Killer Queen

Chapter 2

     "So, tell me everything, but slower," Garcia said, squinting at the teenager that was sitting on the nearest chair she could find. "I'm not completely sure I caught everything."

Logan sighed. "I grew up with a ton of middle-aged drunken men who I like to call my uncles, even though Parker was my only blood relative. When I graduated high school, I decided to run away to find my real family, one of the many things they refused to share with me. And yes, I did graduate high school early, mostly because I homeschool myself. Anyways, I tracked down my aunt, Aunt Patty, who told me everything she knew about my mother while I stayed with her for a few days."

"How'd you find her?" Spencer asked. "You're only sixteen and you've been able to travel almost halfway across the country and track down your only living family already. Including the fact that you homeschool yourself, that's really impressive."

Logan mock-bowed. "Why, thank you. One of the many things I pride myself on. Where was I?"

"Your aunt," Agent Hotchner answered.

"Right, Aunt Patty. She told me that my mother, Molly, gave birth to me and died shortly after. She knew that she wouldn't be a good guardian for me, so she handed me off to her brother, my uncle, Parker."

Hotchner sighed. "Can you fast forward to the part where you find evidence that tells you that I'm your biological father?"

Logan nodded. "Yeah, sorry. I found it all in her diary. Aunt Patty said that she hadn't looked in it since she died because of the painful memories. There's not a lot about you, but she describes you as tall, handsome, rarely smiles, and your first name is Aaron. She mentioned that you worked in law enforcement, with the F.B.I., so I knew it had to be you."

Hotch grabbed the diary from his desk. "How about Garcia takes you to go get warmed up while we talk about this? Okay?"

Garcia stood up and gave Derek a kiss on the cheek as she walked out with Logan on her heels. They walked in silence for a while, walking to an empty room full of computers and different files and paper.

"So, you and Morgan?" asked Logan. Garcia glanced at her, grabbing a pair of clean clothes from a bin. "You two, like, a thing?"

"Is that what people call it now?" she wondered, handing the clothes to the teen. "If so, then yes."

Logan nodded. "Cool." She examined the woman's computers that were set up, her eyes darting around as she took in the information that was shown. "Technical analyst? Penelope Garcia, you seem like quite the genius."

Penelope grabbed the teenager's shoulder, leading her towards a smaller closet near the far wall. "You can get changed there. I always make sure to bring some extra pairs of clothes, because you never know what can happen."

Once the door closed, Logan could hear Garcia sighing as she sat down in her seat. Logan got changed out of her soaking clothes slowly. These people probably didn't deal with a lot of teenagers barging in and accusing one of them being their father. Or maybe just teenagers in general.

These people dealt with serial killers, which teenagers were not usually those psychos. In her free time, Logan liked to learn about stuff like that. She would have made the perfect roots for a serial killer, maybe even a psychopath.

Logan watched and read as much about crime as she could. Petty crime all the way to psychopath serial killers, she wanted to know it all. Maybe her fascination came from not knowing who her parents were, or maybe she just wanted to become a part of the F.B.I. Not even Logan knew why she had such a fascination with that kind of stuff.

Across the BAU, the rest of the team was deep in conversation about the very same girl.

"She can't be my daughter," argued Hotch. "I've never dated anyone named Molly."

"Have you ever had a one-night stand?" Morgan asked. Hotchner glared at him. "What? We can't rule anything out, no matter how uncomfortable it is to talk about."

"Morgan's right," Emily added. "Do you remember anyone by the name of Molly that even remotely looks like that girl?"

Hotch shook his head. "I'd definitely remember."

Spencer crossed his arms, deep in thought. "I think that she's telling the truth. I don't know if she's actually your daughter, but it seems like she actually believes that you two are related. Actually, can I see the diary?" Hotch handed it to him. "I'll go analyze this."

After Spencer left, the four that were left over sat in silence. They mulled over the information that they had been given, until Hotch finally stood up. "We don't know anything for sure, but I don't want anyone to break it to the kid, yet. If she travelled all this way just to find out it was a mistake, she'll be devastated." With that, he left the office swiftly, leaving no room for discussion.

Back in Penelope's office/lair, the woman was teaching Logan all about what she did for the F.B.I. as they waited for the team. Someone had gotten them coffee, which Logan immediately spit out and threw away.

"I have at least two different windows open on a computer at one time. It's a lot of surfing the internet and records to help the team in any way that I can without actually having to be in the field." Logan nodded, studying the computer she was working on.

"What do you do when there's not a case?" she asked.

Garcia leaned back. "Well, it's a lot of sitting around and filing previous cases. Not exactly something that anyone particularly enjoys."

Logan shrugged. "I don't know. I think I would just be happy to have a job like this. It's actually really cool. Putting yourself in the unsub's shoes to try and mark their next move, I think it's really cool."

"Well, that attitude will make you fit right in around here." The girls turned around at a knock on the door behind them. Hotchner stood there with his arms crossed. Logan smiled.

"Hey," he said.

"Hi. Done with your little meeting so you can come spend time with your daughter?" Logan asked with a grin.

Hotchner raised an eyebrow. "Do you know how it works around here?"

"Garcia showed me the ropes around what she does, but of course I don't know everything." Logan chuckled, "Though I seem to think I do sometimes."

"Come with me." Hotchner turned around and the teenager grabbed her backpack, hurrying to keep up with the man. "This is the BAU headquarters, or-"

"Behavioral Analysis Unit," Logan interrupted. "I know, I did my research."

Hotch slowed down to stare down at the girl who claimed that she was his daughter, before continuing at his pace from before. "I can see that. The BAU is mostly profilers, but there are a lot of field agents, special agents, technicians, and so on. However, if you did your research, you'd already know what the BAU does and who is a part of it."

"So you deal with cases all over the country?" she asked, looking very interested.

"Yeah, we've got a private jet and everything."

Logan grinned. "I've never been in a private jet before."

Agent Hotchner stopped and turned around to stare down at her. "I have a few things that I need to get done. If it's okay with you, I'd like you to work with Reid on something. That is, if you don't mind getting put to work." Logan didn't seem opposed to the idea and he led her to a desk where Spencer was deep in his work. "You've already met Spencer, haven't you?"

"Yeah, earlier," she replied. Spencer looked up, quickly covering his work with a few papers.

"Well, have fun." Hotch left quickly and Spencer gave Logan an awkward smile.

"Do you have any work for me to do?" the teenager asked.