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The X Files

Hatochiisai

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Criminal Minds, OR the X Files

Hotch/Reid

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Chapter 1

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A man and a woman stood over the broken, mangled body. This was the seventh incident. There had been a death almost every week. Every death in this town happened in public places. With witnesses. But none of them were talking. They were all too scared that they would be the next victim.

The woman sighed and knelt, her red hair falling around her face as she inspected the body. The brown haired man echoed her sigh.

“We know how he’s doing it.” The man said. “But why? And who is he?”

“Or she…” The woman mused, then stood. “Mulder… we’ve been on this case for weeks. And we’re no closer to finding this guy—“

“Or girl.”

“—or girl, then we were when we got here.”

“What do you propose?” The man asked his partner.

“… I think we need to call in help.” She said. The man snorted slightly and smiled.

“And who will help us, Scully?”

“… I’m going to put in a call to an old friend.” Scully said, and pulled out her phone, dialing. “Yes, this is Agent Dana Scully… I’d like to be connected to SSA David Rossi… Thank you… Agent Rossi, this is Dana Scully. I was in your classes at the Academy there at Quantico well… a couple of decades ago… yes sir, I’m well, thank you. I’m surprised you remember me, actually… yes sir. Listen… I’m working a case with my partner with seven bodies and we’ve hit a dead end. But… I think that your expertise could really help us. I was wondering if… sorry? Oh… well, it’s kind of hard to explain, sir, I… Oh. I see. Thank you. I’ll see you soon.”

“… David Rossi? The profiler?” Mulder asked.

“Yeah.” Scully said. “The BAU is going to come help us out.”

“You didn’t tell him HOW the victims were killed. You know how other Agents are with us and our cases. Why will they be any different?”

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“Dave… we’re supposed to use JJ’s week off finishing paperwork.” Hotch almost laughed as he stared at the man before him.

“Well, now we have something more interesting to do.” Rossi said with a smile and a shrug.

“One of your students?”

“Yeah. Dana Scully. Smart girl.” Rossi said.

“What department?”

“… I dunno.” Rossi admitted. Hotch sighed and shook his head, then stood.

“Alright. Let’s see if the team is up for it.” He said, and they walked out into the bullpen. “BAU, round table room, please.” And they gathered.

“I thought we didn’t have any cases while JJ’s gone.” Morgan said as they walked in.

“I got a call from a student of mine from way back.” Rossi said. “She and her partner are working a case with seven bodies. They’ve been on this case for almost a month now.”

“A month and no leads?” Prentiss asked, skeptically.

“They’re not profilers.” Rossi said.

“Who is this woman?” Morgan asked.

“Agent Scully.” Rossi said. Reid frowned and looked up.

“Scully?” He asked. “Dana Scully? Hmmm…” He looked thoughtful. “I’d like to go.”

“You know her, Reid?” Hotch asked, raising an eyebrow.

“No. I’ve never met her. But I know of her.” Reid said. “Besides… we’re supposed to use this week to do paperwork—“

“Which is boring. I say we go.” Morgan interrupted.

“Uh, actually, I was going to say that I’ve finished all of mine.” Reid said. Morgan and Prentiss both leveled glares on the boy. Reid blinked, innocently. Hotch chuckled.

“Alright then. Wheels up in an hour.”

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Mulder looked up when the five Agents walked in. Scully stood, smiling.

“SSA Rossi.” She said, holding out her hand. Rossi took it.

“Agent Scully. It’s good to see you.” The man said.

“Thank you very much for coming out, sir.” She said.

“It’s no problem. This is Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner.”

“Good to meet you, Agent Scully.” Hotch said, shaking her hand.

“SSA Derek Morgan.” Rossi continued.

“Pleasure.” Morgan said, shaking her hand.

“SSA Emily Prentiss.”

“Hi.”

“And SSA Dr. Reid.”

“Hello!” Reid said with a smile, taking her hand. “If I may, I’ve read about several of your cases and I have a LOT of questions I’d like to ask about—“

“Reid.” Hotch said. “Later.”

