Disclaimer: I only make this stuff up. I do not own Once Upon a Time or Criminal Minds.

Prologue

Fireworks painted the autumn night sky. Residents and very few tourists alike gave in to the festivity, filling the town square with giggles and chatter. A young boy with a digital camera was bouncing along food stalls and cotton candy stands taking his time in capturing the celebration unfolding around him. His mom and dad, as well as two of there friends, were trailing not far behind.

"Not so fast kiddo. You're gonna trip," his mom reminded.

"I'm being careful, mom. There are just so many colourful costumes! This is way better than last year," the kid beamed, looking back at his parents.

"Yeah, I think it's with the visitors this time. Many of the faces I'm not familiar with," the kid's father agreed enthusiastically. It was a small town where most people know each other and having an unfamiliar face would certainly draw attention. The group continued to make their way through the crowd and the townspeople welcomed them with high spirits.

In the not-so-distant woods that had view of the square, a man observed. Glancing up the clock tower, he retreated into the darkness. He had a mission. The stars twinkled above as if they agreed.

Chapter 1

The Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI serves as second home to some of law enforcement's serious, driven, and gifted minds. Still, even the same people are not immune to the dread Monday morning poses.

Supervisory Special Agent Derek Morgan strides in the office, exchanging hi's and hello's along the way to his desk. "Morning Alex," he nods towards Alex Blake's direction—their team's linguistics expert. "Good morning. Had a great weekend, huh?" Alex narrows her eyes toward him teasingly. Morgan smiles while raising both hands in surrender, his cup of coffee in one.

"Well doesn't he always have," technical analyst Penelope Garcia mutters as she struts past her colleagues on her way to the big man's office. Her usual colourful wardrobe is on but it does not seem to compliment her overcast mood. She makes her way to the top of the stairs towards the offices with Blake and Morgan behind.

"Someone's a little cranky on a Monday morning," Blake regards her matter-of-factly. "Lacked some lovin' over the weekend, baby girl?" Morgan teases. "Urgh," Garcia mutters as she continues towards her techno den. "Nicholas Sparks is just the man to both love and hate, you know? He makes you fall, then later on breaks your heart." She continues dramatically. She pushes her way to her computer haven whilst her colleagues continue past her toward the BAU conference room. "See you in a bit, lovelies."

When Blake and Morgan entered, SSAs David Rossi, Jennifer "JJ" Jareau, and Dr. Spencer Reid were already seated round the conference table. They were all engaged in their regular chatter when SSA Aaron "Hotch" Hotchner entered the room, Garcia at his heels with her office tablet. She proceeds to the screen in front of the room.

"Garcia," Hotch nods as he takes his seat.

"Last week Thursday, in Storybrooke, Maine-" she clicked on the remote and photos from case files fire up the screen.

"Storybrooke?"JJ interrupted eyebrows raised, as if Garcia was a talking alien species standing 's eyebrows creased.

"Oh sweetie, this is one bizarre mystery I myself would like to explore. But we'll get to that later," Garcia said, continuing to operate the remote buttons so more photos fill up the screen. "So, as I was saying, two weeks ago a woman was found dead in a dirt road not far in through Storybrooke's forest line. She was found by some workers taking a shortcut towards the mines." Garcia pointed one crime scene photo as reference.

Most of the team examined the photos in their own tabs, but Reid leaned towards the main screen to get a good look. It was all confusing at first glance. It took them a moment to absorb the details in the photos.

"Is that a glass coffin?" Morgan asked incredulously.

"In the middle of the forest at you take most of the elements in this crime scene, it has a strong semblance to a part in the fairy tale Snow White where the Evil Queen finally gets the female protagonist to eat a cursed apple," Reid explained.

"Except that Snow White wasn't stripped naked when she was placed there by the dwarves," Rossi says matter-of-factly.

"It's a good thing that you should mention that geniuses because this isn't the only bizarre crime scene that is to come your way," she pressed more buttons and photos pile up over the previous ones. "Here is Chapter 2 of this bizarre case weirdness."

"Whoa, that's just.." Morgan trails off, unsure of what better word to describe what he is seeing.

"Weird? Outrageous?Absolutely crazy? You name it, this is a freaky freakyshow," Garcia herself is unsure of what emotion to feel. "All these women were found one week apart each on a Thursday—the first one being Snow White here," Garcia flinched in mention of the fairy tale character.

"And they were found all over town, mostly in the forest lining areas," Blake states as she browses the photos again and again.

Hotch speaks up, taking the lead in the case details. "Today is Monday and if the pattern continues, the town may end up with another victim in a three days' time. Our main job is to catch the UnSub before he attacks again."

"But these files are lacking most things. Where are the identification and victimology reports? Crime scene analysis and autopsy details? For all we know the bodies are just dumped on Thursdays but the UnSub has already killed on Mondays—same time right now," Reid said. He is unsure of what is going on, which he rarely is.

"That, is Chapter 3 of this weirdo trip, folks," Garcia said apologetically. "But I will let sir get to that," she said looking at Hotch.

"Right now, all we have are photos of the victims and the crime scene. I'm laying out to you right now that this is one—if not the only—of the bizarre cases that we ever had. The town itself is a mystery, with very little known about it. Their sheriff department is a two-man unit, and Storybrooke doesn't even have a crime lab. Right now, the only way we could bring out information is bring our resources to them to assist. That is aside from the profile we will give them," Hotch said, showing early signs that this case was giving him so much exasperation.

"Four victims consistently in weeks and they're calling us only now?" Rossi was curious.

"Well a town like this isn't used to violence, I presume," JJ filled in.

"That much is true. From the very little I've gathered online—and I mean very little—the town's only disturbances are disagreements between some townspeople which are always resolved," Garcia laid out this fact as if it was creepy.

"Talk about being off the grid. It's as if this town just decided to appear and filled a blank space in the map," Morgan was distracted.

"We'll meet with the experts from the Crime Scene Unit in a while. We'll discuss other details with them on the jet," Hotch said.

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