Raja Rudra Wyllt, Supreme Wizard King, Chaos Incarnate, and Multiverse's Sassiest Sleuth, was 19 and thriving in Oahu, Hawaii, apprenticing under Thomas Magnum, a retired P.I. with a mustache that screamed "80s cop drama."
In six months, Raja soaked up Magnum's tricks—stakeouts, charm, dodging punches—earning his approval letter and a full P.I. license faster than you can say "aloha."
Magnum, sipping a mai tai, dropped a bombshell: "Kid, get an FBI agent's nod—it'll open doors for lightning fast P.I Certification." He dialed a buddy, and Raja got a letter summoning him to FBI HQ in Quantico, Virginia.
MAYA: Master, you're about to crash a fed party.
Raja grinned, "Party's my middle name!"
Raja strutted into Quantico's visitor lounge, all Drip Supreme in a leather jacket and shades, expecting some desk-jockey pal of Magnum's. Instead, a familiar face loomed—Supervisory Special Agent Jason Gideon, Criminal Minds legend.
Raja's jaw hit the floor. "Yo, Gideon?! Magnum said 'friend,' not BAU rockstar! Big fan, by the way—your Criminal profiling process is Masterclass."
Gideon smirked, "Raja, your credentials are insane—top scores in criminal justice, P.I. license at 19. Why not FBI?"
Raja leaned back, smirking, "Feds got too many leashes—rules, jurisdictions, paperwork. I'm a nomad, Gideon, chasing cases coast to coast."
Gideon nodded, eyes glinting. "Fair. How about a deal? Work under me, solve cases, and I'll fast-track your P.I. cert into an FBI investigative consultant gig—limited agent perks, no paycheck. What do you think?"
Raja saw through it—Gideon wanted a protégé to mold, a BAU heir.
MAYA: He's trying to cage your chaos.
"Nah, too slow," Raja shot back, grinning like a Kneazle with a plan. "Gimme one of your dusty unsolved cases. I'll crack it faster than you say 'unsub,' and you hook me up with the cert and consultant badge. Deal?"
Gideon blinked, stunned—nobody sassed him like that. His curiosity spiked, and he slid over a 17-year-old murder file: two parents axed, three kids spared, case colder than a yeti's bath. "You've got my letter for FBI resources," Gideon said. "Don't screw it up."
Raja flipped the file, spotting David Rossi as lead investigator. "Well, damn," he muttered, "this just got spicy." He tracked Rossi down, flashing Gideon's letter and the case.
Rossi scowled, "Kid, this case haunts me—why dig it up?"
Raja, drama king mode cranked, spun a yarn: "Fate, Rossi! The stars aligned, destiny's knocking—let's solve this beast together!" started to manipulate Rossi to believe that god send a messenger to help him find the criminal and salvation.
Rossi sighed, hooked by Raja's theatrics, and spilled the details: Indianapolis, 17 years ago, he was on a rape case when he hit the murder scene. Axe left behind, family-owned, wiped clean. One print on the bedroom door's inside. Kids crying before he even entered.
"Organized and sloppy," Rossi mused. "Didn't touch the kids, though."
Raja, munching a vending machine Snickers, tossed out, "Sounds like a pissed-off kid swung the axe, and a parent scrubbed the scene."
Rossi's eyes bulged, nearly choking. "Kid?! Why didn't I—Raja, you're a damn genius!" He slapped Raja's back like a proud uncle, grinning.
Raja shrugged, "Told ya, old man. Let's grill the victims for Information—Indianapolis, stat!"
MAYA: You're showing off.
They rolled into Indy, tracking the kids—now teens. Alicia, 18, fiery and fed up; Connie, 16, quiet; and their 15-year-old brother, sulky.
Alicia snapped, "You're dragging us back to hell to experience the forgotten nightmare—why now?"
Raja, smooth as a Polyjuice con, knelt, voice soft. "Alicia, I know how situation you left a scar on your mind not beliving anybody, you're always looking over your shoulder, right? Help us close this, and you're free—no more shadows."
She softened, but scoffed, "You're my age, and the FBI's been useless for 17 years. What can you achieve even experienced detectives couldn't find, Why trust you?" she looked Rossi causing him feel bad.
Raja's grin was pure chaos. "Cause the FBI ain't got me, genius deluxe and my unorthodox way of thinking. Let's chat." He quizzed them on family life—picnics, movies, birthdays, even creepy encounters—while pacing their house, eyes sharp.
Alicia and Connie opened up about the year before the murders, nostalgia mixing with pain. Raja stopped dead, mid-step. "Yo, anybody send you gifts? Like, random stuff?"
Alicia's face darkened. "Yeah, cheap toys every murder anniversary—sick reminders. From Agent Rossi, will you quit it!"
Rossi gaped, "Alicia, I swear on my mom, I never sent jack!" The kids froze, spooked—the killer was watching.
Raja's smirk turned evil. "Hold up—y'all mentioned a carnival the day before the murders, right?"
Rossi nodded, "Yeah, a clown tailed them, made a crap balloon animal—why?"
Raja snapped his fingers. "Case closed, Rossi. Those toys aren't taunts—they're apologies. Find a grown-ass clown with a kid's brain, let's go to Indy carnival."
Rossi's jaw dropped, but he rallied his team. They dug up Joe, a mentally childlike carnie, and his dad, who'd covered for him. Flashback: Joe, obsessed with Connie, crept into their home. Her dad caught him, swung an axe; Joe snapped, killed both parents. Dad scrubbed the scene, terrified for his son.
MAYA: You solved a cold case in days. Smug yet?
Rossi clasped Raja's shoulder. "Kid, you gave me closure—I emailed my recommendation letter to HQ for fast track your certification."
Raja bowed, "Fate'll cross us again, old man!"
He swaggered back to Quantico, where Gideon waited, grinning like a proud coach. "Genius and out of the box detective thinking, Raja—I'm offering you fulltime FBI agent gig, fast track. Join us."
Raja laughed, "Gideon, you know I'm a free bird—no rules, no chains. Gimme the cert and consultant badge, and we're square."
Gideon chuckled, "Can't blame me for trying." He handed over the P.I. certification and FBI consultant papers and I.D, with perks to tap BAU intel like an agent. "Call if you need us."
Raja pocketed the docs, strutting out with a wink. "Catch ya when the multiverse demands it!" He hopped a flight to New York, ready to kick off his pilgrimage, brain buzzing with cases to crack and chaos to unleash.
MAYA: New York's not ready for you.
Raja smirked, "Good—let's break it."
To Be Continued…