Killer Queen

Chapter 1

     A girl rushed through the rain, looking around at her surroundings in a paranoid manner. She clutched a notebook in her hands as she tried to keep it as dry as possible in the wet situation. Her backpack, however, was soaked. She clearly hadn't been prepared for the rain, as her clothes were also dripping wet, her curly hair just as wet.

The paranoid part was certainly right. She had travelled over 800 miles to find her family, and if she had gone that far, she was definitely not giving up anytime soon.

The girl stopped in front of the building that was her mission. She looked up briefly before hurrying through the front doors. The building was the F.B.I. Behavioral Analysis Unit (or BAU for short) headquarters in Quantico, Virginia. Of course, she already knew that, or she wouldn't have been there in the first place.

Anyone who looked at the girl would think that she was just a homeless, lost teenager in need of help. When in reality, there was so much more to her than meets the eye.

The security guards at the front gave her weird looks as she walked in. A teenager walking into the BAU's HQ would definitely turn heads. The girl ignored them and kept her head up high, walking straight to the metal detectors. One of them stopped her before she went through.

"Woah there, kid. Do you know that this isn't your school?" she joked lightheartedly. She was big, probably strong enough to beat anyone in a fair fight. That didn't scare the girl, though. She had been through much worse.

The girl rolled her eyes as she reached back and put the notebook in her backpack, only to sigh from realizing that it was soaking wet. "Look, lady, I don't have time for you treating me like I'm seven years old. I know that this is the F.B.I.'s Behavioral Analysis Unit headquarters. I need to talk to someone, so if you could bring me to whoever is in charge, that would be much appreciated." She then stepped back, crossing her arms with a satisfied smirk, and waited.

The security guards shared glances until one of them went up to her. "Um, kid, you can't just waltz into here like you own the place and give orders. Tell us what you want or get out." He had a sharp face, one that didn't look like he took jokes lightly. The girl instantly knew they wouldn't get along.

"My name is Logan Star, okay? I used to live in Wisconsin, but I ran away. Now, I'm looking for my dad. So, if that's enough information for you, please, bring me to your leader." Logan grinned. "Man, I've always wanted to say that."

"If you ran away, you should go back to where you came from," the security guard said firmly. "Why are you even here? Not like you're going to find your dad here. We do thorough searches into each person's backgrounds before even considering them."

Logan clenched her jaw, gripping the notebook tighter. "I need to get in there. I know that my dad is here, so let. Me. Go Through. Now."

The security guard shook his head. "No. Kid, get out of here before you'll regret coming in the first place."

Logan sucked on her teeth. "Fine, won't let me through, I'll do it myself." Then, right before their eyes, she walked forward and through the metal detector. The security guards ran after her, detaining the teenager quickly, though it was hard. Logan was certainly on a mission and wouldn't give up easily. "Get your hands off of me!"

Her shouting brought attention to the front, everyone close by now looking in their direction, even bringing a few people from further in the building to see what was going on out of curiosity. Logan struggled against the three security guards. "We told you to leave, now we're going to have to force you to leave," the man hissed in her ear.

"Get your hands off of me!" Logan screamed. "I have to see my father! I need to see Agent Hotchner!"

Almost immediately, the hands around Logan's arms slackened and she jerked away from the security guards. She reached down to pick up her dropped notebook, which started to look more like a diary than a notebook. Logan gave the security guards dirty looks as a black man came up to them. He looked tough and, by the looks he got from everyone, well-respected.

"Who's this?" he asked, referring to the teenager in front of him.

"She came in, saying that she needed to see her father," one of the guards explained, "Hotch."

The man straightened, his gaze shifting to Logan. "You're telling me that you think your dad is Agent Hotchner?" Logan nodded, staring at the man, refusing to back down. Finally, he sighed. "Alright, I guess we'll have to straighten this out. Come on, kid."

Logan followed the man through the halls of the BAU. "Who're you?"

"Derek Morgan," the man answered, glancing down at her for a split second. "I'm a profiler."

She nodded. "So, you can tell if and when I'm lying?"

Derek chuckled. "Yeah, something like that." Logan continued to ignore the stares she got as they passed by people, which he noticed. "I can also tell a few other things about you."

"Oh, really? Care to share your findings with the class?" Logan asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Your fingernails are ripped and torn, giving the impression that you chew your fingernails, which would normally be dismissed as just a habit, but you've also been twisting some of your rings, which is a big giveaway that you have anxiety. Or, it could just mean that you're nervous. Under the circumstances, I wouldn't put it past you." Morgan opened the glass doors to an office bustling with life.

Most of these people appeared to also be profilers. They couldn't help their stares as they glanced at the girl who claimed that their very own unit chief profiler, Aaron Hotchner, was her father, escorted personally by Derek Morgan, another one of their highly decorated profilers. He stopped at a pair of desks where the people there looked in between Logan and Derek.

"Somebody get Garcia. I want the team in there when we see Hotch," Morgan said.

Logan shook her head. "What? No, no, no, no. No team. I want to see my dad alone."

"Kid, you either go in there with all of us, or you don't get to see him at all." Derek stared at her until she groaned, crossing her arms.

"Fine, whatever." Derek nodded at one of the profilers, then continued walking, the rest following as he went to Agent Hotchner's office.

"What's your name?" one of the agents asked. Logan looked up at him. He had to be in his early to late twenties, with brown hair and eyes. He didn't look like a profiler, more like a friendly-yet-socially-awkward doctor.

"Logan Star," she introduced herself as they walked. "What's yours?"

"Dr. Spencer Reid," he replied. "How are you so sure that Hotch is your biological dad? Did you take any DNA tests or anything?"

Logan shook her head and held up the notebook that was in her hands. "This diary was my mother's. She wrote everything down in here. The first time I saw Agent Hotchner on tv, I knew that he had to be important in my life. Now that I've read my mom's diary, I know why."

Derek opened the door to a dimly lit office. Everything that was in there was neatly organized, the man behind the desk slowly lifting his head up to see who was interrupting his alone time.

"What is it?" he asked, his voice deep. Logan couldn't take her eyes off of him. This was the moment she had dreamt of for as long as she could remember. She couldn't meet her mother, so at least she could meet her dad.

"I think she should be the one to tell you," prodded Derek, nudging Logan forward.

She gulped as Agent Hotchner's gaze set on her. "Right, uh, hi. I'm Logan. And I'm pretty sure I'm your daughter."

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I can't believe that I'm putting this out on Wattpad right now. I've always written things, but I just was never confident enough to put anything out there where people can actually see it. Let me know what you think and please be nice. Next chapter will be out soon!