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A/N: Sorry guys, I was on vacation and got behind in my updating, but I'm working on it, I promise! The Lesser Key of Solomn is a real book on demonology, although I did play it up a bit.
Morgan couldn't help but sigh as Anna followed Elle over to one of the white boards, "Everything all right?" