Hi guys! I started working on this immediately after finishing my most recent MacGyver story. So, since it was most requested, here is a Criminal Minds/MacGyver Crossover! I am so sad that Criminal Minds ended after 15 years, but I think it would be so fun to see them team up with the Phoenix. Jack and Derek Morgan are both in this story because they are great characters. I think it would be really fun to see Jack and Derek together, Riley and Penelope, Matty and Hotch, and above all, Spencer and Mac! This is going to be a multi-chapter fic, so prepare for that. There will be headings in the beginning of this in order to tell you if it is the Phoenix or BAU POV, so pay attention to that. I do not own MacGyver, Criminal Minds, Star Wars, which I briefly mention, or a quote that I use from Edgar Allan Poe's "The Masque of Red Death". But, without further ado, here it is!

BAU

"Alright I know it's early, but let's get started," Hotch said stepping into the conference room. It was 5:00 in the morning, but everyone was already there. All of the agents looked tired and worn out from their early awakening, well everyone except Reid who was buzzing with the caffeine from his sugar coffee. Not only that, but he was younger than the rest of them and therefore had the stamina to be up this early in the morning.

"Actually, the pioneers would have been up over an hour ago in order to work the fields. Compared to them, we slept in," Reid said matter-of-factly. "Reid!" the rest of the agents groaned. He didn't even have the good sense to look embarrassed at their protests.

"Okay, friends, we got a baddy on the lose so it might be a good idea for us to get this going," Penelope said from the front of the room. Everyone quieted down after this and Garcia started. "Alright, our victim is a man named Robert Jarar, age 25. He was found dead with a bullet to the head a few hours ago on the outskirts of Los Angeles. You know, the real sketchy parts. Anyway, that's what I got."

"Did Mr. Jarar have any enemies? Anyone he owed money or anyone that would even have a motive to want him dead?" Morgan asked.

"No, according to this, he had a pretty uneventful life. Worked at his family's store since he got out of high school, had one girlfriend in his whole life, graduated average in his class...wait," she exclaimed suddenly, "I just found some medical records from a hospital about a year ago. It says that he had extreme brain trauma and was in a coma for weeks after a late-night car accident. The girlfriend was killed in the accident. He was tested for alcohol and drug use, but nothing was ever found to have caused the accident." Garcia's fingers were flying across her tablet as she found report after report on the accident.

"If he was never convicted of anything, why would someone want him dead?" J.J asked.

"It could be completely unrelated to his murder, though. There's really no proof that the two events have any connection," Emily said after a moment.

Reid stared at the case pictures displayed on the front board. "Look at the way the bullet hole is placed. It's right between the eyes, enough to kill but not to bleed that much. The person who shot that must have had pretty good aim and a high-tech gun."

"What makes you think the person had a high-tech gun, Reid?" Hotch asked him. "If he had been shot from close, the bullet would have had enough momentum to cause a lot more damage. Therefore, there would have been a lot more blood coming from the wound. He was obviously shot form far away, and unless he has some sort of supernatural aim, the unsub would have needed a pretty good gun to land the mark that perfectly," Reid answered.

"So, we're talking someone who has done this before and feels comfortable enough to go for a head shot. Someone who's a good a shot and also has the kind of connections to get their hands on a decent gun," Emily observed, "Was there anything else at the crime scene? Anything that seems strange or particularly different for this one?"

"Only one thing: the victim's phone was gone through after the murder and it was discovered that he received a text message from an anonymous number about an hour before his estimated time of death. It read "There are chords in the heart of the most reckless which cannot be touched without emotion," Penelope recited off of her tablet.

"That's a quote from "The Masque of Red Death" by Edgar Allan Poe," Reid explained.

"It could be the unsub's signature. Texting book or poem quotes to the victim before they kill them. We've seen stuff like it before," Rossi reasoned.

"It could be, or it could be a way for the unsub to taunt their victims before they kill them. A sort of game of cat and mouse," Reid added, "The quote itself is saying that some problems cannot be dealt with even in the most unemotional people without displaying some sort of emotional reaction. The unsub could be saying that something that effected the victim emotionally can not have him acting impassive towards it."

Everyone stared at Reid until they realized that they were doing it. After a moment, Hotch spoke, "Alright it seems like enough to investigate. Wheels up to LA in twenty."

Phoenix

"Come on man, you can't seriously be tellin' me that Luke's better than Han!" Jack exclaimed in astonishment, "I mean, I've never felt such betrayal."

