Disclaimer: I still don't own Supernatural or Criminal Minds.

A/N: This chapter beginning was inspired by a little restaurant my family stopped at last Friday on our way to a wedding. Also a comment about the end of this. When I started this my unsub and motive were different than they are now. The puzzle of this case is not solved yet.


It was one of those little restaurants, a place the locals came back to because the food was good, and the waitresses friendly.

The number of cars out front enticed travelers to give the little place a chance.

The man who entered the restaurant overlooked the knotted pine paneling, rough concrete floors, antler light fixtures, and obligatory humorous signage in favor of exits and people. One person, an older middle age African American, glared at him. "Rufus," the traveler said with a nod.

"Singer," Rufus replied.

"Your niece is in trouble," Bobby said, walking over to Rufus's table. He smiled briefly at the hovering waitress. "I'm here unofficially, but it won't be long before the FBI come looking for you."

"Why me?" Rufus asked.

"You remember when their little boy and a whole bunch of others got sick five years ago?" Bobby asked, and dropped his voice slightly, "You asked your friend, the faith healer, to help the kids. He's back and he's kidnapped them, all of the children who were sick."

Rufus sat back, staring at the table. Whatever emotions he felt, he showed only a shocked concern. "What do you need?" He asked Bobby.

"Just be the paranoid old occultist we all know you are," Bobby replied quietly, "and babble to your federal guests about your good friend the faith healer, the one you could never picture doing anything like this. That's all we need you to do." He turned to the approaching waitress, "Can I get a cup of coffee and a Reuben sandwich? To go, please."

"Are you ok, Rufus?" The waitress asked.

Rufus nodded, "Yes," he said, and turned to Bobby, "You'll let me know, won't you, when they find him."

"Of course," Bobby said. "I still owe you a few favors." He paused, glancing up at the waitress headed away. "I hate to put you on the spot," Bobby added, "but we're trying to keep the feds out of hunting business. Even with one of our own in there, it ain't easy."

/…/

Derek watched as Anna checked her phone again, "Is something wrong?" He asked finally.

Anna smiled a little, "Not really, I'm just worried about Dean. They're up to something and I don't know what it is."

"Are you sure you want to?" Derek replied, thinking of all the things he suspected that Dean had done or was capable of doing.

"That, I really don't know. It's always a tossup when it comes to what my brothers will think of doing for the entertainment value." Anna sat back with a smile, "Our prank wars were the stuff of legend until Dad made us stop. We were always up to something either separately or together."

"Sounds like a typical childhood," Derek mused.

Anna laughed, the sound bursting out of her in that sudden way that only occurs when the laugh comes by surprise. After a moment, she fell silent, "Sorry, but I don't think there's a person on this planet who would say we had a normal childhood."

Derek shrugged, "I just meant that kids are always getting in trouble."

"Yeah," Anna said dryly.

"Excuse me," a hesitant voice said. Derek and Anna looked up to find the secretary leaning in the door. She was a young woman with dark blond hair pulled back in a bun and blue-grey eyes. Derek had never actually seen her look up; she always stared at her desk when he was around.

"Yes Hailey?" Anna asked, because of course Anna knew the name of the secretary. It was part of her 'method' to talk to everyone around her about what was happening. It wasn't just the case, but she asked about local legends, family, and the school district. Anna had a knack for talking to people when she wanted something.

"There's a phone call for 'an FBI agent', he says his name is Rufus Turner." Hailey said.

"I'll take it," Anna said, jumping to her feet, "which phone?"

"You can use this one here, its line five," Hailey replied, gesturing out the door.

Derek followed the two of them out of the room, leaning against the door frame as Anna picked up the phone, "Hello, Rufus Turner?" Anna said briskly. "This is Anna Campbell; I'm with the FBI team." She wrapped her free hand around her stomach and stared at the wall. "I see, Mr. Turner." She smiled a little and glanced down. "I spoke with your niece, actually. She didn't mention a faith healer." Anna began playing with the phone cord as she listened some more. "Could you tell me the name of this man? It might be pertinent to the investigation." Reaching out, Anna grabbed a pen and scribbled some things down on a post it note she stole of the officer's desk she was using. "Mr. Turner, someone involved with the case may need to contact you again to discuss this, or even visit you in person. Is there a way we can get in contact?" A pause, Anna grabbed a second note, "Sir, I promise, no one outside the team and the officers will have access to this." She scribbled something down and nodded, "All right Mr. Turner. Thank you for coming forward. Hopefully we'll be able to solve this." A final pause, "If it's in my power, you'll know." The pair said farewell and Anna turned, looking triumphant.

"Well?" Derek asked.

"My friends are wonderful people," Anna replied, "where's my phone, oh hell, give me your phone."

Derek handed it over, "I want to know what's going on, Anna."

"I'll explain, just let me talk to Garcia first," Anna said. She flipped his phone open and moments later was grinning at whatever Garcia said, "Really Garcia, if I knew you swung that way." Then she laughed. "Sorry, I borrowed Derek's phone. I need you to look someone up. Daniel Broadmore." Another long pause, "If you could just get it all ready, Hotch is about to start talking profile and I'd like to trump him for a change." A laugh, "Thanks girl."

Hotch, followed by the rest of the team, walked into the station as Anna handed Derek his phone back, "Ready for the show?" Anna asked with a sly smile before turning, "Hotch! I need to talk to everyone real quick."

Anna pushed Derek into the conference room and took a perch on the conference table, blissfully ignoring Hotch's stare when the other man came in. "Derek?" Hotch asked.

"I have no clue," Derek said, "Anna's the one with the cards today."

Anna smiled sweetly, "I was chatting with Hannah Pembroke yesterday, remember? She told me about how she had an uncle named Rufus Turner who works in the occult circles, or he used to before his paranoia overcame his sanity. Thing is Rufus used to pal around with Uncle Bobby until Hannah's mother died. When I figured that out, I called Bobby. Rufus Turner is a class A nut job, he believes that the supernatural is real and he's their unified target. Thing is, he's got friends in the community, among them is a faith healer. I'm sorry, there are some gifts and abilities that I accept, but faith healing is a crock at the best of times. Turner believes, and got his friend to come down and do some lying of hands or whatever on the kids. According to Mrs. Pembroke, the guy never put in an appearance, but the kids all got better. A few weeks later, Hannah got a," Anna paused, her face going dark in an instant, "a bill," she spat the word out as if it were disgusting, "for some kind of 'astral projection healing' that she tossed. Mr. Pembroke never knew about the bill, and he doesn't know much of anything about Turner. He's very skeptical of religion and regards the supernatural as myths and legends."

"This faith healer," Hotch said, "do you know anything else?"

"Uncle Bobby," Anna replied, "despite what I told him, talked to Turner. Turner called the station here, I talked to him, and he gave me a name. Daniel Broadmore."