Horrible Numb3rs/Criminal Minds Crossover
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Category:
1 through F › Criminal Minds
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,204
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Criminal Minds or Numb3rs. No money was made from this writing.
Horrible Numb3rs/Criminal Minds Crossover
It was snowing…or raining that day. Eidetic memory or not, Reid couldn’t really remember what it had been doing outside. Probably because he didn’t really care. Garcia said it had been hailing and she probably knew from some weather database.
So, it had been raining on the day that the Unsub had brutally murdered two men – an ex FBI agent and his “roommate.” The mention of a grown man and a successful one at that, having a “roommate” - a living arrangement that had begun in college – sent several of the BAU members into uncomfortable glances or immature smirks.
“Big deal,” Morgan had said. “We interested in finding the bad guy, not discovering how the victims lived.”
They had all agreed.
Even when the Unsub turned out to be a woman. A woman named Sarah Conner that had escaped from a maximum security mental institution after blowing up several military and technologies buildings while screaming about a post-apocalyptic world where men were being hunted by machines.
Even when the Unsub had supposively died years ago.
Even when Reid found himself standing outside Charlie Eppes’ house at 2 am ready to bang his head against the nearest wall in complete and utter frustration…a case stalled.
Charlie Eppes didn’t look like he had been sleeping (good), but answered the door giggling and with a bottle of red wine in his hand (bad).
Spencer Reid swallowed hard in preparation for a really long night. “I need your help. Are you sober?”
Several minutes later Reid had been invited in, was already well on his way through his own glass of wine and was feeling much better about the whole Sarah Conner thing. He was, however, feeling a bit guilty upon finding out that he had been interrupting SOMETHING.
“You got married?!” Reid almost had wine come out his nose. “How – I mean, should I go?”
“No!” Charlie beamed. “And a week ago. And you were invited…it just wasn’t good timing. You were on that case. Told me that you’d get back to me. Ringing a bell?”
“Not really.”
“Have some more wine.”
Several bottles later, they agreed that there could be an apocalypse resulting in machines killing survivors of a nuclear blast. Less clear on how they managed to break two wine glasses and a calculator.
Several more bottles later and they had also decided that they would both vote for Yoda if he ran fir President of the United States (providing, of course, that before the election he would somehow have been born in the United States and also providing that he became less fictional).
Reid woke up in the morning on Charlie’s floor. So did Charlie. But only Reid had a phone vibrating under his head.
“Doctried.”
“Okay. You awake pretty boy?”
“I don’t mean to be rude, but do I sound awake to you?”
“No.” Morgan paused, “with the Connor case stalled, we’re going to work on a new case. Conner hasn’t been seen. We have a new whack-job. Unsub killed three teenagers out near a campsite call Chrystal Lake. Pretty horrific stuff.”
“Horrific?”
“Yeah, Unsub took then out one-by-one. Preliminary forensics suggests that the Unsub used a sharp knife or a machete.”
“Ow.”
“Yeah. We’re working to see if we can borrow that mathematician friend of yours for this one.”
Charlie was up by this time and fumbling around, trying to pick broken glass out of the carpeting while very visibly hung-over. He must have decided that more wine would postpone the agony as he found a half full glass of wine and drained it.
Spencer Reid watched all this with an amused expression. “You know I can talk to him.”
So, it had been raining on the day that the Unsub had brutally murdered two men – an ex FBI agent and his “roommate.” The mention of a grown man and a successful one at that, having a “roommate” - a living arrangement that had begun in college – sent several of the BAU members into uncomfortable glances or immature smirks.
“Big deal,” Morgan had said. “We interested in finding the bad guy, not discovering how the victims lived.”
They had all agreed.
Even when the Unsub turned out to be a woman. A woman named Sarah Conner that had escaped from a maximum security mental institution after blowing up several military and technologies buildings while screaming about a post-apocalyptic world where men were being hunted by machines.
Even when the Unsub had supposively died years ago.
Even when Reid found himself standing outside Charlie Eppes’ house at 2 am ready to bang his head against the nearest wall in complete and utter frustration…a case stalled.
Charlie Eppes didn’t look like he had been sleeping (good), but answered the door giggling and with a bottle of red wine in his hand (bad).
Spencer Reid swallowed hard in preparation for a really long night. “I need your help. Are you sober?”
Several minutes later Reid had been invited in, was already well on his way through his own glass of wine and was feeling much better about the whole Sarah Conner thing. He was, however, feeling a bit guilty upon finding out that he had been interrupting SOMETHING.
“You got married?!” Reid almost had wine come out his nose. “How – I mean, should I go?”
“No!” Charlie beamed. “And a week ago. And you were invited…it just wasn’t good timing. You were on that case. Told me that you’d get back to me. Ringing a bell?”
“Not really.”
“Have some more wine.”
Several bottles later, they agreed that there could be an apocalypse resulting in machines killing survivors of a nuclear blast. Less clear on how they managed to break two wine glasses and a calculator.
Several more bottles later and they had also decided that they would both vote for Yoda if he ran fir President of the United States (providing, of course, that before the election he would somehow have been born in the United States and also providing that he became less fictional).
Reid woke up in the morning on Charlie’s floor. So did Charlie. But only Reid had a phone vibrating under his head.
“Doctried.”
“Okay. You awake pretty boy?”
“I don’t mean to be rude, but do I sound awake to you?”
“No.” Morgan paused, “with the Connor case stalled, we’re going to work on a new case. Conner hasn’t been seen. We have a new whack-job. Unsub killed three teenagers out near a campsite call Chrystal Lake. Pretty horrific stuff.”
“Horrific?”
“Yeah, Unsub took then out one-by-one. Preliminary forensics suggests that the Unsub used a sharp knife or a machete.”
“Ow.”
“Yeah. We’re working to see if we can borrow that mathematician friend of yours for this one.”
Charlie was up by this time and fumbling around, trying to pick broken glass out of the carpeting while very visibly hung-over. He must have decided that more wine would postpone the agony as he found a half full glass of wine and drained it.
Spencer Reid watched all this with an amused expression. “You know I can talk to him.”