A/N: My Spanish Sparkplug has created a monster. She challenged me to do a case story with my OMC Matt involved. She and all the rest of you got Waterloo. But I liked the fun of getting challenged so much, I've gone back to that idea again; this time all on my own. And since today is my Sparkplug's birthday, I thought it would be a good day to start posting this.

Once again, this is a fully written story. You will get a chapter a day. The dark side of the FF force will not best me!

You all know the rest, but to keep the Sith Lords (aka FF mods) happy, I have to do it. All rights to the Criminal Minds characters belong to Mark Gordon Productions, CBS and ABC Studios.

*Knightly bow*

Chapter 1

Mat Taylor entered the glass doors with the BAU logo etched on them and headed for the coffee pots at his usual time on Monday morning. He had dropped off the three kids, now all in elementary school and was in by 8:20. Hotch, doing the same for Jack, hadn't been much ahead of him as Matt noticed the light on in Hotch's office. The rest usually appeared around nine. His coffee cup, with the Marine logo on it was waiting as usual, after washing it out on Friday and leaving it in its spot. As he poured his first cup of decaf, he shook his head a bit. Our turn for the week in hell he thought.

Section Chief Mateo Cruz had sent out a section wide email that he wanted to see each of the units in his command working in action to "better understand them" he said, with the offering to the Unit Chiefs to pass it down to their other agents. Matt and Rossi had shared an eye-roll over the missive getting coffee together over three months ago. Cruz and JJ's run-in with a ghost from their past had waylaid that plan a bit. Yet, when Hotch's email last Friday said that this week would be the BAU's top team's turn, Matt and Dave, in their respective offices had groaned. Loudly.

Matt was sitting in his office, taking a break after following up on his emails that had amassed over the weekend. He looked at the stack of consults on his desk that would next get his attention and leaned away from his desk in his high backed black leather chair, taking a sip of coffee. If you can call if that Matt mused; with his stomach issues, long ago earned in an Iraqi desert, it was a 50/50 blend of decaf and skim milk he kept stocked in the BAU fridge. No one in the Unit dared to pilfer from carton as could be the case with a shared refrigerator.

His phone rang and he leaned up to look at it. The phone system that cradled the receiver gave him the information he needed. It was Garcia, yet he answered with his usual for all inter-office phone calls. "Taylor," he simply said.

"Cob, my super-duper assistant liege, I need you in my lair now."

Matt deeply respected Penelope Garcia to the end of the earth but couldn't resist the opening to play with her. "Garcia, I'm not Morgan and if you remember, I'm a happily married man."

"I know that sir; but there's something you've got to see pronto," she hurriedly said.

Matt knew her voice. "Do I have time to fill my coffee cup," he asked.

"If you do it record time sir."

Shit Matt thought and flew out of his chair and his office door. He didn't bother grabbing his suit coat, hanging over the chair and sped out in his usual rolled up dress shirt sleeves and his shoulder holster carrying his weapon. Aaron and Dave, working on a consult together in Hotch's office noticed Matt go down the steps by Reid's desk. "That doesn't look good," Dave said.

"No it doesn't," Hotch said.

Morgan was in the bullpen with Reid and the ladies, catching up with them, taking a sip of his coffee as he sat on the corner of Emily's desk. "Hey Cob, how was your weekend," he asked.

Matt kept on his mission, ignoring Morgan to get a re-fill of decaf and quickly pulled his milk container to fill his cup. He hastily shoved it back in the fridge and made a hurried walk to the doors of the BAU. Cruz was just entering. "Good morning Agent Taylor," he said.

"Sir," Matt nodded as he speed out the door.

Reid looked at the rest. "This is not good."

Matt got to the door of Garcia's lair and quickly swiped his FBI ID through the security system. He, Hotch and Dave had immediate access, unlike all the others that had to enter their security code.

He walked in to see Kevin Lynch standing next to Garcia in her chair. "Kevin, what are you doing here?"

"Sir, with the change of command with the new Section Chief, I got my duties split. Since I know so much of what all of you do as well as Penelope, Cruz pulled me in to monitor some things including the HSKD."

Matt took a sip of his coffee and shook his head a bit. "The edicts from on high," he sighed.

Penelope looked at him. "Why back to the suit pants Cob?"