"First of all, just because Han's a good shot doesn't make him superior to the other characters. Second of all, Luke has such a higher mentality and understanding of physics and the laws of force than Han could even begin to fathom," Mac countered.

"What do you mean?! Physics has nothing to do with Star Wars, you nerd. Only you could find the science in classic entertainment. Han is so much better because he can shoot and he's obligated to protect some skinny blond kid," Jack justified.

"Oh, I get it. This is an egotistical thing for you. You think that you have some sort of connection to Han," Mac said as they walked into the War Room and shut the door behind themselves.

"Hey, it ain't easy taking care of stubborn, too-wise-for-their-own-good kids. I can relate with Han. And there you have it kids, why Han Solo is way better than Luke Skywalker."

"Luke," Mac rasped covering the word up with a cough. Jack cupped his hand behind his ear and leaned towards the other man, "What was that slick? Can you repeat that statement?"

Mac opened his mouth to reply before Matty cut in, "Can we get started or do I need to reschedule so you two can argue over a movie." She raised her eyebrows threateningly, daring them to talk back. Matty may have been a lot shorter than the rest of them, but man did they look the other way when she got in a mood.

"Go ahead Matty," Mac told her sheepishly. Suck up Jack mouthed at him. Matty had her back turned towards the screen, but she commented, "Just for that Jack, I got to side with Mac on this one. All Han could do was shoot a gun." Mac smiled triumphantly at Jack to which the older man promptly and very maturely stuck his tongue out. He put on an air of offense at Matty's "all he could do was shoot a gun" comment but didn't get time to express his displeasure before Matty started telling them about the new mission assignment.

"Since we can finally start, I'd like to start out with saying that this is not something that we would usually deal with. A man named Robert Jarar was found dead on the outskirts of LA," Matty started out.

"Dead bodies? Isn't that like FBI stuff?" Bozer cut in

"Yes, it is Bozer, and if you would have let me finish, you would have known why we're taking care of this," Matty said irritably. Jack gave him a you're in trouble look but he stopped immediately after one glare from Matty. "Anyway, Mr. Jarar was 25 and boring, to put it bluntly, except for a car accident last year. Riley why don't you fill everyone in on the accident last year." After some typing, Riley told the rest of the group about Robert's medical reports and the car accident.

"I still don't get what were doin' invetigatin' bodies. Is there a bomb about to go off or some bio-weapon needin' recovery that I missed?" Jack asked, confused.

"Usually, your right Jack, we would let the local feds handle this, but there is a reason I called you all in. Riley went through Mr. Jarar's phone and found that he received a text message shortly before he was killed. It was a quote from Edgar Allan Poe's "The Masque of Red Death" and was sent from an anonymous number," Matty answered.

"Is the phone traceable?" Bozer asked. Riley quickly typed something into her keyboard and then answered, "I'm working on it right now, but so far I've got nothing. The sending number is heavily encrypted. It's almost as if the killer knew someone like me would try to trace the number."

"Wait, the person who did this is quoting poetry and sending it in text form before killing the person. And like Riley said, it's almost like the killer knew she would try to break the encryption, but what if they did?" Mac figured out.

Matty knew that he had figured it out, too, because she said, "Exactly. That's why I've called you all here. The poetry combined with the skill and finesse of the kill is leading me to believe that this is the work of Murdoc."

"So, this is less of trying to figure out who did it and more of followin' Murdoc's trail," Jack concluded.

"Right, that's why I want you guys to head out there and see if you find anything unusual. Riley keep trying to break through that encryption, Bozer your going on this one, Jack take some extra ammo, and Mac…just be MacGyver," Matty finished, a small smile on her face.

"What if this is a trap? I mean Murdoc's probably already three steps ahead of us if not more. You know how much he likes toying with us, especially Mac," Bozer asked anxiously.

"That's exactly why I need you guys to go. This may be the best chance we have to catch Murdoc, or at least get back on his trail. He's more likely to be in the area if you all go, especially Mac. And before you even say anything Jack, I am not offering Mac up as bait. I am merely saying that it is more likely for Murdoc to be in the vicinity if Mac and the rest of you are all at the scene. Now go," Matty ordered the agents. Jack looked half awestruck at the fact that Matty had known exactly what he was thinking, although this was Matty they were talking about.

The group headed out the War Room doors and towards the parking garage where a Phoenix vehicle was waiting to take them to the scene of the murder.

BAU

The group of agents walked towards the alley that was roped off by yellow crime scene tape. The place was swarming with local investigators and almost completely surrounded by cop cars. This made the BAU's black armored vehicle seem very out of place in all of the cacophony.

