A/N: New Chapter! I really want y'all to like my story. I really do. Just a note, Penny isn't the only half-blood on team Hotch. You'll have to wait to find out the other one. I'm also gonna kill off atleast three more demigods, so be warned.

FBI Jet

"Alright. We have seventeen teens between thirteen and nineteen. What do they have in common?" Morgan asked.

"Delphi Strawberry Farms." Garcia vlurted without thinking.

"What is Delphi Strawberry Farms?" Blake asked.

"It's a strawberry farm on Long Island Sound that grows fresh strawberries to sell to comoanies in Manhattan and Brooklyn. All seventeen victims had summer jobs there." Garcia rambles, trying not to let slip the actual connection of the dead teens.

"Alright. They all worked at a strawberry farm. What else? We have two brunettes with bright green eyes, Katie and Miranda, twin brothers with light brown hair and light blue eyes, Travis and Conner, a few blondes, even a few with black hair. This UnSub doesn't seem to care about age, gender or race. Just grab a victim from the strawberry farm and kill them." JJ added. Garcia's face paled considerable. She had been hoping 'random' wasn't part of this psycho's MO. Her brothers didn't deserve to be random murder victims. They were too innocent for that.

"Travis and Conner Stoll. Mother Angela Stoll sent them to the strawberry farm for the summer, they never came back. Miranda Gardiner, 14. Father Darrel Gardiner had the same idea. Katie Gardner, 16. Jeneasi Anderson, 17. Desaree Colter, 14. Malcolm Anderson, 14. Clovis Hartnett, 16. Butch Adams, 19. Alisha Diara, 13. Zara Malcolm, 16. Aria Liat, 15. Alexis Belrose, 16. Melissa Stronghold, 13. Martin Appleton, 14. Elizabeth Adams, 13. Kayla Palmer, 13. The only other thing that connects the victims is ADHD and dyslexia." Reid read off. Garcia cringed inwardly at the fact that Reid chose Travis and Conner first.

NYPD Precinct

Detective Arthur Samson led the profilers quietly down a few hallways to the confrence room they would be using.

"Detective, can you show us the last crime scene?" Blake asked politly. The detective nodded, leading Blake and Garcia towards his car. Hotch was adament about letting Garcia go to the crime scene, but she went anyway.

Stoll Brother Crime Scene

Garcia choked back sobs as she approached the crime scene with Blake. The bodies of her brothers lay on a park bench overlooking the lake. Their normal bright orange camp shirts and jeans had been replaced with white shirts and white jeans. They had always hated white. Too hard to hide in. Their wrists were bruised from the restraints. Their throats covered in dried blood. She wanted to rush over and hug her brothers, but they were gone. Hopefully them made it to Elysium. They could prank anybody there. They could see Luke again. Luke. That name made her tense. He had betrayed thm, yes, but he did the right thing in the end. He was still their brother.

Garcia and Blake walked over to the bodies and listened to the detective.

"A couple of bikers found them this morning around nine. No one's moved them yet. They were wearing weird leather necklaces with nine clay beads. Each bead had a different picture on it. Don't know what to make of them." the detective stated.

"Where are they?" Garcia asked.

"Where are what?" the detective asked.

"The necklaces." Garcia clarified. The detective handed her two evidence bags containing the necklaces. That was all it took for her to finally break. Some bastard had taken the lives of her brothers, and they would pay. She fingered the bracelet she wore on her left wrist cautiously. The detective asked about the necklaces, but she just clung to them, crying hysterically. Blake gave the detective the leather necklaces back and escorted Garcia back to the precinct.

Camp Half-Blood (Delphi Strawberry Farm)

Shane Lenan, the new head of Cabin 11 entered the Big House quietly, heading for the bathroom. Opening tje window as far as it would go, he turned on the tap, creating a rainbow.

"O Iris, goddess of the rainbow, accept my offering. Show me Penelope Garcia, NYPD Precinct." he recited. The rainbow shimmered, changing to the image of a blonde woman about thirty years old with glasses. She turned her head and jump slightly.

"Shane! What have I told you about Iris Messages? Someone could see it!" she hissed. She got up from her seat and moved to a quieter, more secluded place.

"Penelope, we need you at camp. 11 has gone to Tartaurus with grief. We need our motherly big sister." he told her.

"I kinda guessed that Shane, but my team needs me. If I suddenly disappeared to the place I called a strawberry farm, someine would follow. They wouldn't be able to get past the borders, and then they'd start to figure out who I really am Shane. And I can't grant them acces to camp."

"I know Penny, but I have an idea. I'll send Grover to the precinct as a friend of the victims and he can tell you if anyone is safe to bring to camp. That way, there's no access granting. Demigods and Chiron can come and go as they please. Penny, we need you. Actually, camp needs you. Chiron's nice and all, but Mr. D hates us. We need someone to make us feel better." Shane portrayed. Garcia thought about it for a moment.

"Alright, send Grover, but also send my old sword, Writhing Fire. I have a feeling I might need it." Penelope agreed. Shane nodded and slashed his hand through the message. He left the Big House in search of Grover Underwood, one of the members of the Council of the Cloven Elders, a group of Satyrs who decide which go on recovery missions and which don't.

"Grover!" Shane yelled from accross the field. The Satyr in question turned to the son of Hermes.

"Bla-ah-ah. What do you need Shane?" Grover bleated.

"I need a favour." Shane replied. Grover groaned.

"What this time?" Grover sighed.

"A, somewhat, different recovery mission."

"I don't like the sound of the word different."

"I'll give you Cabin 11's Coke cans for a week!"

"Bla-ah-ah-ah. Fine! Where am I going, Canada?" he groaned. Shane smiled.

"The NYPD precinct."

"What? Cops? Whyyy?" Grover whined.

"My sister Penelope is working the demigod murders and she needs a Satyr to find any demigods on her team so she can come see us. Please Grover. Remember the Coke cans!"

"Fine! I'll talk to Chiron. By the way, have I ever told you I hate Cabin 11's skills with persuasion more than I hate charm speak? Well now you know." Grover huffed, trotting off to find Chiron.

A/N: Another chapter down. By the way, Happy Easter. Its currently 12:40 am on Easter Sunday. I'm trying to prove the Easter Bunny doesn't exist. I already disproved Santa. I hope you like this chapter. :-)