A/N: I think my writer's block burned horribly in Tartarus, but it may not have. Let us see.

NYPD Precinct

Grover hobbled along the corridor of the police station warily. He hated cops almost as much as poluttion. A few years ago, there was a nationwide manhunt for his best friend Percy because of his asshole step father Gabe. Now, he was looking for Penelope, Camp's first, and thus far only, daughter of Hermes. He was being led by a Detective Mac Taylor to the confrence room the FBI was using. The team heard footsteps and looked up.

"Grover!" Penelope called. The Satyr hobbled over to the demigod.

"Garcia, who's this?" asked a man with obsidian black hair wearing a suit.

"Uh, sir. This is Grover Underwood, he was my brothers' friend. He knew almost every one of the victims." Penelope explained.

"Alright. I'll talk to him." the boss, he guessed, said.

"One more thing Hotch. Keep him away from anything remotly edible." Penelope called. The man, Hotch, looked confused, but he led Grover to an interrogation room.

"Hello Grover. I'm Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner. Now, what can you tell me about the Stoll twins?" he drawled. Man, this guy gets to the point.

"Bla-ah. Travis and Conner were good kids. They loved to pull pranks on any and every body. They were laid back, but good at picking strawberries. Penelope was really protective of them. She loved them like a sister, protected them like a mother and had fun with them like a friend." Grover bleated nervously. This guy wasn't a demigod. Just a mortal. A mean one, at that.

"Alright. What can you tell me about the other sixteen victims?" Scary man asked.

"We spent every summer together. Butch and Clovis helped transport the berries, everyone else picked them or made jam." Grover lied. He hated lying, but Scary man is a mortal. He mustn't know Butch likes pegasi or Clovis spends every hour of every day sleeping.

Unknown Serial Killer Den

Drew Tanaka was terrified. She was walking home from school when this white van, the kind pedophiles drive, bolted down the street. A dude dressed in all black rolled out the back, shoved an almond scented rag over her face and dragged her into the vehicle.

"Ah, Miss Tanaka. You've awoken." a low, raspy, masculine voice snickered.

"Let me go!" Drew called, throwing charmspeak into her words.

"Foolish girl. Your petty tricks shall not work. Your species is an abomination that needs to be obliterated." the voice grovelled.

"Species? Look dude, my mom is a Greek model, my dad's an American choclateer. I barely consider that a new species!" Drew yelled. Her wrists were inflamed in pain. There were metal cuffs on her wrists and ankles, securing her to the wall behind her.

"Fool. Your mother is not a model. Your mother is the goddess Aphrodite!" the coice bellowed. Drew put on her best suprised face.

"News to me. My mother's name is Anastasia Phylla-Tanaka. Greek-American model." Drew recited. Chiron had taught her to always be prepared.

"Bah. Untrue. If your matron is not Aphrodite, why did you try to charmspeak me, silly half-blood?" the voice spat. Crap, Drew thought. A clear sighted, and brained, mortal.

"Gah!" Drew growled as the man swung a Celestial bronze spear against her leg, leaving a deep laceration. The man took out a long, delicate sword. A faint gold glow emenated from it. Celestial bronze. Not a mortal.

"You see, silly love spawn, my mother was a daugter of Nemisis, the goddess of revenge. She had me at fifteen. Met my dad at thirteen. Died at seventeen. All because of her mother. Now, I'm going to avenge her by eliminating your stupid race from the planet!" he growled angrily.

"Jessi Daly. I heard that story. She met Daniel Carter, a son of Tyche, when she was thirteen. She did some bad things, like trying to raise the dead spirit of her father, so as revenge, her mother made her get pregnant. She was killed by a hellhound two years later." Drew recalled. This enraged the killer, and he drew the sword across her neck slowly, causing her to cry out.

The blood was washed from the chair as the lifeless body of Drew Tanaka, daughter of Aphrodite, was wrapped in a tarp amd placed in a van.

NYPD Precinct

Garcia paced back and forth in the small room she was given for her computers. She was worried about Grover. He was a good Satyr, under all the nervousness. She hoped he could find a half-blood for her. He did find Thalia, Percy, Bianca and Nico, in that order. Four of the most powerful demigods of the century. She needed just one half-blood so she could go see Chiron, Chris, Shane and the rest of her brothers, cousins and friends.

After what felt like forever, there was a meak knock on the door.

"It's open Grover!" she called. The Lord of the Wild entered the room slowly.

"Your boss isn't a demigod. Just a scary-ass mortal." he sighed.