As they approached, a young officer ducked out form under the tape. He jogged over to the group and shook hands with everyone. "Hi, I'm Detective Martinez. I'm assuming you're from the BAU by the looks of your car?"

"Yes, we're from the BAU. What do you have for us so far?" Hotch asked immediately taking charge.

"I'm guessing that whatever you already know is about as much as we know. We haven't really found any new information since we released the case files out to you before. We've left the body where it was found, but I'll warn you that it isn't pretty. It's been laying here for over a day in the California heat," the officer told them.

"Yeah, its pretty hot over here," Emily commented. Detective Martinez gave her a strange look and then said, "You haven't felt anything yet. It's only nine in the morning. Wait until two or three and you're going to be wishing you had stayed on the East Coast."

The agents started shedding their sweaters and jackets and followed Detective Martinez under the crime scene tape. Hotch and Rossi knelt by the body and began looking It over while the others checked around the area.

"It looks like you were right Reid," Rossi commented after inspecting the bullet wound, "The unsub had to have had a pretty nice gun to make this kind of clean shot."

"The unsub made the shot from up there." Morgan said pointing at a rooftop slightly diagonal from the body's resting place. He traced his finger through the air, mimicking a bullet, and walked along to copy its path. "Yeah that seems about right. The unsub had the right angle and view from up there to do it."

J.J turned and looked at the young detective. "Were there any fingerprints or boot prints? Anything to give any clue as to where the unsub went?" The detective looked at her. "Excuse me, unsub?" he asked, confused. "It stands for unknown subject," Reid explained gazing away distractedly. The detective just nodded and turned back to J.J in order to answer her question.

"No. Nothing was found. No hair, fingerprints, boot tracks, nothing. I mean, not even a fingernail. The killer even picked the bloody bullet up off of the ground and cleaned it off."

"Wait, he cleaned the bullet off, but left it in the alley? He didn't take it with him?" Emily asked in surprise. Detective Martinez just shook his head. "Yep, he left it here, perfectly placed beside the victim's head."

"Doesn't it all seem a bit too perfect?" Reid asked, "I know this guy is experienced, but doesn't this seem a little obsessive? It seems like the unsub is still taunting, only us instead of the victim this time. Even killers with experience make some sort of slip up, but this guy almost seems fake." The other agents all nodded in agreement.

"It could be another part of the unsub's signature," Rossi suggested, "Almost psyching us out by being too good at what he does. Making us think that he will be harder to catch than he really will be, perhaps? It wouldn't be the first time we've seen something like that."

"Yes, but Reid's right. It doesn't fell like this is part of the unsub's signature, it's just his nature," Hotch said at the same time Morgan muttered, "When isn't Reid right." Hotch ignored him and continued, "It almost feels as if the unsub was not only targeting the person they killed, but also the investigators."

"So, you're saying that the unsub was psychologically targeting us?" Emily inquired. Hotch shook his head. "I don't think he was targeting us, as in the BAU, though. I think he was after someone else or another group of law enforcement." They all contemplated this for a few moments before Rossi spoke up, "Who else would the unsub be targeting?" Hotch shook his head in resignation, "I don't know."

All of the sudden, a black car pulled up next to the BAU armored car. All heads turned towards it and Detective Martinez started to head out in order to tell the civilians that this was restricted territory but stopped when one of his colleagues ran out to meet them. The doors opened and a man with short, greying brown hair, muscles, and sunglasses stepped out of the driver's side. A pretty girl with light brown skin and curly black hair got out of the back holding what looked like both an expensive computer and a homemade one combined. From the other back door stepped a man that was younger than the first, but about the same age as the girl. He had much darker skin and short, curly black hair. Finally, the passenger door opened to reveal a handsome young boy. He looked like the youngest one of the group and had the strongest California vibe out of all of them. He was thin, but not in a sickly way, and he had immaculate, bright blond hair.

The group was met by the other officer halfway to the alley and the group talked. The BAU agents exchanged looks. "Who are they?" J.J asked what they were all wondering. They all looked helplessly at one and other until the group of newcomers reached the alley entrance.

Detective Martinez's colleague, Detective Reynolds, introduced the new group to the agents. "BAU agents, these are agents from the Phoenix."

Okay, there's chapter 1. Things are about to get fun in the next chapter! I hope you like it since it was most requested. I probably won't be able to update until the weekend because of a lot of stuff I have going on, but I promise I will try and get this updated as quickly as I can. Thanks and see you in the next chapter!