Disclaimer: I own nothing. It's CBS'. But you see, if I did own it, I would pay Kirsten Vangsness and AJ Cook every penny that I would pay the men. This is all hypothetical of course.

Here's my second chapter of this crossover. All day I have been spending my time on Twitter signing petitions and other websites trying to get CBS to pay Kirsten and AJ more money so they stay. I found time in between to write this :) Keeping my fingers crossed our favorite ladies on television will be back for a ninth season! Enjoy and please review!

"This is where the most recent body was discovered," Olivia explained to JJ and Derek. They all got out of the car and she led the BAU agents towards the taped off alley. "Your fellow agents are at the lab talking to our M.E. and they're going to see the bodies."

Derek nodded. "So he's at least dumping them secluded area, but this kind of overkill? It must be a dump site. I can't see anyone not hearing her scream. And she would scream with all the pain from the pre-mortem torture," he said, moving his sunglasses to the top of his head to squint at the scene. "There's not a lot of blood spatter either, just a pool of it where the body was lying."

While both JJ and Derek surveyed the scene and did their initial searches, Olivia took the opportunity to do an initial search on them. Agent Morgan was very clearly an alpha male, a leader. He was both intelligent and handsome and set on the job. There was also something standoffish about him that gave her the impression there were few people he trusted.

Petite Jennifer Jareau was the one who truly interested her. She looked more like a Hollywood star with her honey blonde hair and blue eyes. She also had a look of sadness in her eyes that seemed recent and judging by the faint tan line on her ring finger, Olivia guessed it might have something to do with that. She didn't know why, but something about this woman made her stop and stare.

Olivia shook her head. What was going on with her? She had to focus on the case, not some woman from the FBI.

"All of these women are a certain type," JJ observed as she looked at her tablet. "All of them attractive, red heads…"

"So he's got someone who reminds him of all the victims?" Olivia questioned. She went to stand by JJ and looked at the photos she'd pulled up of six beautiful redheads.

Derek nodded. "Right," he confirmed. "He attacks these women because to him they're substitutes. It would explain the overkill. He hates this person, whoever she is."

"It's only a matter of time before he catches up to the woman who these others are surrogates for," JJ said grimly.

Olivia sighed. Elliot would hate to hear her say this, but it was a good thing these agents were here.

From his pocket, Derek's cell phone rang and he glanced at the caller ID. "It's Garcia," he said to Olivia and JJ. "Hey Baby Girl," he said with a hint of a smile into the phone. "Tell me your sweet, sweet skills got me something good."

Olivia looked at JJ and cocked an eyebrow. JJ just shook her head in a "don't ask" motion.

"Alright sweet thing," Derek finished. "I'll let them know." Hanging up, he looked at the women. "Garcia found something about all six victims…a connection between all the women."

"We didn't find anything on all six of them," Olivia said. "What could she possibly have found?" The three of them began to head back to the car.

"In addition to being our analyst, Garcia is a hacker. She can find all sorts of dirt on anyone and anything," JJ explained. "She was put on a 'blacklist,' if you will. She can get stuff your people could never dream of finding."

Both of Olivia's brows rose this time.

Who are these people? she thought as she buckled in the driver's seat.

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The SUV got stuck in traffic on the way back to the precinct so JJ took the opportunity to call her mother who was watching Henry while she was away. Derek glanced at her through the rearview mirror. He knew Will's death from cancer had hit her hard and he wanted to keep an eye on her. But his concern nowhere near matched that of Penelope's. His Baby Girl spent more time worrying about JJ than she did herself.

Detective Benson's voice broke through his thinking.

"So why do you call your technical analyst 'Baby Girl'?" she asked curiously. Is she your girlfriend?"

Derek's gaze flicked to the detective in the passenger seat beside him. She was the very first cop they'd worked with to ask him the question of him. Also she was the first to ask him if Garcia was his girlfriend.

"No," he said with a grin.

Did he want Penelope to be his girlfriend? Yes, with all his heart. But she didn't want him. He wasn't what she would need either. He was broken, she was whole. He was distrustful of the world, she trusted everyone almost instantly.

It was better that no one knew about his feelings.

"I just…called her 'Baby Girl' one day," he said.

By the way Olivia was staring at him after his answer, he had a feeling she was on to him.

"I'm more of a casual dater," he tried again.

He shot her another crooked grin.

"Well, maybe when this case is over you'll have a drink with me," he said. That's what I do, he thought. I ask a woman out? God, I'm an idiot.

She snorted a laugh. "I don't think so," she said with a small smile. "You're handsome, but you're not really my type." As she said that, her eyes drifted to the rearview mirror until her gaze fell on JJ.

Derek would've gawked if the flow of traffic hadn't started moving again. Detective Benson was looking at JJ.

Never in a million years would he have guessed it.

"I got ya," he said, nodding in understanding. When their eyes met briefly again before he turned back to the road, he added, "It's cool."

