The entire BAU was seemingly murdered during an explosion at Reid's fiftieth birthday party. The lone survivor was Reid's daughter, Diana. She has been haunted with visions of her father and the team being tortured. Diana embarks on journey to take on the monsters as an FBI agent.

I am deleting a couple stories that fall under similar theme of Reid's daughter becoming an agent.

Cursed

Not many people get to say they watched their entire world go up in literal flames. The weekend after my dad's birthday was that of an unusually warm fall. So warm, that we were playing hide and seek, during the party, outside. I asked my dad where I should hide, and he suggested the treehouse. I didn't know then he was actually saving my life.

You see, my dad being my dad, didn't have an ordinary treehouse built for me when I was five. He had a spaceship treehouse built for me. I was obsessed with exploring the dark side of the moon at the time. By spaceship, I mean, with actual materials used in making things that go to the moon. Materials designed withstand extreme heat. Because my dad was "quirky" to put it mildly, no one thought anything of him designing a space module treehouse for his daughter.

My world was blown to pieces when I was eight. Since then, I have been looking for clues in the debris. They never found who blew up my house, and that of the neighbors on both sides. A total of forty-three people were killed. All anyone knows is, that the explosives were placed in the furnace by two men posing as furnace tune-up men, three days earlier. The men were never found or ID'd. To this day, it is largest unsolved terrorist attack in US history.

Ever since the explosion, I dream of my parents, and the BAU being tortured, barely clothed and chained above fiery pits. Beasts with horns clawing at them. A man injecting my father with drugs, someone tattooing Aunt Emily, Aunt J.J. being waterboarded, Aunt Penny being shot, and the list goes on. My shrinks will tell you, it is trauma-related. I know better than to say what I really think this is, lest I end up in a psychiatric facility. So, I have bided my time, followed in my father's footsteps, and vowed to save them all.

…

"Demons are a literary construct, designed to explain what was unexplainable during that time period," Xavier Kent said.

"How do you explain the existence of Evil?" Prof. Elgin asked.

"Evil doesn't exist," Alicia Sandford said. "There are only morally corrupt people."

I sat in the back of the class and watched the exchange with amusement. This was Caltech. No one wanted to believe in the unexplainable.

"That's enough for today, a friendly reminder, you should have received drafts with my comments on your midterm essays."

Everyone stood up to leave.

"A word Miss. Reid," Elgin said.

Knox Elgin was a round friendly Scotsman, who occasionally wore tartan ties. For someone who taught such dark literature, he was one of the nicest professors on campus.

"Would you mind helping me carry my book across campus?"

"I'd be happy to," I said.

"I know I'm the last of my kind," he said with a smile. "One who insists on reading from actual books during a lecture."

"Nothing wrong with that."

We left the classroom.

"I must say, I really enjoyed your essay, Miss. Reid. I get the sense you might be one of the few students who is taking the class seriously."

"Thank you, Prof. Elgin."

"You're graduating soon, correct? I hear the criminology graduate school is eager to have you. A phenomenal accomplishment for a sixteen-year-old."

"Just like my father."

The sun was shining brightly as they traversed the campus.

"Just like your father. I wasn't here when he attended, but he was a legend, I understand."

"Thank you, sir."

"Tell me, Miss. Reid, have you given much thought to your summer scholastic pursuits?"

"I have an internship in the forensic research program."

They entered the building where his office was.

"Can I suggest an alternative?"

"I'm listening."

"Oxford has a summer criminology program. I can write you a letter of recommendation, in addition to what your advisor could write."

"I'll consider it."

They entered his office. It was covered in quotes and posters. Botticelli's map of Hell stood out behind his desk.

"Put the books anywhere," he said.

I put the books on a filing cabinet.

Elgin sat down. He gestured for me to do the same.

"I know what you're doing," he said. "I can read between the lines of your essays. You believe a great evil is behind what happened to your parents and the BAU."

"People would think I was crazy if I told them."

"I don't," he said. "To understand the darkness, go to England, there is a secret society there called the Knights of Bronze Sun. Find the tree with a carving of a sun with cross in it. There should be a key that will lead you to their meeting room, go at midnight of the first Friday. Bring a hunting knife, and wear red."

I sat back.

"You need to start preparing to fight evil now, Miss Reid. This country, thinks monsters don't exist, which is why your family is not trapped on this plane. The ways of the monsters that roam this land are lost. Learn to fight, where it isn't."

"I don't even know how to get into the BAU when I turn twenty-one," I said. "I have no connections, no Gideon's to vouch for me, since my grandfather insisted on me growing up in Nevada."

"You will find what you're looking for where the evil still lives in their true form among mortals."

Elgin pulled out a small black leather box. He opened it, and presented it to me.

It was a small silver arrowhead on a chain.

"Wear this on your quest."

I stared at him.

"Why are you helping me?"

"On my grandmother's deathbed, she told me I'd meet a demon slayer the day before by fifty-nineth birthday. That was the day classes began."

"Thank you."

He recited something in Scottish, I couldn't decipher.

"What did that mean?"

"A private prayer for bravery on your quests."