Disclaimer; I don't own Supernatural or Criminal Minds

A/N: A new voice! I've never tried writing J.J. before (ok I haven't written much Hotch either.) Apparently J.J. daydreams a lot more than we expect. Go figure, huh?

Jennifer Jareau wasn't a profiler like the rest of the team. Although she was learning from the examples provided by her team, she didn't read people as automatically as the others did. Anna, on the other hand, was easy to read to a certain extent. J.J. was positive that no one could accurately read Anna like a book, but you could read the cover and figure some things out.

As the plane landed in Jefferson City and J.J. was jolted out of contemplating the text book reading Anna Campbell, she realized she might have taken her book metaphor a little too far in this case. "Good book," she asked Anna to cover her staring.

Anna rolled her eyes, "It's dryer than War and Peace actually. I wouldn't read it if I didn't have to."

"What are you reading?" Reid asked.

"Criminal Behavior," Anna replied, "required reading to finish my bachelor's apparently."

"I thought you had a bachelor's degree in criminal psychology," Reid said.

"I'm a couple of credits short," Anna said, "I should have gotten the bachelor's when I collected my masters, but since I transferred colleges there was an issue with my credits and I have to retake some classes." She shoved the book in her bag with a growl, "One of them isn't available on-line or through distant learning so I don't know when I'll actually finish my degree."

"Let's go," Hotch said, alerting them to the open plane door.

The team filed out and into the waiting SUVs, J.J. found herself sharing with Reid, Anna, and Derek while Gideon, Hotch, and Elle took the second SUV. "So," Anna said after they left the airport, "how do you get thirteen children out of separate houses in six hours or less undetected?"

"You'd need a crew," Derek replied from the driver's seat, "vehicles, drivers, and people to go inside. You'd need something to keep the kids asleep, and to transport them outside. You'd have to make sure there were no late working neighbors. Whoever did this must have been watching the families for weeks to be able to pull this off that fast."

Anna hummed a little, "Thirteen kids, thirteen vehicles plus drivers and thirteen intruders. That's twenty-six people. I wish we could see this on a map. Maybe two vehicles, like vans, six kids in one, seven in the other. That's two drivers and two intruders minimum." J.J., who was sitting in the front passenger seat glanced back to see Anna writing stuff down in a spiral. She glanced at Reid, "I've never heard of thirteen kids vanishing at once," she said, "have you?"

"Not at night from different locations," Reid replied after a brief moment, "actually, not this many kids without a hostage situation that I've ever heard of."

Anna nodded and her phone beeped, she checked it, "No history of mass disappearances on the internet," she commented.

"Why would you check that?" J.J. asked.

Anna glanced up at here and frowned for a moment, then she sighed, "Sometimes if you look at old records, you can see a pattern of this or that happening. It might not give you a cause, but if you know already that, say, people in one area tend to go mad every thirty years and commit mass suicide, you can look for a natural cause as opposed to an imposed cause." She sat back for a moment, "I don't know why, but I keep thinking of the pied piper."

"The fairy tale?" Derek said, "With the rats?"

"The original story doesn't have rats," Anna replied.

"She's right," Reid said, "the original story is simply about missing children from a town in Germany."

Anna sounded mused as she spoke into the space Reid left, "I was always curious at how much literature was spun off the line 'it is one hundred years since our children left'. All the different theories that abounded, about immigration or plague or what have you. But it all boils down to nobody really knows what happened but the story is that a hundred and thirty children vanished from Hamelin a very long time ago and settled Transylvania, or Poland." There was silence for a moment, "I did a class on fairy tales for my degree. It's fascinating to see the stories behind the legends that we all know."

J.J. smiled to herself, Anna was an unusual woman, intelligent but often willing to downplay that intelligence, good with people but quick to become closed off and defensive when people got too close, and athletic, but willing to use her brain over her muscle. Children trusted Anna almost instinctively and Anna, although she often claimed she didn't like children, treated them like people. Anna had once referred to 'the last, the lost, and the least' as being the people who saw everything, and since then J.J. had seen her ask questions of people no one else would think to ask and come away with information or insights that would make or break their case.

Hotch had asked all the agents for an opinion on Anna for his evaluation, something he'd never done before, but had led to them all talking about their occult specialist. The consensus was that she was an asset to the team no matter the case, and while she managed to confine her occasional disappearances to insomnia related pie binges, she was the quirkiest FBI agent any of them knew.

"J.J.," Anna said, pulling J.J. from her thoughts, "we're here."

They headed into the police station as a unit, instinctively rearranging themselves so that Gideon, Hotch, and J.J. took point, with Derek and Elle flanking Reid and Anna following them. An older man with graying brown hair spotted them and hurried over, "I'm Sherriff Michaels," he said, "can I help you?"

"Sherriff," J.J. replied, "I'm Special Agent Jennifer Jareau, we spoke on the phone this morning. This is my team, Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner, SSA Jason Gideon, Agent Derek Morgan, Elle Greenaway, Doctor Spencer Reid and Anna Campbell."

"Sherriff," the group said in near perfect unison.

"Thank you," Michaels said, "for coming. We've got a spare office set up for you, if there's anything you need, let me know."

"The families," Hotch began.

"They're all at the school right now," Michaels replied, "the elementary school. We've set up all the volunteer searchers there." He hesitated, "I'm sorry, I've never had this, thirteen children."

"We'll find them," Hotch said firmly. "J.J., Gideon, Elle, go over to the school and speak with the families. Anna, Derek, I want you two to go to the homes of the children. Reid get on the phone with Garcia and start a geographic profile including sex offenders and parolees in the area. You'll work here for right now."

J.J. nodded, "We'll call you if we hear anything," she told Anna and Derek before following Gideon and Elle back outside.

Behind her, she heard Anna say, "What are we looking for here?"

J.J. hesitated for a moment, and then realized that Anna wouldn't know what was going on because she hadn't been involved in a missing child case with the BAU, much less such an extreme example of one. Still, J.J. knew they could trust Anna to do the best job she could. Whatever else was or wasn't going on in Anna's life, the woman was a born investigator, and there wasn't a member of the team who would deny that simple fact. J.J. pulled her head out of the clouds as the door to the station shut behind her and hurried to catch up with the others. They had thirteen missing children to find, after all.