Olivia smiled. "I guess that one word for it."

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Penelope had to give major props to both detectives Munch and Tutuola. They were both extremely good at their jobs. And while they both seemed to be uncertain of her at first, they warmed up after she dug through all the victims' financials to reveal a trail that connected all of them to one place. The NYPD hadn't thought they would need to dig too deep in the financials and thus hadn't found what she had.

"Tell me, how does a lady like you start working for the FBI?" Fin asked her as he brought her a cup of coffee from a café down the street. He'd been out anyway and had offered to get her a cup.

She looked up from her computer and winked at him. "Breaking the law my good sir," she informed him. He raised a brow at her and she added, "I hacked into the government's system. They tracked me down. Offered me a prison cell or working for them. I took working for them."

Fin smirked. "I see," he said.

From outside the room she was in, Penelope saw Derek returning with JJ and the extremely beautiful Detective Benson. Her face turned up into a smile and she was about ready to go meet him, until she saw what was going on between him and Olivia. They were laughing and looking like old friends.

A red hot flash of jealousy shot up her spine and she felt the smile fall promptly from her face. Here in front of her Derek was talking to probably one of the most drop-dead gorgeous women on the planet and here she was hoping he would come talk to her. What the hell was she thinking? There was no way he would if there was a beautiful woman around. There was no reason to. She didn't look anything like the woman.

The night after she'd tried to go on a date with Kevin to try and rekindle their relationship, he'd been there for her. Kevin – who knew he was such a jackass – slept with her again and told her I'll see you around, like she was a prostitute. Immediately afterwards, she called Derek and he'd come over to hold her while she cried. The night after that, he suggested they go out. She dyed her hair back to the red she'd had for a brief time for the occasion and just the two of them went out. While he'd been getting her a drink, she noticed he'd started flirting – or what appeared to be flirting – with the slim, bustier-wearing bar tender.

After that, she took off, not even bothering to tell him she was leaving.

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JJ sighed heavily as she made her way to see Penelope about her big connection she'd found. She'd had a long year since Will died. In some ways it still haunted her. And she knew Penelope was worried about her. But she didn't know how to quell her fears. She knew her best friend was in constant fear that she would find her in the bathroom with her hair buzzed off.

Her therapist was thought she needed to be medicated for depression. And JJ was inclined to agree.

With Will's death, a new demon had been created in her.

"Hey you," she said as she joined Penelope beside the two more cynical detectives of the four. "You've got good stuff for us?"

With a vicious glare on her face, she stabbed the keys of her keyboard and gritted out, "Yes."

Slightly taken back, JJ looked at both detectives as they stood up abruptly. Clearly they were wary of womanly issues. Sitting down next to her, she put an elbow on the table and studied her. "What's going on in your genius head, Garcie?"

Her typing stopped abruptly. "I just don't understand what's wrong with me," she groaned. "I have no idea why he doesn't –" She stopped speaking.

"Oh…" She understood. Penelope was jealous of Detective Benson and the amount of friendly activity between her and Morgan. Taking her hand, she murmured, "Penelope, I wouldn't worry too much about her. Morgan, he may be acting friendly with her, but I wouldn't –"

A little more harshly than she meant to sound, Penelope snapped, "Just stop, JJ. I don't want to hear anything about the bastard. The incredibly buff, beautiful, cocoa ball of thunder who's a complete bastard, yet super caring and –"

"Talking about me?" Morgan asked with a cocky grin on his face as he joined them with Olivia next to him.

"Is he always like this?" Olivia asked, jerking a thumb in his direction.

Penelope, with tight lips, muttered, "Pfft. Believe it sister. This one…total jackass."

JJ noticed Derek looked taken back at his Baby Girl's behavior. Yet she couldn't help but smirk. Maybe now Morgan would get the balls to do something about this. It was no secret, his love for Penelope. Now he just had to do something.

When JJ's eyes met Olivia's, for some reason, she felt a spark inside herself like she knew the other woman was thinking the exact same thing she was.

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Somewhere Secluded – Midnight

The man sat in front of his television, watching the news coverage of the FBI agents arriving to see the work he'd done. But something – rather, someone – caught his eye.

A red-head, just his type, emerging from one of the government's SUVs. He began to salivate as he looked at her. Lily white skin. Her hair so soft looking, even just on the screen. Her lush body that looked so touchable.

What would it be like to touch her? To mutilate her body in so many ways that it would make her unrecognizable.

This was by far the closest match he'd come to.

Behind her, standing extremely close, was a tall and devilishly handsome man who looked like a man absolutely star struck by being within even a small proximity of her.

Now he wondered: what would his grief be like when he saw the woman he loved – the woman who was the only one who could satisfy his blood lust – cut up and left in a dumpster? Would he feel the exact same abandonment at her leaving him?

There was only one way to find out.

Capture and kill.

Fret not my pretties…happy endings all around! Please review if you have the time!