“Oh. Right. Sorry.” Reid mumbled, blushing and looking away.

“Uh… right. This is my partner, Fox Mulder.” Scully said.

“It’s great to meet you, sir.” Reid blurted, eagerly. Mulder blinked and raised an eyebrow. “The things that you investigate are so absolutely—“

“Reid.” Hotch said firmly, and Reid closed his mouth, looking embarrassed again.

“… Dr. Reid, huh?” Mulder asked. “What kind of doctor?”

“Oh! Um, I have PhD’s in Chemistry, Engineering and Mathematics!” Reid announced. “And I also—“

“Reid!” Hotch sighed, exasperated.

“… Sorry.” Reid mumbled. Mulder looked amused now, and exchanged looks with Scully.

“So.” Rossi said, also looking amused. “Tell us about this case, Agents.”

“About two months ago, a man named Matt Jackson was murdered.” Scully said, placing a photo of the man down on the table. “It happened in a local bar. In front of a dozen people. But… no one saw the killer.” And she lay down crime scene photos.

“Oh my God…” Prentiss breathed.

“How could no one see the guy that did THAT?!” Morgan demanded, staring. The man was mutilated. Bones were snapped… limbs twisted… the body contorted… sprawled haphazardly over the floor like a marionette whose strings had been cut.

“A week later, Denise Walker.” Scully said, laying out more photos. One of a smiling woman, and then several of her mangled body. “Happened in the produce section of the grocery store. Seven witnesses. No one saw the killer.”

“… Wait… how?!” Morgan asked.

“David Geoffries.” More photos of a destroyed body. “Gassing up his car. Marshall Petrie on his daily jog. Pamela Fothi at her weekly book club. Daniel Stuart at the bank. And yesterday, Valerie Scoby at the post office.”

“… Witnesses?” Hotch asked.

“Every single murder.” Scully said.

“And no one saw the killer.” Morgan said, looking skeptical. “How.”

“Because. He’s not physically touching them.” Mulder said, finally speaking up. “Look.” And he picked up a remote control, turning on the TV and pressing play on the VCR. The BAU watched.

Daniel Stuart was leaving the bank. He walked across the lobby, but then suddenly fell back as if he had been punched in the face. He slowly moved to sit up, but was struck to the floor again. And then, to the shock of the team, his arm was jerked up high into the air… and the man was literally hanging from it. The man was screaming as his arm and one of his legs began to twist. Within moments, his entire body was suspended in the air with NOTHING holding him up. Nothing was touching him, but his body was twisting and writhing… joints were popping… bones were breaking… They had never seen anything like it.

“… Impossible.” Morgan breathed.

“The witnesses report similar happenings in every case.” Scully said.

“How is this possible?!” Prentiss gasped.

“You’d be surprised how many so called ‘impossibilities’ are real. ‘There are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy’.” Mulder said.

“… Hamlet.” Reid identified.

“… Yes.” Mulder said.

“What is your explanation?” Reid asked him.

“The killer is telepathic and telekinetic.” Mulder said, calmly. “When Scully and I got here, he tried to read our minds. You can feel it. A pressure, and then flashes of thoughts and memories, like he’s channel surfing in your head. But you can block him out. If you stay, he’ll try to get into your head, too. Hopefully he won’t do more.”

“You think he’s doing this with his mind?” Reid asked, looking at the man with intense interest.

“Yes.” Mulder said, looking Reid in the eye. “This town is full of stories of things moving on their own. A year ago, a little girl ran into the street in front of an 18 wheeler. No less than twenty eight people saw it. The truck slammed into an invisible wall only five feet from her. It was going fifty miles an hour and was totaled.”

“We want you to work a profile and help us find the guy.” Scully said.

“you want us to find a psychic murderer?” Rossi asked. “What department are you from?”

“… They work the X Files.” Reid said.

“… The X Files?” Prentiss asked.

“They investigate the unknown and unexplained.” Reid said. “Things that could be considered unnatural, supernatural or even extraterrestrial.” The team stared.