Matt smiled. "Yup; but I stood my ground on that item in the field; Cruz agreed," Matt smiled. While Cruz, like Strauss, expected a professional office, he let Garcia go with her attire and gave the team all the latitude they needed to be in the field. The team could live with that.

"And Rossi," Garcia asked. David Rossi still wore a pair of his Italian made jeans to work every day.

Matt smiled. "Garcia, have you known a Section Chief that has the cajones to argue with David Rossi?" She smiled. "Back to the top please; both of you," he said, taking another drink of this coffee.

"Sir, Kevin hit on something and I think we may a case."

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An hour later, the team was in the Round Table room, with Cruz there as well. Garcia buzzed into the room, with Kevin in tow. Hotch and Matt were the last to arrive 30 seconds later and quickly sat down.

Garcia looked at Cruz. "Sir, I'm sorry I don't have a Tablet for you."

"I've got my own Bureau issue one; I apologize not letting you know to get it connected." Garcia smiled.

"He can share mine for now," Hotch said.

"Garcia," Matt said, getting her back on point.

"Right Sir Cob; there's been a series of accidents on interstates in Kansas, Texas and the latest just outside Oklahoma City. Each accident involved a semi-trucker losing control of his rig and suffering a fatal crash."

"This involves us how," Blake intoned. Morgan nodded his head.

Garcia clicked up the first picture of a horrible semi tractor-trailer accident. "The first was on I-70 five weeks ago, just outside Abilene, Kansas. Road conditions were clear as a bell, with pristine weather conditions although at dusk. Yet the trucker was headed eastbound; out of the sun." She clicked up another picture.

"This is the second; just outside Amarillo, Texas two weeks ago. As you all can see by the pictures, the tire marks on the highway show a significant amount of the truck making violent sways between the lanes at a high speed. And interstate cameras caught the footage of the crash." Garcia played it on the large LCD panel in the room. The crash was violent with the semi slamming into the side of the abutment of a bridge going over the freeway. Everyone shook their head at the footage. "It happened just before dawn, with the truck eastbound; into the rising sun."

Reid shook his head. "I still don't see the connection."

Matt explained Kevin's connection to the case. "Go Kevin," he said.

"Yes sir," he nodded at Matt. "I didn't catch it either until a Field Agent working out of the Topeka office caught the similarities of something between the first two cases and flagged it."

"Why would a Topeka Field Agent be investigating truck accidents," Emily asked.

"It's an interstate highway; while state law enforcement, no matter the level patrols them, it still falls under federal jurisdiction," Matt said. "NTSB and the Bureau are automatically called in."

"And then this happened early last Friday morning, on I-40 just outside of Oklahoma City," Garcia said, clicking her remote and looking away. "Freeway cameras caught it as well." The team all knew it wasn't going to be good.

The wreckage and carnage was devastating. "Along with the semi driver, a family of five was killed in the minivan involved in the crash."

"Kevin, what made you note these incidents," Rossi asked.

"Sir, the original Field Agent's follow-up reports about the toxicology reports on the driver's in the first two accidents. And when the preliminary autopsy results of the third driver hit this morning, I knew I had to say something." He looked at Matt, who nodded at him to continue. "They all three had the same thing in their tox results."

"Which was," JJ asked.

Kevin looked at Matt. Taylor looked around the table. "The regional Bureau lab at the Dallas Field office has confirmed the finding from the first two accidents; Compound 1080."

Morgan flipped the pen he was holding in the air, leaning back in his chair, shaking his head at Prentiss and Blake. Rossi closed his Tablet and started to gather his files.

Hotch looked at Taylor. "The jet?"

"Chuck and Angie are waiting on us; so in Agent Anderson in our Go Room."

"Chief Cruz," Hotch asked Matt.

"On the manifest; Anderson has him covered as well."

Cruz looked at Hotch and Taylor. "I'm prepared to go."

Hotch looked around the room as Dave was already walking out. "Wheels up in thirty; we've got to get on top of this; we'll finish this discussion on the jet." He nodded at Garcia and Kevin.

"We'll be here sir and ready," Garcia said. "Stay safe my loves," she added as the rest quickly exited the room.

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A/N: NTSB in the US is the National Transportation Safety Board. I'm sure many of you have heard of them investigating airplane crashes. They do these type of crashes as well.

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