Killer Queen

Chapter 19

     Hotchner's phone rang and he excused himself from the group he was in to answer it. He thought it was probably Logan, calling to tell him that she was doing well. Unfortunately, it was not.

"Aaron?" a woman's voice said. "Is this Aaron Hotchner?"

Hotchner frowned. "Yes, who is this?"

"I'm Becky Heckler, your son came over last night for a sleepover with Sam," she explained. "But this morning, your daughter never came by to pick up Jack. I don't have her number, so I called you instead."

"Oh, thank you for letting me know. She probably just slept in or something. I'll call her."

Becky thanked the agent and hung up. Aaron sighed, dialing Logan's number. The phone rang a few times, before it went straight to voicemail. He frowned again. Logan almost never let her phone ring to the point where it went to voicemail.

Hotch called her again, and again it went straight to voicemail. Something was definitely wrong. But Hotch was all the way across the country. He couldn't really do anything until he got back.

Someone patted the man on his back. It was Derek and he looked worried. "Hey, you okay?"

"Logan's not answering her phone, and she didn't pick up Jack from the Hecklers' house." Hotch put his phone away. "I don't know what's wrong."

"How about you go home to check up on her," Derek said. "We'll come when we finish this up. Go, we'll be fine.

Nodding, Hotch mumbled thanks to him, quickly leaving. He had been given permission to take the jet from the team, all of whom decided that Logan's safety was more important to them. Besides, they probably wouldn't have finished the case for about another day, at least.

While Hotch was on the jet, he continued to try and call his daughter. She wouldn't answer her own phone or the home phone, either. He also called back Becky and asked her to check the house to see if something was wrong. There was nothing Hotch could do while he was in the air, and he hated it.

Finally, after a few hours, Hotch finally made it back to Quantico at about mid-day. He hopped in his car and quickly took off from the parking lot, making good time without having to put the police lights and siren on. Finally, Hotch pulled up to his house.

It looked just as empty as he had last remembered it being. All the lights were off, and a woman was standing on the porch, wringing her hands nervously. Hotch assumed she was Becky. The two adults shook hands when Hotch made it to the porch.

"I checked the house," she explained. "The door was unlocked, there's a box of cold pizza on the island, it looks completely abandoned."

Hotch pushed the door open, eyes alert. He had been specifically trained to be able to evaluate situations like these to figure out what really happened. Like Becky said, it looked completely abandoned. Logan's phone was forgotten on the couch, as well as the tv remote next to it.

In the kitchen, there was a lot to see. An open pizza box was sitting on the kitchen island. A jar of milk had fallen from the refrigerator and burst all over the floor. There was a little bit of blood on the floor as well. Hotch examined the scene before him.

"I doubt that this was caused by a simple fall. Someone attacked her."

Becky covered her mouth in horror. "But who would do that?"

"A lot of people, actually. It might not even be someone that she knows," Hotch answered. But there is a good chance this attacker has something against me, he added.

Hotch continued to survey the crime scene, trying to determine where the attacker took Logan. He tried to hide his panic as he thought about all the awful things that could happen to her. But the rest of the house looked just as it had always looked. However, when Hotch went upstairs, Logan's door was locked with a scratching sound coming from the inside.

Quickly, Agent Hotchner pulled out his gun, reaching to open up the door. Unlocking it, he quickly burst it open, his gun at the ready. Instead of a person, Logan's dog, Poppy, ran out, barking. She circled on the top of the stairs a few times before stopping at Hotch's foot, yipping softly.

Despite the adorableness of the dog, Hotch's frown deepened. Someone had specifically locked the door of Logan's room, someone who wasn't Logan. She hated leaving Poppy locked up in her room.

Hotch took out his phone and dialed Derek's number, walking back downstairs. As he waited, he fed her some of the cold pizza. Finally, Derek picked up.

"Hotch, what's up?"

"She's missing," Hotch answered. "Logan's not here, and it looks like she went down with a fight. I'm going to stay here and work the case, I'll be here when you all get back."

Something was going on and Hotch knew it wasn't a random kidnapping. After all, it wasn't a coincidence that his daughter went missing the day he went to California. Someone wanted him out of the way so they could kidnap Logan. The only question was: who?

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Aaron was not happy. He marched down the steps to the basement, every step pounding into Logan's brain. She didn't look up at him as he stopped in front of her, practically fuming, mostly because she was too afraid. The gag in her mouth was tied tightly, due to Aaron's distaste towards anything that came out of Logan's mouth.

"Did you know that Agent Hotchner is back in town?" Logan lifted her head in hope. "Oh, don't worry, he won't find you here. I didn't leave any traces behind."

Logan's head dropped again. All the life seemed to have been drained out of her already, as well as her energy. Her sweat shone in the dim lighting, making her look sick. Aaron stared at her for a few minutes before turning back to the stairs.

"I will see you in a few more minutes. I think I still need a little more footage on my camera."

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So incredibly sorry for the wait, it has felt like the busiest week ever, even though it probably wasn't. I'm currently in class right now, but I felt like I owed you guys another chapter, even if it is my birthday. Only three of my friends that are my age remembered that it was my birthday (not including all my mom's Facebook friends).

The story is almost at its peak point, and then a bundle of more chapters before I'm thinking of closing it. However, if you have any ideas on any sequels or any questions, just drop it in the comments and I'll make sure to look at them and answer them to the best of my abilities.

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