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A/N: I don't know much about injuries, but basically Anna was hurt really badly, so was Dean.

As much as Morgan enjoyed watching the children be reunited with their parents, he itched to get to the hospital to check on Anna. She had been coughing blood by the time the helicopters arrived to whisk the four Campbells away, and barely responsive. "Morgan," Hotch said, cutting through Morgan's thoughts. "Let's go."

Hannah Pembroke caught Morgan's sleeve, "Where is Agent Campbell?" She asked quietly.

Morgan hesitated, "She was injured, ma'am," he said finally. "We're about to see her in the hospital now." He managed a smile, "Anna will be fine, Mrs. Pembroke. You should worry about your son."

Hannah nodded and turned to hug her son again, pulling his brother to her as she did so. Morgan turned and hurried to join his team as they slipped out of the building. "We do still need to do our reports," Gideon said, "but we'll check on Anna first." They climbed into the SUV, with Hotch driving and Gideon beside him.

"Have we heard anything?" Elle asked as she buckled up in the row behind Morgan.

"Just that she's still in emergency surgery," Hotch replied.

Morgan swallowed. "Morgan," Gideon said as Hotch pulled away from the station, "do you know why that woman called Anna Winchester?"

Morgan shook his head, in fact, he'd almost forgotten, "I don't," he said, "but Anna seemed to know the woman. Maybe we should ask her."

"We could," Hotch said, "if the woman was still around. She escaped."

"What about Broadmore?" Reid asked.

"That was the dead body," Gideon replied.

"Wow," Elle said, "not exactly a banner day for us."

The team fell into silence as Hotch drove to the hospital, where they piled out quickly. They headed into the main entrance and Hotch lead the way to the desk. "I'm FBI Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner," he told the woman behind the desk, holding up his badge, "one of my agents, Anna Campbell, was admitted earlier this evening."

The woman nodded and typed on her computer for a moment, "She's still in surgery, sir. They have her on the second floor. The elevator is just down there, go left on the second floor, you'll see the nursing station before you get to the waiting room."

"Thank you," Hotch replied.

They headed upstairs, where Gideon spoke to the nurse at the station and the others found seats in the waiting room. "Do you think there's a law somewhere that says waiting room chairs in hospitals must be uncomfortable?" Morgan asked Elle as they settled.

Elle shook her head with a slight smile. Gideon came over to them, "The nurse is letting someone know we're here. I took the liberty of checking on Anna's family. Sam Campbell had only lacerations and bruises to add to his concussion, he'll be staying the night for observation. John Campbell has a dislocated shoulder in addition to his gun shot, it was a through and through on his left thigh, with minor bruises and lacerations. Dean sustained severe internal injuries at the hands of their captors, multiple broken bones, plus a concussion that was made worse during the accident. They've already done some exploratory surgery to deal with the internal bleeding. He's still unconscious with no sign of waking up."

"Excuse me," someone said as the team exchanged glances, "are you here for Agent Campbell?"

It was a doctor in a bloody apron, who looked exhausted. "Yes," Hotch said, standing, "I'm Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner, this is SSA Jason Gideon. How is Agent Campbell?"

"She's still in surgery," the doctor said, "Our pulmonary specialist is overseeing the operation." He took a deep breath, "I assume you were aware that Agent Campbell carried shrapnel in her back?"

"Yes," Hotch said, "she's a former Marine, medical discharge, because of it."

"Of course," the doctor nodded. "The force of the eighteen wheeler striking Agent Campbell's vehicle was at such force that the shrapnel entered her right lung. We've managed to inflate the lung, and our specialist is currently removing the shrapnel. Agent Campbell is looking at a very long, very difficult recovery, given that we had to break several of her ribs to reach the shrapnel. It's entirely possible that her injuries will preclude Campbell from working as a field agent ever again. Not to mention the damage to her brain; there is significant cranial swelling at this point, if it gets any worse." He took a deep breath, "We cannot predict how she will recover at this juncture." He looked at each of them, "I am sorry for this, but I must get back to the surgery."

"Do whatever it takes," Hotch told him in the impassive, unemotional way that Morgan knew was his best defense against breaking down.

Morgan put his hand around Elle's shoulders as the other agent buried her face in her hands. All they could do was wait for news.

/…/

The doctor didn't return for three hours, long enough for Morgan to make a coffee run to the cafeteria and for the sheriff to come by with even more bad news. The men they'd arrested at the cabin were dead, throats slit. The camera in the jail had gone to static just before they died. The sheriff also brought Anna's backpack with him, explaining that there had been a reporter snooping around.

Derek took charge of the bag, unsurprised to find Anna's notebook on top when he opened it. He zipped it closed again and set it on the chair beside him. "Agent Hotchner?"

They all looked up as the doctor appeared, "Yes?" Hotch asked.

"Agent Campbell has made it through surgery," the doctor said. "While she is in recovery now, she is not out of the woods yet."

/…/

"Don't come around tonight, it's bound to take your life."

Anna opened her eyes and groaned. She was in a hospital bed. She sat up, and then stood up, mildly surprised that she didn't hurt. Leaving the bed behind, growling at her hospital gown, she headed for the door. She was going to find some shoes and an AMA form if that was what it took to get out of the hospital, she'd spent to damn much of her time in one already.

The corridor was empty; from the window at the end of the hall, she could tell it was night time. Anna turned away from the window and walked down the hall, shivering a little in the cold air. The corridor opened into a waiting room on the left and Anna looked in to see Elle, Derek, and Reid sitting there. "What happened?" She asked as she walked over to them, "and where are my clothes, my shoes, my, is that my backpack? Hand it over Morgan."

None of them looked at her.

"Hello," Anna said, waving her arms a little.

"What do you think is going to happen?" Reid asked quietly.

"I don't know," Morgan replied. "I really don't know, Reid."

"Hotch is going to get busted for this," Elle said, "He shouldn't have let Anna leave."

"It's not Hotch's fault," Reid said, "Dean was hurt and needed to get to a hospital quickly."

"But Hotch let Anna drive," Morgan said.

"What happened?" Anna demanded a sinking feeling in her gut.

"Any word?" A voice asked and J.J. walked past Anna without looking at her.

"Nothing," Morgan said. "Any news about Hotch?"

"No," J.J. replied. "Strauss hasn't called him back. I did stop by and see Sam. He borrowed my cell phone to call Mr. Singer about the Impala."

"What about the Impala?" Anna asked.

"The Impala is totaled," Morgan said, "they'd be better to sell it for scrap."

Anna shook her head and looked back down the hall to her room. "No way," she whispered before heading down the hallway again. There, in the bed, was her body.

"There's a bad moon on the rise."