“… I think we need to talk this over.” Hotch said, frowning, and the BAU stepped out of the room.

“I told you.” Mulder snorted at Scully, and went back to work.

Outside the door, the five stood in a circle. They were all looking at Rossi. The man shrugged.

“What do you think?” Hotch asked the man.

“… They have a video. How can we ignore that? You saw it. That was… That was real.”

“I thought you didn’t believe in psychics.” Prentiss said.

“… I thought so too.” Rossi said, frowning and crossing his arms.

“I think it’s fascinating!” Reid blurted, eyes wide and glowing it delight. “I mean, to think that someone literally has the ability to kill with just a thought?!” Morgan lifted a hand and firmly pressed it over Reid’s mouth.

“I think it’s ridiculous.” Morgan said, shaking his head. “I don’t believe it.”

“… Now, I don’t think that we should just dismiss it.” Prentiss said, frowning. “I mean, this isn’t the local loony that called us in. They ARE FBI Agents.”

“Do you know Agent Mulder’s reputation?” Morgan asked, raising an eyebrow. Reid scowled and shoved the man’s hand away.

“I think that merely the fact that the FBI has Agents to investigate these things should be good enough.” The boy said.

“I think they created that department just to have somewhere to stick Agent Mulder.” Morgan snorted.

“They created a department to put him in. Okay.” Reid said with a shrug. “Instead of getting rid of him. If the FBI thinks the X Files are worth maintaining and investigating, who are we to question that? If you want to go home and do paperwork for the rest of the week, fine. But I’m done, and I’m staying!” And he crossed his arms and stared defiantly at his team.

“… We have seven bodies.” Prentiss said. “And someone killed them. Who are we to say that their deaths aren’t worth investigating just because we don’t believe in what killed them? I agree with Reid. I think we should look into this.”

“Dave?” Hotch asked.

“… Dana Scully was a brilliant student of mine.” Rossi sighed. “And she asked for my help. I told her I would give it.”

“So be it.” Hotch said with a nod. “Morgan. You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to. You have a stack of paperwork waiting back at the BAU if you want…” He smirked. “And since Prentiss will be working here with us, you can do hers, too.”

“What?! Oh, come on, Hotch!” Morgan yelped. Reid and Prentiss grinned. “Alright. Fine. Let’s do this.” Reid and Prentiss turned, raising their fists and gently knocking them together. “Oh, screw you both.”

“Nah.” Prentiss said, patting Reid on the shoulder. “That’s Hotch’s job.” Reid’s eyes widened and he flushed. Hotch, Rossi and Morgan just grinned and chuckled, and they all stepped back into the small room. Scully looked up.

“Show us everything you’ve got.” Hotch said, and Scully smiled as the BAU all pulled up chairs. Reid immediately parked himself next to Mulder, and within minutes the two Agents had their heads together and were in deep discussion. Reid was rapid firing questions and Mulder was giving him long winded answers of his ideas and theories.

Eventually, Reid went off like a living speaking text book, and was holding Mulder’s rapt attention. When Reid finally stopped his random recitation, Mulder made an argument for what he said, and Reid went off on another rushed mini-lecture, gesturing excitedly with his hands. Scully stared at them, then looked at Rossi with a raised eyebrow.

“… Does he always sound like that?”

“Yes.” Morgan, Hotch, Rossi and Prentiss all said in unison with smiles that were a combination of amused tolerance and affectionate patience.

They spent the entire day going over every detail of the case. Scully worked with Hotch, Prentiss, Morgan and Rossi. Reid and Mulder spent the day trapped in their own worlds, not even noticing when the others broke for lunch. Scully and the BAU team found the pair quite amusing. They eventually had to snatch the papers right out of their hands.

“Reid. Time to head back to the motel.” Hotch said. Reid blinked.

“… For lunch?” Reid asked. The group snickered.

“… For bed.” Hotch said. Mulder checked his watch.

“Oh. Wow.” The man said, then stood and stretched. “Guess so.” Reid looked surprised.

“What motel are you at, Agent Mulder?” He asked.

