Dude- I know that it's been a while, but I am trying. Seriously... You try puking up a quart of blood and going to the hospital every so often for little more than a year. And you'd get behind on stuff too.

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Morgan said nothing about his suspicions about Hanna to the team. If he had they would have dug into Garcia's background and staked out the girl and her mother. Either that or they would have tried to deliberately confronted her, which would have been a bad, bad, bad idea. Especially if she knew something about why Garcia had died. So instead the moment he got back to the office, he'd gone straight to Garcia's little office and he'd sat there for the better part of the day emotionally waffling back and forth between shock, despair, and hope.

Shock at Garcia's death. Despair that he would never see his baby girl again.

And hope... Hope that he was one hundred and ten percent absolutely right about Hanna. No that wasn't exactly right. Discovering Hanna's existence was quickly becoming an obsession to him. And goddamn it he wanted to know more. No- he needed to know more. More about the girl. More about her life. More about why Garcia had lied about losing her entire family when she was eighteen...

Had Hanna been a byproduct of an assault? Frankly Morgan couldn't see Garcia- even who she had been before becoming friends with him and starting work at the BAU- as someone who would hate an innocent child for something that wasn't it's fault. Nor could he imagine Garcia taking something like an assault lying down. No- the woman he'd come to know would have used every skill she possessed as a hacker to hunt down the dirty son of a bitch who had hurt her and gotten her knocked up and then she would have slowly destroyed him.

So assault was out.

Which meant that Hanna's existence really could have been an accident. Possibly from one of Garcia's old, old, old boyfriends. Or maybe from a one night stand.

She could have found out, tried to tell the guy- been blown off... Derek's mind shut down almost automatically for a moment as he felt himself getting pissed. Oh if some shit headed punk had blown off his baby girl after knocking her up- he wanted the bastards name. Frankly from where he was sitting, if that was indeed the case, the someone deserved a much needed and long overdue beat down. As well as the privilege of having Morgan serve him the paper work that came with court ordered child support.

Hanna was what now? Nineteen? Twenty? Twenty two-ish at the most.

Well, he could conveniently leave out her age when he handed over the papers for child support. It could be his great big 'fuck you' slash 'suck my dick' on behalf of his dearly departed girl. Yeah. That could work.

Until then, he would just hang out and-

One of Garcia's main computer screens suddenly started blinking, drawing his attention away from those pesky nagging thoughts eating away at him as a small chat box opened automatically on the screen and the words, The boogyman's vendetta is a fierce and terrible thing.

Frowning at the words, he leaned forward and typed. Hanna? Wondering if maybe Garcia had taught the girl a thing or two about hacking specific systems. And if maybe this was her way of trying to tell someone what had happened to her mother.

The screen remained blank for a moment or so before the words, The Black Queen's loss was great. You and you're friends have my sympathy.And then a small message at the bottom of the screen appeared indicating that the other had logged off their computer, Morgan read the words and sighed in frustration. Dammit. He was in no mood for games.

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Hanna logged off her computer and sighed tiredly as she sat back in her chair. Whoever had been on her mother's computer was putting two and two together. She had expected someone would. But she had hoped that she would at least have some time to sort things out first. But unfortunately the death of her mother had done quite a bit of damage not just to the BAU but to the online communities as well.

The people her mother hadn't spoken to in almost ten years since joining the BAU were coming out of the woodworks. Demanding to know what had happened to their beloved Black Queen.

And as the long lost Queen's heir apparent- it was time for Hanna to step up and begin the work her mother had left behind. God only knew that if she didn't more people (possibly her adopted mother or even Garcia's friends from work) may become the next targets if she didn't.