Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds, Supernatural

A/N: I don't know anything about PTSD or survivor's guilt beyond that they exist. I do not write this to imply any knowledge there of save only to imply that these are very severe medical conditions and should be treated as such.

Anna was shattered. Derek hadn't known what to expect when he arrived at the Arizona Memorial, but the look on Anna's face had stopped the words he'd been about to say. Between the devastated look on her face, bruises and sling, Anna looked like she'd been through a terrible experience. When she spotted Derek, Anna summoned up a smile that looked painful, and reached up to tuck something under her shirt. From the flash of metal, Derek realized that she'd been wearing dogtags. The red head standing next to her, the nurse from the hospital, looked worried as Derek walked up. "Hi Derek," Anna said.

"Anna," Derek began.

"Agent Morgan," the nurse said, "do you have a moment."

"Charlie, right," Derek said.

"It's Chip," the nurse said, catching his arm and drawing him away from Anna. "Look, I'm sorry. Anna wanted to come out here and since your boss has effectively taken her off the case she said it wouldn't be a problem."

"I wouldn't say Anna's off the case," Derek hedge, crossing his arms. He glanced over at Anna, who was looking back at the building. "Is she ok? What happened?"

Chip took a breath and rubbed the back of his neck, "I wasn't there when the squad was attacked. I finished my tour and I was getting out when I heard what happened. Anna says she's fine, but she looked me in the eyes and said it was just a scratch and I believed her until one of the other girls walked into the showers and found her stitching up a six inch wound in her side all on her own. I'm no shrink, but if Anna isn't dealing with PTS, she's certainly got survivor's guilt. There's a memorial out there where survivors of the attack on Pearl Harbor were interred with the ship when they died later on, that's what affected her."

"I'll keep that in mind," Derek said after a moment, "but right now, we have to go." He hesitated, "Are there any medical instructions we should be aware of or limitations?"

"No," Chip said. "Anna's got a trick shoulder, so mostly she's going to be sore. She should keep the sling on and take the pain pills, but," and here Chip clapped his shoulder and gave him a huge grin, "I wish you all the luck in the world for pulling that off." He walked over to Anna, exchanged a quick hug and then walked off.

"Interesting friend," Derek said as he walked over to Anna.

"Chip is a lesson on individuality and self determination," Anna replied. "He survived cancer twice before he was eighteen, his mom's dead and his dad dumped him on his aunt right before the remission. Chip's the one who taught me to be 'the best me that I have ever been'. He's settled down some since the military, but he's still Chip where it counts." She smiled at Derek, "Let's get going, I bet that Hotch wants to yell at me."

"If you'd stayed at the hospital until I came to get you," Derek began as they started out into the parking lot.

"I stayed all night," Anna said, "which is more than I wanted to do, remember?"

Derek really didn't have a response to that because it was true. Instead, he just led the way to the car and opened the door for her. "In you get," he said.

"Thank you," Anna said with a smile.

By the time Derek had reached his side of the car, however, Anna had pulled off her sling and was fussing with her hair in the mirror, making sure the short spikes hadn't been flattened. "You should be wearing that," Derek said, nodding at the sling in her lap.

"I'm fine," Anna said, "it doesn't bother me at all, those doctors just don't appreciate a soldier's pain threshold." She absently tugged her green button down straight and fastened her seatbelt. "Besides, Hotch is going to treat me like an invalid if he sees me wearing that and I am so totally not."

"If you say so," Derek muttered.

Anna filled the drive back to the police station with stories of the Marines, every story, every word even, pushing back the emotional wreck she'd been when Derek had first seen her. By the time they walked into the station, Anna was acting no different than she had been before the accident. "Hotch," she called as she walked in, "Aloha!"

"Agent Campbell," Hotch said as he stepped out of the conference room.

"Are you mad at me because I spent the morning not thinking about the case?" Anna asked, "Because I was under the impression that you didn't want me to work the case. Besides, we're in Hawaii, what's the point in being here if you don't take the time to see Pearl Harbor?"

Hotch ushered Anna into the conference room and Derek followed quietly, "Next time I tell you to stay at the hospital, you do that," Hotch said in a quiet, intense way.

"Is this because of the girl?" Anna asked, "Because she's still in ICU and unconscious. There are so many cops hanging around up there you'd think the governor was in the hospital. The unsub almost succeeded in crushing her windpipe before I shouted, and she's got a tube in her throat right now." Anna sat down at a chair at the table, "Oh and Chip is coming by later with a friend of his. He was dating Carrie before she died and from what Chip could tell me, he knows a few things that could blow this case wide open. That's part of why we went to Pearl Harbor, he works there with the park service. Unfortunately, he wasn't working today but since we were there, we opted to just see the memorial anyways."

"You went to Pearl Harbor to question a witness," Hotch said, clearly a little lost by Anna's words.

"Well, yeah," Anna said, like it was utterly obvious. "Luke will be here as soon as Chip tracks him down, but hopefully it'll be soon enough. Oh, and I heard about this awesome restaurant over in North Shore, called Haleiwa Joe's, but I doubt you'd let me do dinner with friends over there so I'll just have to wait until I can white knuckle a commercial flight back. Chip says they do some really awesome deserts, but I bet they don't do pie because he changed the subject when I asked. Did I mention I was hungry, because, you know, I'm starving. I'd rather eat cooked spinach than eat hospital food although they probably have the same taste and consistency, and they only serve Jell-O, not pie, which is ridiculous because pie makes everyone feel better."

"Anna," Hotch snapped.

The door to the conference room opened and Elle stepped in, "Hotch, there's a guy here named Luke Winter who says he was dating Carrie Jones before she died. He also said that his friend Chip Thorne said that Anna wanted him to come down and talk with us."

"Ok," Hotch said, "I am going to go talk to him. Elle, would you mind doing a lunch run for everybody?"

"Sure," Elle said, "I'm starving."

"Anna, stay here. We'll talk more later." Hotch added before he walked out the door.