"Alright. You sit here, I'm going to call the rest of the team." Garcia told him. She pulled out her phone, which Cabin 9 had monster-proofed for her the day she started in the FBI, and called the team. Within minutes, they arrived.

"Alright, so each child only loved with one parent. The most recent victims, the Stoll twins, lived with their wonderful mother, Alicia Stoll. Malcolm Anderson lived with his father Albert. Miranda Gardiner loved with her dad Will, Butch lived with his father Daniel, Clovis with his mother Anna, and so on. A few parents, Alicia Stoll, Adriane Liat, and a few other local parents agreed to come talk, but Alicia said she would only talk to me." Garcia explained, while Grover sniffed for demigods.

"Alright, Reid, Morgan, JJ, you take a few, Rossi, Blake and I will take the rest. Garcia, you talk to Alicia Stoll." Hotch ordered. When the team left, she turned to Grover.

"Anything?" she pleaded.

"The tall one, with the tie and mismatched socks, he smells like books. Old, musty ones like Annabeth and Malcolm, and blood, like Clarisse. The blonde one smells like perfume, like Silena, Drew and Piper. The brunette smelled like coffee and justice. A legacy of Athena and Ares, a child of Aphrodite and one of Themis. They are most definatly unclaimed, but I don't know how." Grover supplied. Garcia sighed. Reid was 30, JJ 34, and Blake 47. The gods made an oath to claim their children, and decendants, by the time they turned 13.

Confrence Room 1- Alicia Stoll

"Penelope. Thank the gods. Are my boys, are they really dead?" Alicia sobbed.

"I'm sorry, Lici. They are. Our kind aren't safe anymore. Now, can you tell me what Trave and C were doing the day they disappeared?" Garcia informed her friend.

"They were walking home from school. I know I shouldn't have let them, but I had to work. I got home at five and they weren't there. I IM'd Chiron, and told him, then I called mortal police. Oh gods, my boys are dead!" she wailed. Garcia hugged her.

"I will find who killed my brothers and Rekllios will taste blood, one way or another." she whispered.

Serial Killer Den

A small figure was strapped to a chair, shouting profanities worse than Arion the immortal horse. The feminine voice was strong, and powerful, yet captivated im such a small body. Her golden blonde hair, which was once in a bun, had falled carelessly against her shoulders, her bangs falling against her grey eyes.

"Ah, Miss Huntress. How nice of you to try and wake the dead with your screaming. It is settling to think you think you can escape." the killer laughed.

"My. Name. Is. Alaniya. Marigold. Huntress. I. Will. Escape. Your. Stupid. Trap!" the girl proclaimed, breathing between each word. The killer smirked.

"You would be the first." he scoffed. "Now, half-blood, you must die."

"No." Alaniya deadpanned. She had a plan. He swung his spear at her thigh, but it hit the chair leg. Alaniya wrapped her leg around the spear and gripped it firmly. She pulled with all her strength, wretching the spear from the assailant's hand. The assailant grunted as the Celestial bronze spear cracked over his head. She slipped out of her ropes as a robin, and flew away. Alaniya was Frank Zhang's second cousin.

Camp Half-Blood

A robin landed on the shoulder of Chiron, as he was teaching Archery to the new campers. He lifted to bird off his shoulder and set it on the ground. The bird expanded, becoming a girl with honey blonde curls and grey eyes.

"Alaniya, what's wrong?" Chiron asked.

"Serial killer. Tried to kill me. Call. Penelope." she panted.

"Oh dear. Will, bring Miss Huntress to the Infirmary please." Chiron ordered. The head of the Apollo cabin lead the distraught daughter of Athena to the Big House. Chiron left Victoria, a daughter of Apollo, in charge of the Archery lesson while he went to Iris Message Penelope.

"Iris, if you may, I need Hermes' daughter, Penelope." he said to the shimmerig mist he threw a drachma into. It began to shimmer, and Penelope appeared, with Alicia Stoll.

"Chiron! I'm at work!" she protested.

"Miss Garcia, one of our campers escaped from the serial killer. We need you to bring some people down here to talk to her." he informed her.

"Someone survived?" Alicia whispered.

"Yes, Miss Stoll. One of Athena's daughters, and a member of the Zhang family." Chiron explained.

"I want to come with Penelope, Chiron. I have to." Alicia stated.

"Alright. I believe you have Grover, Penelope. If you found any half-bloods, bring them. I will not have mortals here if I can help it." The women nodded, and Alicia sliced her hand through the message.

A/N: How did I do? Is this chapter alright?. I realize its been a while since I've updated, so please, don't hate me. QOTC: What were the three identities of the serial killer who kidnapped Dr. Reid in season two of Criminal Minds?