Hey everyone, here is my new story for you. This is going to feature a dark and bad Reid. He won't go like that till after a few chapters. He goes through something terrible and things go from there. I hope you enjoy this and I would love to know what you think.

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"Why are we being called to this case? Considering all the security we just had to go through, I'm surprised that they want to involve anyone else in this," JJ said as they all walked down the corridor. They got ushered into an office and told to sit down.

"Apparently, they need our expertise to catch a group of unsubs," Reid said. "That's about all I know."

A young man with blonde hair came into the room, his age no more than 35. "I'm sorry that you had to go through all the security rules but it's protocol. I'm Agent Harry Grant. You have all been called here because we need your help and you are the best at the FBI. Your team has the best results out of all the BAU teams. We've already completed background checks on you and we are comfortable allowing you access to our files and resources. We've been tracking a group of criminals known throughout Europe. This is their first time stepping into the United States that we know of. They are ruthless and not afraid to kill. They recently hit a number of secure facilities, stealing both high-tech equipment and sensitive date. It isn't their usual MO though. They usually go after banks. We believe that someone has hired them for their latest heists. It's imperative that we find them and the person that hired them. They have left a trail of blood behind them. We have fourteen dead since their arrival here."

"Fourteen?!" Blake said in disbelief as she looked at him. "Over what time?"

"Three weeks."

"Wait," Reid said as he quickly scanned through the file in front of him. His mind absorbing the information. "It says here that the thefts were done at night and that, according to the surveillance, they had avoided the guards up until they had stolen what they needed. They actually went after the guards and killed them. They are stealing for whoever hired them but they are killing for their own pleasure. You've identified them but not found them."

"We have identified them. The leader is Jerry Gronson. Ex-military, dishonorably discharged for killing unarmed civilians. Dennis Grover, British citizen. Worked for MI5 before he was found trading secrets. He disappeared before he could get caught. Until he joined this group of jolly men, he was a ghost," Harry explained before bringing up another picture on the screen. "This lovely woman is Jaqueline Nia, their technical expert and the one that has managed to cover their location."

"The evil version of me then," Garcia said as she looked at the screen.

"You are the best technical analyst this country has seen in a long time. You are part of the reason I want this team. I need you to find her and them. I'm hoping you can find them where my technical unit couldn't. You'll have complete access to anything you need."

"What data did they steal?" she asked.

"Classified and sensitive information that I can't tell you about."

Garcia crossed her hands together. "Jaqueline Nia must have some earlier attacks. Every hacker has attacked somewhere personal in their lives. Someone that they believe they were better than. I was an angry nineteen year old when I attacked a few government databases. She is hiding all digital traces of them but there is always a trace of someone, somewhere. For example, I could find anything I needed on you. If I find her and she has transferred the date in any way, I can track the data to whoever she sent it to and find her and the others. I can also retrieve the data and get it back for you. It might take a while but I'm sure I can find her."

Harry stood there for a few moments, speechless. The rest of the team smiled. Harry collected himself.

"If you can do it, you'll have everything that you need."

"Who is the last member of the team?" Morgan asked.

"A mean bastard," Harry said before bringing his picture up on the screen. "Jason Mordo, wanted by Interpol, and almost any other agency out there. Responsible for multiple mass murders and bombings. He is also wanted for multiple robberies. He likes his victims to experience immense pain before they die. He has killed 21 people. Men, Women and three children. The children he killed quickly but a few of the others got subjected to torture and sexually assaulted before being killed. Favourite method of killing is suffocation."

"Dear god," JJ said as she looked at her file.

"This guy is definitely the leader. He has the size and the brutality to strike fear into the others. Did any of the recent fourteen victims show any of his trademarks?"

"Three did," Harry said. "The others were clean kills. A bullet through the head or heart."

"The three were personal choices of Jason. The others were probably to avoid witnesses. How have you managed to name them all?"

"It took over a week to name them once we connected the robberies. Various sources connected to them have confirmed their arrival in the US."

"Okay, here is what we are going to do," Hotch said. "Garcia will begin work on finding Jaqueline. Morgan, I want you to stay here with Garcia. Reid and Rossi, I want you to go to the last break in. I want you to do an analysis. JJ, Blake and I will go through each member's past. Agent Grant, I'm going to need access to every record you have on them."

Jason Mordo looked down at his cellphone as it began to ring. He hated working for the pompous bastard that had hired them but the money was extremely good and he got to have fun while doing the job. He pressed the screen and put the phone to his ear.

"Yes."

"I've just received intelligence from one of my informants. Agent Grant has brought on another team from the FBI. Two of them are on their way to the last robbery. I want you to send a message to them. Go there and have some fun with one of the agents. My intelligence tells me they have a young one."

"You want me to kill him?"

"No, I want you to indulge your other pleasures. Send them a message. They need to know that they shouldn't stick their nose where it doesn't belong."

"I'm going to charge you extra for this."

"Fine, Mardo. Just get it done."

Reid and Rossi walked into the building, the area cordoned off to the public. The security guard has allowed them access. Reid stopped as he came across a wall with three large spots of blood on the wall. Rossi stood next to him.

"This is where three of the four guards from the last robbery got executed. Cold and calculated kills."

"The fourth victim got assaulted before being suffocated."

"I'm going to walk and see where the cameras are placed," Rossi said before he walked down the corridor. Reid looked at the blood stains and felt a shiver up his spine. They guards must have faced their killers. It was a horrible way to die. A gunshot filled the air. Reid grabbed his gun from the holster on his waist and ran towards the sound of the gunshot. He turned the corner and saw Rossi on the floor, blood on his shirt.

"Rossi!"

A strong-arm wrapped around his throat while a foot kicked the gun out of his hand. Another arm wrapped around his stomach and pulled him away from Rossi. He recognised the man who came around the corner and tried to grab his legs. Reid kicked out and landed a straight kick across Dennis Grover's face. The man grunted before storming forward and delivering a brutal punch into his stomach.

"We have to go. Boss wants him soon," a man said from behind him.

"Rossi!" Reid screamed before the arm around his throat moved and a hand came over his mouth. Dennis grabbed his legs.

"Looks like a real fighter," Dennis smirked before he began to drag Reid away and out of the building.

Rossi struggled to stay awake as he laid on the floor, a gunshot to his stomach. He tried to call out as Reid got dragged out of his sight. He was left alone to die on the floor. Slowly, he grabbed his phone from his pocket and dialled for the police while he was still able to stay awake.

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