A/N: I love vampire diaries and criminal minds so I decided to put them

Disclaimer: I don't own Vampire Diaries nor Criminal Minds (I wish I did)

Part 1

Spencer woke up with a headache. He winced a bit when he opened his eyes. Why do I have a headache? He barely gets headaches; the last time he had one, he was human. Which was about a thousand or so years ago.

He heard noises coming from the living room, he got up quickly to see what or who it was. He walked out, still in his pajamas. "You must agree with me Klaus," he heard Elijah say.

"Agree to what?" Spencer asked, leaning against the wall.

"About your job." Klaus sat down on the couch. "You could just compel the bank to make you rich."

Spencer shook his head. "No, that's for you and Elijah."

"Some people like fast money."

"I will keep it honest," Elijah said, "I don't compel bankers for money. However, we agree that your job is too dangerous."

"Too dangerous?" He laughed. "I'm a damn vampire."

"Don't mind them, "Rebekah come out of the kitchen. "You love the job, and you're good at the job." She took a sip of her coffee, turning to her other brothers, she said, "He'll be fine. He's a vampire. What is a serial killer going to do to him?"

We are just concerned," Elijah said.

"And I'm almost late." Spencer turned around, heading back to the bedroom to get ready.

Spencer knew he was running twenty minutes late, if he took the car he would've been forty minutes late. It was easier, and much faster to go by foot with his vampire speed. It's none of their business for what I do with my life, Spencer thought, not realizing he made it to the BAU. He walked in, and ran up the stairs to make it.

He pretended to be huffing and puffing. Penelope, who had spotted him first, walked over. "You took the stairs?"

"The elevator was slow."

Penelope grabbed his arm. "Hotch is a little angry at you being late."

Spencer let himself be dragged by Garcia to the BAU room. As they entered, Hotch asked, "Why are you late?"

"I,uh, had friends over last night." Spencer didn't want to tell them he was with family-his real family. As far as they know, Diana and William Reid are his parents. He hated lying to them that he isn't a Reid, he is a Mikaelson. That he is strong, not weak. That he is a vampire, not a human. But for their safety it had to remain hidden.

"Alright," Hotch exhaled, not believing him at all, he turned his attention to Garcia. "What do we have, Garcia?"

"We have two female bodies," she said, clicking the mouse to show a picture of two young women. "First up, is a single, twenty-one year old Anna Duff. She was brutally murdered with her stomach sliced open. She was found in the trash next to a strip club."

"Did she work there?"

"No. She works at Subway and is going to school full-time. And our other women is twenty-six year old Danielle Chisolm; the same thing happened to her. She is in a relationship and works at a law firm." Penelope took a breath. "She was dumped in a trash at a local high school. The janitor found her."

"All right. JJ and Reid go to the M.E. Morgan and Prentiss look at victimology. Garcia look at their credit cards, phone calls, everything," Hotch ordered.

"Yes sir."

"Rossi and I will go to the crime scenes."

Spencer dialed Rebekah's number while walking to the SUV where JJ was waiting for him. It took two rings before she answered. "Hello?"

"Rebekah do I have any blood left?"

"No, Elijah took the last bag. Why?"

Spencer growled slightly. "I have a case; it's local though. But I was just wondering if I had any."

"Drain a human ad save their blood in a jug," Rebekah told him.

"No." He frowned. "You know I don't do that."

"You're a lost cause," Rebekah said, hanging up.

Spencer bit his lip. Frustrated, he walked over to the SUV, and got in. "What was that about?" JJ asked.

" Nothing."

"What's with Reid?" Prentiss asked Morgan, getting the victimology board setup. "He's been very distant lately."

"I don't know," Morgan sighed. He grabbed the board marker and started to write down the names, dates and everything else down of the victims. "He's not talking to me. We haven't hung out in a while. So something is up."

"I wish he could tell us."

"You know," Derek changed the subject, "none of these girls have crossed paths before. Anna was a stay-home type of girl. She's a vegetarian. Danielle has a boyfriend and is out going."

"Garcia will find more," Prentiss said.

Rossi and Hotchner was now heading to the second dumpsite. There wasn't much left at the strip club dumpsite, which got the two pissed off. They found out that a few officers 'accidentally' tempered with the evidence.

Rossi pulled into the local high school's parking lot. They both got out and headed to the dumpster. They showed their credentials to the officer, who let them through. "Are you still angry at Reid?" Rossi asked.

"I'm just concerned," was all Hotch said. "Am I not allowed to be concerned for a team mate?"

"I didn't mean like that. All I meant was that he's been late almost every day."

"Yes, I'm still a bit angry," Hotch grumbled. "He knew he should have called. I gave him warnings."

Rossi agreed that Reid should have called. His mind quickly changed from Reid to the crime scene. "So the janitor found Danielle at six o'clock on Monday evening."

Hotch walked to the dumpster, he noticed something just underneath it. He put on his gloves and bent down to get it. It was a wallet. He opened it to see all of her money and her credit cards were gone. Her cellphone however was still there. He turned it on, luckily the battery was still good. He checked her messages and phone calls. There was only one unknown number that called and text her everyday. He pulled out his cellphone to dial Garcia.

"Yes sir, "Penelope answered.

"Garcia, I need you to do your stuff."

Rebekah didn't want her baby brother to be pissed at her. That happened once over two hundred years ago, and he hadn't talked to her in fifty-eight years. She put the blood bags in the deep fridge until it was full.

"He has his cellphone off,"hissed Klaus.

"Can you blame him?" Rebekah turned to face him. "You guys are too protective for his liking."

"Believe it or not, sister, there is a reason why."

She frowned. "What do you mean?"

Klaus stared at her. "Mikael is back."

A/N: So how is it? Continue? I think I will. Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe. Feedback