tb/cm chap1
Title: Bad Things --- A Criminal Minds and True Blood crossover
Author: listencl0sely
Rating: NC-17/FRAO overall. PG-13 this chapter.
Characters/Pairings: Morgan/Reid
Warnings: Vampires. Sex. Violence. Blood.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. All characters are property of Criminal Minds and True Blood. I'm just playing with 'em.
Summary: Derek Morgan has a few problems that he probably needs to deal with. One, Garcia is missing. Two, he's working with Vampires. Three, he might possibly have a thing for Spencer Reid... The second most powerful vampire in all of Louisiana.
AN: I've had this story in the works for about.... a year now! I've been struggling with getting any writing done, and for some reason this one is working for me now. Just to clarify in case anyone is scared, this is a Criminal Minds story placed within the True Blood universe. If you've never seen True Blood, no worries! The main characters will be the CM characters you know, with the background characters being from True Blood. If you are a fan of True Blood, you will probably just be a step or two ahead of everyone else :) And now that I've left a ridiculously long AN please, please, please review! I'm super nervous about this, I've never taken on a crossover or a long, multi-chaptered fic like this. I need some encouragement/criticism/anything! :]
Morgan couldn't stop the wave of dizziness that came over him after walking into Fangtasia. Learning that vampires were real and not made-up monsters from a movie was hard enough. But seeing a place like this, a place where they just roamed free and where people just fell at their feet; it was... well, it was really fucking weird. He shook his shoulders out, trying to calm the chills that ran through him.
He glanced around trying to find someone who looked like they were in charge but only saw vampires fawning over drooling, pathetic vampire groupies. There was a large throne type seat in the back of the place, but it was empty now.
Past the throne was a dimly light hallway that seemed to have a couple of doors. Morgan contemplated walking about there, but the last thing he needed was to sneak up on fucking vampires. He didn't want to be here-- and he certainly didn't want to have to ask one of these things for help--but he had no other options at this point. His mind drifted back to Garcia which helped calm his frayed nerves. He was here because she needed him to be here. If he didn't ask them for help he'd never get her back.
In an easy answer to his prayers he noticed a tall, female vampire walk behind the bar and say something to a couple of the bartenders. Morgan watched as she went around the club, giving slight smiles to the patrons. They all straightened up when they saw her- the vamp who'd be practically chewing at the neck of a gothic chick backed up till he fell against the wall when he caught sight of her. He could easily read the whole room's body language: she was someone important.
He debated how to go about talking to her, when she suddenly appeared in front of him.
"Good evening." She said, in no louder than a whisper. She flashed a tight smile toward Morgan and he noticed the tips of her fangs extended just past the straight line of her other teeth. Fear seized his chest, as she walked away with a wink.
"Wait!" Morgan called after her and took a deep cleansing breath. He need to be confident about this. Hell he'd faced some scary fuckin' things in his life, but he never showed fear. He wasn't about to start now.
"And what can I help you with tonight? Mr... ?" If Morgan didn't know better he'd say this vampire was some sort of S&M model. She was beautiful, all big eyes, full lips and an unmistakable dominant confidence flowing through her.
"Morgan. And that all depends on what kind of help you're willing to give sweet cheeks." Morgan flashed his trademark pearly white smile which got him nothing but an amused eyebrow raise. He would have to remember to tone down his flirting with this one; she was not amused by it.
"Well unfortunately I'm fresh out of help I'm willing to dispense. So unless you have something that interests me, feel free to enjoy of club. The bar is full service." Morgan forced himself to relax when the vamp suddenly appeared right next to him in the small booth. She was close enough that he could feel the cool radiating off her unblemished white skin. "And I'm just so sure one of my kind would love to sample a taste of you, Mr. Morgan. Tall, dark and handsome is appreciated by many of my kind." Morgan heard a 'pop' and with wide eyes, saw the vamp's fangs fall. "Everyone says they're sweeter."
Morgan swallowed the bile that rose to his throat. He wanted to try to find a vampire he could get on his side, befriend one enough and then ask for their help. He didn't trust this, certainly didn't trust this particular vampire, but he couldn't risk losing the opportunity.
"I do have something that might interest you." The vampire raised an eyebrow as Derek reached down and grabbed for the folder he brought with him. "Just let me show you some pictures, and if you don't think it's something interesting then I'll get the hell out of here. But if you do... If you think this is something that interests you, then maybe you can help me."
"You came to a vampire bar looking for help? You're either extremely brave or extremely stupid."
"Probably a little of both." Morgan answered as he passed two pictures from his last case. The vampire only gave a slight glance before handing them back.
"What exactly are those pictures, how did you get them and what kind of help are you looking for Mr. Morgan?"
Derek figured that since he wasn't thrown out or laughed at yet, that meant he was making some progress. He personally didn't understand why these particular vampires would find this information so important, but Garcia said they would and he trusted her judgment. Now that she was missing, he'd made a point to copiously study her notes and comments about the case.
"They're of two victims of a recent crime, I took them, and my co-worker is missing and I think you can help me find her." The vampire stepped away from him and reached down to the folder. She quickly scanned through the photos, stopping only to stare at the few photos of a bloodied couch. Morgan and Garcia assumed it was a vampire's blood; it was way too much to be any animal, and it was tested not to be human.
"Is this your co-worker?" The vampire asked, holding up a picture of Garcia. Morgan nodded his head. "And why can we help you find her?"
Morgan didn't want to tell her too much, but he also couldn't afford to waste anymore time. Garcia had been missing a week, but it'd been two days since he received an email from her.
"I've received some letters from her. They've been kind of cryptic, so I really don't know for sure. But I know a human doesn't have her. Especially after these cases we took."
"Who exactly did you take these cases for?"
Morgan reached in his pocket to grab for a business card. "My company, it's a private investigating service."
"What kind of private investigator takes cases of this nature?"
Morgan let out a long sigh. "My partner that's missing. She's an expert on the occult. Supernatural. Your kind of people. We create profiles for different crimes that the law enforcement agencies can't find answers to." The vampire snorted and handed Morgan back the folder.
"Well look where that got you. Missing one of your own." The woman pulled out a phone and sent what seemed to be a text before looking back to Derek. "I'll speak with my master. See if he has enough time to even look through a folder of humans who stick their grubby little noses where they have no business being." Derek gritted his teeth to stay quiet. He knew arguing with her would get him nothing.
"Aw, if I didn't know better I'd say you care for your co-worker more than just that huh? Love in the work place. How sweet." She grabbed the folder and away from Morgan just as he heard a loud slam coming from the back of the club. The lights were too low, but he saw two tall males walking in, one big with wide shoulders; the other lanky and thin. Just as quick as they entered the club, they left- walking into an office with another slam of a door.
"Wait! I don't know your name, or who I am talking to. Or who your... master is."
"You can call me Pam, and my master is Eric Northman. I wouldn't worry too much about either of our names though. If we help you at all you'll most likely be dealing with my darling brother," Morgan watched as the vampire turned and smiled. "and you can call him Reid."