Killer Queen

Chapter 11

     Today started off as a good day for Logan for a lot of reasons. First, it was her birthday. She was finally 17, a day she had been waiting for since she had turned 16. Secondly, she had finally gotten her driver's license, after waiting for six months since December (when she got her permit). She was definitely in a good mood.

"Good morning, everyone!" announced Logan as she walked in, escorted by one of the security guards from the front. "Today is a wonderful day, isn't it? That sun is shining, I just had a chocolate Frappuchino, and guess who can now officially drive a car wherever she wants?"

"As long as you're accompanied by an adult!" added the security guard as she made her way back to the elevators.

"True, but I'm a licensed driver!" Logan sing-songed, as she did a little dance through the desks. "Morning, Carter. Garrison. Izzy. Big D!"

Morgan sighed. "Kid, do you always have to yell good morning when you walk into the office?"

Logan stared at him. "Um, I don't have to, but it always gets me in a good mood. Don't you dare ruin it."

As she sat down in her chair across from Spencer's desk, the doctor glanced over at her. "Happy birthday, by the way."

"Thanks," she said. "At least someone still appreciates me around here." Logan held out her fist and they fist-bumped. "I was going to invite everyone to dinner tonight, but it seems that no one besides Spence wants to come."

"What were you thinking?" Spencer wondered, looking up from his work.

"Oh, there's this Mexican place downtown that I really wanted to try," she explained. "But more for us, I guess."

Morgan rolled his eyes as he got up. "You know, not all of us are fans of going out to eat with you," he joked.

Logan glared at him. "You know, not all of us are fans of you," she mocked, throwing her stapler at him. The profiler caught it with his hand and set it down on the desk next to him. "You're lucky you have cat-like reflexes."

"You're lucky it's illegal to assault a minor." Logan stuck her tongue out at Morgan just as Hotch came out of his office.

"We've got a new case in Wisconsin," he said. "Round table room. Now."

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"Four men have gone missing in the last twenty-four hours, and suddenly each turned up in a different spot, but centered around one area. A house. More specifically, the house they all lived in together." Hotch clicked a button on his remote and a picture of the house came up.

The house looked old and like it was falling apart. Logan felt as if she recognized it, but she only thought it was her imagination. She shifted her feet that were crossed on the top of the table so she could see a little better.

"564 Roseway Street," he said. "Each of the victims were found with a bullet through their heart and with their throats slit. It's likely that cuffs were used to restrain them. The only thing is: it seems that their throats had already been slit when they were shot."

"Maybe to make sure they stayed dead?" suggested Spencer. "It's not uncommon, actually. A lot of serial killers suffer from extreme paranoia, which would make sense. But this doesn't seem personal to me. If these men had done something to this person, a gunshot to the head would make it much more personal."

Morgan frowned. "So are you saying that this was a hitman's job?"

Spencer started to nod, but Logan interrupted. "Can I see a picture of the victims?" Something about the house was really bugging her, but she needed to know if she was right before overthinking anything.

Hotch obliged and pulled up pictures of the four men. Each of them were middle-aged and looked like possible drug addicts. Logan drew in a sharp breath at seeing them and stood up to get a closer look. Her breathing had gone from normal to shallow. She was looking at the pictures like they were her worst nightmare and her best daydream at the same time.

"Logan? What is it?" JJ asked, genuinely concerned as she stepped forward to place a hand on her arm.

"That's Parker. And Barry, and August, and Lincoln," she said, looking like she was getting ready to throw up.

Folding his arms, Morgan tapped his foot in contemplation. "Where have I heard those names before?"

The realization dawned on JJ before it did anyone else. She muttered a curse under her breath as she folded Logan into a much-needed hug. "It's okay. Don't think about it too much."

"Logan," warned Hotch as he walked closer to his daughter. "Logan, do you know these men?"

With a deep breath, Logan stepped away from JJ. "Yeah, I do. All four of those men were my uncles from back in Wisconsin." The sentence sunk in for a few minutes as Logan began twisting her ring again, this time the one from Spencer that said 'Killer Queen'.

"You mean-?" began Emily.

"Yeah," Logan said. "My rapists." Despite the situation, she chuckled. "Well, happy birthday to me, I guess."