“Same you’re at, Dr. Reid.” Mulder replied. Reid opened his mouth, but Hotch cut him off.

“You two are NOT going to stay up all night working on this.” He said, firmly. “We all need some SLEEP. But right now we need to figure out sleeping arrangements. I was only able to get two rooms…”

“Um, I’m in a room with a queen.” Scully said. “Agent Prentiss can stay with me.”

“Please, call me Emily.” Prentiss said with a smile, which Scully returned with a nod. “And I think I will, thanks. I appreciate it, Agent Scully.”

“Dana.” Scully said, and the pair walked out, talking. The men stared after them for a moment, then followed. Hotch picked up some fast food for Reid on their way to the motel, and they headed to their room. Rossi and Morgan had the room next door. They opened the door.

“… A queen.” Rossi drawled. “… Flip you for it.” And he held up a coin. Morgan groaned. Hotch chuckled and opened the door to the other room.

“… Two fulls.” He said. “What do you think Reid? Wanna push them together?” Reid laughed when Rossi and Morgan gave Hotch a look before shoving past the Unit Chief into the room. Morgan plucked the key out of Hotch’s fingers.

“You suck, Hotch.”

“Goodnight, Aaron.” Rossi snorted, and he slammed the door in Hotch’s face. Reid burst out laughing again. Hotch just grinned and followed Reid into the room with the queen.

Across the street, a pair of unblinking deep midnight blue eyes watched the men disappear into their rooms. The wind tossed strands of dark chocolate brown hair about the pale face. He waited. Eventually, the lights turned off. He waited another hour. And then, he closed his eyes and reached out. First, the woman. He touched her sleeping mind.

Emily Prentiss. From her mind, he picked up that she was from the FBI. Behavioral Analysis Unit… He blinked his eyes open. He wasn’t quite sure what that meant… he would have to look into it… He closed his eyes and concentrated again. He got flashes from her… Bits and pieces of her life. She was a strong woman. She would not be easily manipulated. She was like the other woman. The red head. Scully, or whatever her name was… He would not be able to use her very much…

The UnSub moved his mind and picked up on the elder male. David Rossi. Hm… He had come out of retirement. A retirement that he had spent writing books about his work and touring and lecturing. Hm. Some retirement. And he had a mind like a steel trap. He would be able to feel every poke and prod… every attempt of the UnSub to manipulate him. But at the same time, his skepticism might make him ignore it… The Unsub might be able to use him, he might not…

He tuned his mind into that of the man sleeping in the bed next to Rossi’s. Ah… a dark past with this one. A trauma in his youth. Abuse. Dark emotions that the UnSub would be able to manipulate. This man, this Derek Morgan… he might be of use. He would wait and see how his mental defenses were when he was awake.

The UnSub turned to the next room. Ah. The leader. Unit Chief. SSA Aaron Hotchner. A former prosecutor. And there was much pain in this man, too… His wife had left him. She had taken his son. And he missed them. Well… he missed his son. But wait… Ah. He had a new love in his life. As much as he regrets his divorce, he is happy with this new person. Who was it…? Oh… now THIS was interesting. It was the young man sleeping next to him. His subordinate. The UnSub smiled to himself. He might be able to use this… Emotions were so hard for people to control sometimes. And if it came down to it, he would be able to use those emotions against this man… he would be a formidable opponent.

He turned his attentions to the last. The youngest. And his eyes snapped open. They were glazed and unfocused. This mind…

“Oh…” The soft voice breathed.

This mind was like no mind he had ever touched before. It was as vast and deep as the sea. There were no visible boundaries. So much information! It seemed almost inhuman… It was powerful. So powerful. But… so delicate. This mind had almost no defenses up around it. He would be able to invade easily and take hold. The UnSub shook his head in amazement. The opportunities with this mind were endless… This young man. He could use him. He WOULD use him. Yes. This was his weapon. The ace up his sleeve.

He returned to himself and walked down the street, disappearing into the night.

If these Agents managed to corner him, they would soon find themselves facing a difficult choice. To get to him, they would have to go through Spencer Reid…
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