleston chuckled under her breath and Gray elbowed her in the ribs to shut her up.

"Quick death or punishment?" Darius asked.

"Punishment, I want this idiot to know that he should never have done that and should have never been born!" Once again the four guards flinched at his raised voice. Jack Ralf was not one to be tampered with. He would kill you the instant you did something wrong.

"Yes sir." They all said at once.

...

"It's very..."

"Loud." Hotch said, finishing Prentiss's statement. Hotch, Morgan and Prentiss arrived at the Ace of Clubs to find it to be a loud and large raving club. There was pounding music, flashing lights and inappropriate dancing that looked like sex on the dance floor.

"So where should we start?" Morgan asked, looking around he noticed that the club had three levels; the top two looked like they had tables and seats.

"We'll start at the bar. And let's stick together; it would be a pain trying to find each other again in this mass crowd." Hotch said and they made their way over to the bar.

The bar tender who let Charleston and Gray into the back noticed the new comers. He had never seen anyone that looked quite like them and immediately knew they were some type law enforcement. The boss had taught him to spot a cop at anytime anywhere, he was a gate keeper to one of his offices after all.

"Excuse me; we need to ask you some questions." Hotch shouted over the boom of the bass and flashed his badge. The bar tender nodded and as discretely as he could he pressed a button under the bar, alerting the boss that feds were in the house.

...

A white flashing light suddenly lit up the small office as Charleston, Gray, Dmitri and Darius started to leave.

"Cops." Dmitri muttered under his breath. Gray however froze mid step. He had a bad feeling that it wasn't cops that had made the gate keeper alert the boss. His team was here, or at least a small portion of them were.

"Reid." Charleston muttered under her breath and grabbed his arm. "He's going to ask us to cause a distraction, you know, it's our turn." That was true, the last time cops had made an appearance the brothers took care of running interference.

"I know, but if it's them..." He mumbled but before Charleston had a chance to reassure him about anything the boss cut in.

"What are you two whispering about?" He exclaimed.

"Just our distraction plan sir." Charleston told him coldly.

"Well then you better get going so these two idiots can escort me out of here safely." Ralf leered. The brothers smirked, knowing Charleston hated it when she was ordered around. All she did though was grab Gray's hand and lead him out the door. As they were walking through the hallway they decided their plan.

"So when we leave the door, make a run for the upper level and go down the ladder and I'll use the back, we will meet up in the van in the parking garage on the next building over. If anything goes wrong press the panic button on your bike and it will alert mine. I'm not leaving you behind babe." Charleston said, laying out the plan. Gray nodded and prepared himself to race out the door in front of him. He knew that running up the stairs might pose a challenge. He also knew he'd have to ditch the fedora somewhere so he could get the motorcycle helmet on.

"Ready?" She asked as her hand hovered over the button that opened the door.

"Definitely." He answered and she punched the button down, opening the hidden door.

...

"You're sure you haven't seen anyone, or met anyone matching their descriptions?" Emily asked, sighing as the man shook his head, she had long since decided he was in Ralf's pocket and was not going to give up any information.

Suddenly a section of the wall to their right opened revealing two figures. Morgan noticed first and saw a tall man and a tall, yet shorter than the man, woman walk out from the wall.

"Hotch..."

"I see them." Hotch slowly lowered his hand to his gun, knowing whoever they were, that they weren't good news. He had a feeling they were the "couple" as Chief Berk had dubbed them. The tall man had extremely reflective glasses on and when he turned their way; all that the agents saw were their own reflections. Then they saw the woman mouth something and they separated.

The woman leaped over the bar and shoved her way into the crowd as the man slid under it then dove into the crowd as well just the opposite way.

"Prentiss take the woman! Morgan and I got the man!" Hotch yelled. Prentiss immediately started her chase, as did Hotch and Morgan. They weaved their way through the throng of people until they noticed the man running up the stairs to the second level.

"FBI MOVE!" Morgan shouted at people and he shoved and pushed his way through and Hotch followed behind. As they finally reached the top of the stairs the mystery man was making his way through a window. Hotch and Morgan quickly followed suit and found themselves on a small terrace and noticed that the man had already climbed down the ladder that was attached.

...

Reid was shocked when he saw that it was Morgan Hotch and Prentiss standing at the bar. He stood for a moment profiling them until Charlie told him to go so he went. He dived under the bar and ran onto the dance floor. He twisted and turned out of the way of people, finding a small path to make his way to the upper level. Once halfway up the stairs he could see Hotch and Morgan following him. He ran faster and started to push people out of the way, knocking them down.

When he finally made it outside he didn't even waste time on climbing safely down the ladder, he slid. At the bottom, he noticed Hotch and Morgan had made it outside, so he quickly hid behind a dumpster and waited for the opportune moment to run to the black motorcycle Aaron and Jake had given him. He had a feeling he might not wait all that long, knowing they'd split up. But he knew, better safe than sorry.

As Reid crouched down he thought back to when he first saw them, they looked so distant from each other. Maybe his leaving did more damage than he intended. He thought about JJ, suddenly feeling sorry for all the harsh things he said, wondering how she was doing.

He quickly shook himself from his thoughts as he heard them talking.

"Hotch, we're going to need to split up." Morgan yelled.

"I know, you go right, I'll go left." Hotch ordered and they split up. Damn it Reid thought, he was going to have to deal with Morgan because his bike was in that general direction.

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Yes that is definitely the club from Smallville, which I don't think I own.

Anyway, things are getting interesting now aren't they, it will probably be like this the rest of the story. And yes I did say two weeks but I suck and ya'll can say it too. I just feel down when I don't get reviews, cause then I doubt myself but I love this idea so much! Anyway, I hope ya'll enjoyed and don't hate me for updating so late. R&R!

~Love SpiderKate