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A/N: Pele is the Hawaiian Goddess of the Volcano. There is an error in this story. I'm working on fixing it, but it might take time to find it back. I welcome you guys to find it. Good news! One to two chapters remain. Probably one. Enjoy!

"Right," Hotchner said into his phone, "good premise, J.J., there's just one problem."

"One problem?" J.J. asked quietly.

Hotchner moved out of the way of a photographer, "Keoni Darwin is dead. He's been strangled, with an ace of heart glued to his forehead. It's been a day or two."

"What can we do to help?" J.J. asked.

Hotchner closed his eyes, "Anna's off medical leave as long as she takes Reid with her. Find out about people that knew Carrie and Keoni. The two of them are the key."

They hung up and Hotch knelt to take a closer look at the face of Keoni Darwin. "What do you think?" Morgan asked behind him.

"Someone came after him for a reason," Hotch replied. "We need to figure out what the reason was."

"Wasn't there someone else here?" Elle asked. "The girl from Honolulu, where is she?"

"Gina," Hotch said, "and good question." He looked at her, "why don't you see what you can find?'

"On it," Elle replied, pulling out her cell phone.

They wrapped up at Keoni's home and were at the police station when Hotch's phone rang, "Hello?" Hotch said.

"It's J.J.," J.J. said, "I need someone to question a suspect."

"Ok," Hotch replied.

"His name is Alan McDermitt and he works on the top of the Mauna Kea at the observatory." J.J. said. "He's been going to the U of H to talk with astronomy students. Get this, he flies with Keoni Darwin when he goes, they're buddies from the Alliance."

"I'm sending somebody now," Hotch replied.

"Thanks," J.J. said, "be glad Anna's not over there."

"Why's that?" Hotch asked.

"I'll explain later, or she will." J.J. replied dryly.

"I'll call you back with news," Hotch said, "keep looking over there."

"We will," J.J. said, "oh and Anna said to tell you that she'd back a possession story if you have to shoot this guy. She's doing something with her computer and won't explain."

"I'll remember that," Hotch replied.

The drive to the top of Mauna Kea was long and quickly went from warm to cold the further up they went. "The truth of elevation," Derek mused suddenly from the back seat.

"I'm sorry?" Hotch asked.

"Just thinking about how the temperature is dropping so quickly," Derek said. "It's a perfect example of elevation. You think of the weirdest things at the weirdest time."

"I think you're spending too much time with Anna," Elle grumbled.

"I think someone is going to have to spend a lot more time with her," Gideon said. "Anna Campbell has a good mind, but she's not used to our style of team work."

"She is trying though," Derek pointed out, "you have to give her that. She did try to contact me, I just didn't respond."

"True," Hotch said, glancing briefly at Gideon before focusing on the narrow road and the car in front of them. "She is trying."

"She hasn't made the same mistake twice," Derek added. "Once a rule is established, she does follow it for the most part. You can't fault her as an investigator either. She finds information for us."

Hotch sighed, "If you're trying to keep me from reporting Anna's actions, rest assured that I have an alternative available to me. I would, however, like to focus, this road is terrible."

Silence reigned and Hotch focused on driving, trying to put the thought of his newest, and quirkiest agent out of his mind. They reached the observatory about an hour later, the two state police cars with them parking beside them. The agents slid out and headed for the door, none of them bothering to hide their arrival.

A scream of terror jolted the agents into a run. Hotch pulled his gun as Gideon dropped back to let Derek run beside him. "Elle, Gideon," Hotch said and gestured. The two waved and split up each collecting a police officer and heading around the building, looking for another entrance.

A second scream had Hotch easing the door open.

Gunfire made him release the door and backed out of the way, bringing Derek with him. They had just moved out of the entrance when the doors were kicked open. A woman stumbled out the door, shoved by a man in a science coat. "Who are you?" The man demanded.

Hotch lifted his ID, "Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner," he said, "FBI. We're looking for Alan McDermitt in relations to the death of Carrie Jones."

"Darwin killed Carrie," the man said, "he confessed to me. He told me he did it."

"Are you Alan McDermitt?" Hotch asked.

"Doctor McDermitt," the man said.

"Ok, then put the gun down," Hotch said, "and you can explain how Keoni Darwin came to confess that he killed Carrie Jones."

"No," McDermitt said, as he pulled the woman closer to him, gun coming to rest against the side of her said. "No, I won't."

Hotch shifted his stance and lifted his gun, "What do you want Doctor McDermitt?"

"What do you think I want?" McDermitt said, "I want these, these Aces to stop jerking people around."

"Killing people isn't going to change anything," Hotch said. "All it's going to do is leave you sitting in a jail cell."

"That's what you think," McDermitt said.

"Put the gun down," Hotch said, firmly.

"No," McDermitt said.

"Put it down before something happens that we all regret," Hotch said.

"That's what you think," McDermitt said, he shoved the woman away and pointed his gun at Hotch.

Two guns roared as Hotch moved. McDermitt jerked as the bullets struck him.

Derek, who had been standing behind McDermitt, kicked the man's gun away as Elle hurried to the woman, "Are you ok?" She asked.

"He killed Keoni," the woman said, "He was."

"It's ok," Elle said gently, "he's not going to hurt you."

"Ms. Gina Magre," Gideon said, "everything's going to be ok."

"Agent Gideon," the woman said, and blinked a few times. "I thought you went back to Honolulu?"

"We came back to speak with Darwin, and then we came up to talk to McDermitt about Carrie Jones," Gideon said.

"Pele was watching over me today," Ms. Magre said, and whispered something Hotch couldn't make out as Gideon helped her stand.

Hotch looked over at Derek, who shook his head. McDermitt was dead.