This is my first attempt at Criminal Minds and Supernatural fanfics. Hopefully you don't hate them too much. This is also the first story I've written in awhile, so the skills are a bit musty.

Chapter One: The BAU

The sun shone through the Venetian blinds. It was 8 A.M. and Supervisory Special Agent Doctor Spencer Reid was already on his second cup of coffee. He had been having trouble sleeping lately, plagued by strange dreams he could not understand. Even now, as he stared out the window at the cityscape, he was trying to twist the threads back into the tapestry that made sense while he was asleep. So far, all he could remember was a dark, soundless space, and the sense that he was not alone.

"Reid, conference room," Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner said as he walked by.

"Good morning to you, too," Reid muttered, before taking a long swig of coffee gloomily. He stopped at the pot for a refill.

Supervisory Special Agent Jennifer Jareau waited until the team was seated before beginning the description of their new assignment. "There are three victims so far in Salt Lake City, Utah. As you can see, each victim appears to have committed suicide," she said, as she gestured towards the photographs hanging behind her. She stressed the word "appears".

SSA Derek Morgan studied the photographs intently from his seat at the conference table. To his left, Reid was stirring sugar into his third cup of morning coffee. Hotch, David Rossi, and Emily Prentiss were also listening intently.

Morgan frowned at Reid. It was evident on the young man's face that he was severely lacking in the sleep department this morning. He had seen Reid practically chug his first mug of coffee as soon as he'd wandered into the office. Morgan was worried about his friend; he decided to keep a silent watch on him for the rest of the day, and to try to drag whatever was bothering Reid out of him by the day's end.

Reid caught Morgan staring at him, and arched his eyebrow. His mouth was set in a pout; the overall impression was a challenge to ask what was up so that he could shoot Morgan down. For some reason, Reid decided he would feel better if he got to tell someone off that morning, and that it might as well be Morgan because the worst reaction he would actually give was an eye roll.

Morgan gave his head a slight shake, then turned his attention back to JJ and the case brief.

JJ indicated the first photo on the right. "Lisa Romano, thirty-two, found hanging in the bathroom by her husband when he arrived home from work." She tapped the second photograph. "Albert Ralph, twenty-seven, found in the bathtub by his four-year-old son, his wrists slashed." JJ then pointed at the third photograph. "Stephanie Morrow, twenty-four, found by her roommate, and supposedly dead of a drug overdose."

"And what makes them not suicides?" asked Reid, stirring his coffee. It was almost empty; he hoped the briefing would be over soon so he could get another one. Coffee was his friend. The eyelids that kept threatening to sink shut were not.

"Exactly. These all seem pretty obvious to me," Prentiss added.

"Well, besides the fact that none of these victims had any indication of depression or suicidal behaviour prior to being found dead, there's this," JJ explained as she spread some autopsy pictures on the table. "Each victim's eyes are missing."

"Trophies," Reid replied, wrinkling his nose slightly at the empty eye sockets in the photos. He still hated seeing crime scene photos.

"That's what local PD thinks."

"What's the time frame on these deaths, JJ?" Hotch asked.

"All three died in the last two weeks. The first, Romano, died on Friday the Thirteenth. Ralph died three days later, and Morrow, three days after that."

"If this is a serial killer, then the unsub will strike again tomorrow," Rossi said, a hint of frustration in his voice. He knew it was unlikely the Behavioural Analysis Unit could catch the killer in time.

"When do we leave?" Morgan asked.

"Immediately," Hotch said. "There's no time to waste."

"Great," Reid said, getting up. "I'll just grab some coffee for the trip!"

Hotch exchanged a look with Morgan, as the young agent practically skipped out of the room.

"Is he alright?" Rossi wondered.

"Clearly, he's exhausted," Prentiss replied.

"We could tell him to stay behind with Garcia," Rossi suggested, looking at Hotch.

The other man shook his head. "No, we're going to need him on this. Let's just all try to let him sleep on the flight out to Salt Lake City."

Reid poured the coffee with shaking hands. As he was pouring, he noticed a young woman's face reflected in the coffee pot. He looked over his shoulder quickly, but no one was there. He scowled at the pot. "Not funny," he said, when the reflection did not reappear.

"Reid?" Morgan asked. "You coming?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah, I was just…" He motioned with the coffee pot.

Morgan nodded. "That stuff'll stunt your growth, kid,"

Reid frowned at first, but then realized that Morgan was teasing him again. "Width-wise, I suppose. I'm already awkwardly tall." He put the coffee pot down, and followed Morgan, with a quick stop in his office to grab his bag.

"Any thought on this case so far?"

"Unsub's going out of his way to cover up what he's really up to," Reid shrugged. "It's too early to say much else."

Morgan nodded. "How about you leave that coffee here, so you can try to sleep on the plane?"

"It's much too late for that, Padawan," Reid stopped in his tracks. "I don't know why I just called you that."

"'Cause you're a geek," Morgan supplied.

"Oh, right. I forgot."

Morgan smacked Reid playfully in the shoulder.