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A/N: To Annoyed Reader...The BAU knows Anna as Anna Campbell, Anna calls Dean and Sam her brothers, but has never actually said that their last name is Winchester ergo, the BAU thinks that they're the Campbells. Since this is Derek's POV, he identifies them as Sam and Dean Campbell. Sam and Dean never corrected the impression because, even if they aren't currently wanted by the FBI, they do have criminal records and find it convienent to let the BAU assume that their last name is Campbell for the time being. It's an alias. Also handy words to keep in mind: misdirection, deception, and plot.
The Campbells arrived at the police station moments after Derek did, "Look," Sam was saying as he climbed out of the Impala, "we already know the ritual Anna was researching. I can do the same research while you're looking through the journal. Between the two of us, it might go that much faster."
"I'll have the journal translated before you can track down all the lore," Dean replied, also getting out, "it's a waste of time."
"Good morning, Agent Morgan," Sam said instead of replying to Dean.
"Good morning," Derek replied, "Sleep well?"
"Well enough," the brothers said in synch, even as they glared at each other.
"We should get started again," Derek suggested, gesturing to the police station.
The trio walked inside and Sam glanced over at him, "Where's the rest of your team?"
"J.J., Hotch and Gideon are already here. Doctor Reid and Elle went to look back over the crime scenes again." Derek replied, deciding not to mention that Spencer's absence had been decided after Dean's actions the day before.
"Doctor Reid's the skinny kid," Dean said, "the one that suggested Anna was dead, right?"
Sam opened the door for them, "Doctor Reid was only quoting known statistics regarding kidnappings," Derek corrected him, "he was in no way implying that Anna was dead."
"Didn't sound like it to me," Dean grunted, hurrying across the bullpen to the conference room without a single glance around.
"Doctor Reid just happened to know those statistics?" Sam inquired as they followed at a slower pace.
"Reid is an eidetic," Derek replied, "and a genius."
Sam nodded, but Derek caught the flash of respect in his eyes. "I'll keep Dean off his case," Sam said.
They stepped into the conference room to find Dean already looking over a page, muttering just loud enough that they could hear him, "'Saw Power Rangers at the diner today, have gained new appreciation for the effect of spandex on male,' dammit Anna!"
"What?" Hotch asked, even as Sam snorted.
Dean glanced up, "Since I don't have time to translate everything, I'm looking for words, like male, or anatomy. Some of it is important, some of it is shit she threw in there to torment me."
"That's not possible," Derek felt compelled to say, "There was no way she'd know you were reading her notes."
"Explain this," Dean retorted, flipping a page, "'Found the world's best pie; note to self, do not tell Dean where the pie is, only torment him with its existence.'"
Sam snorted another laugh even as he picked up one of the books scattered on the table, "Yeah, she's tormenting you all right. Trust Anna to be efficient enough to figure out ways to do it when she isn't here."
Again, the brothers stopped for a moment, as if waiting for something. Then Dean turned back to the notebook and Sam began to flip through the book in silence. Derek shook his head and turned to study the wall of information they'd accumulated. His eyes darted from image to image, looking for clues. "Got something," Dean announced.
"What?" Hotch asked.
"This guy, he's a dad." Dean said, "She's predicting it at least. 'Until the finale male victim turns up, I cannot do any more than guess, but this particular ritual is often performed by parents of ill children although there is a distinct percentage of children performing this for parents, or siblings for siblings. Whoever this is, there has to be a blood relative of the first degree or the ritual won't work.'"
"What does the final victim have to do with anything?" Jason asked.
"What ritual is it?" Sam retorted.
"Lihannon," Dean said absently.
Sam nodded and went back to flipping through the book.
Derek opened his cell phone and hit speed dial, then speaker, "Information superhighway, speak and be recognized," Garcia said cheerfully.
"Hey Baby Girl," Derek said, "You're on speaker. I was wondering what you could tell us about Ridley Slain, our last victim."
"I thought you'd have something hard," Garcia said. "Ridley Slain, age 31, father of two. The older of the two is Micah, age fourteen and the younger is Rebecca, age eleven. Ridley is divorced, but had primary custody of the children because he was financially stable. His wife had just filed paperwork to renegotiate the custody agreement."
"Thank you," Derek said.
"Any news on Campbell?" Garcia asked.
"Not yet," Derek said.
Anna's phone began to ring, Hotch grabbed it before either of the Campbells could "Agent Campbell's phone," Hotch said. "This is Agent Hotchner, who is this?" Derek absently hung up his phone, watching Hotch. "Mr. Singer, I'm afraid Agent Campbell can't answer her phone, but I can take a message, especially if this pertains to the case."
Derek slid a pad of paper and a pen to Hotch as Hotch put the phone on speaker, "This is an obscure form of the Lihannon ritual," Mr. Singer was saying. "It's possible your killer knows about it. It's a short version of the second half of the ritual, where five women are bound together, and who were taken on the full moon. They are held for three days, and at sundown on the final day, the castor begins the ritual. The upshot is that one of the five is intended as the vessel for Lihannon. Two of the others will be slain by the Goddess for energy and the final two bound to her as handmaidens."
"Three days," Derek said.
"Yes," Singer agreed, "but there's a catch. Mind you, I've only found one reference to it, but it says that a woman who is consecrated by a different God or Goddess cannot be the vessel. Any attempt by Lihannon to poses such a person would result in Lihannon being cast out from the body and possibly even a fight between the two deities."
"If we have any further questions, we'll contact you, Mr. Singer." Hotch said, and hung up the phone.
"Three days," Dean said, looking at Sam, "that's tomorrow." He turned another page of the book, "Come on Anna; just give me something."
"Anna may not, but I have something," Sam said, pulling a scrap of paper from his book. "What's this?" He handed it to Dean.
Dean looked over it, "Sam, write this down." Derek watched, peripherally aware that Detective Bower had stopped in the doorway. "Saw Reid marking a map with the dump sites and abduction sites after they found the first victim. It took me a few hours, but I realized what the pattern was Reid didn't see. If you look at the fact that the first victim was killed in his home, making it the starting point, but the second victim was last seen in the strip center just down the road from that victim. If you follow the road in front of the strip center north, it is a direct line to the second dump site. Three blocks from that dump site is where victim three was last seen. Follow that road south; you get the third dump site. Two blocks to the fourth victim vanished and another road will take us straight to the fourth dump site. There is no surface road, but if you take the interstate straight through town, it is the final line. Finally, all of the dump sites are within two blocks of Loop 833. It makes a pentagram. The final death will be at dawn, and there are three possible sites.'"
"Got it," Sam said.
Derek had pulled out Reid's map and followed Dean's words. "He's right," Derek said looking at Hotch, "it's a pentagram."
"I think we have something," Detective Bower interjected, "someone just called in a tip."
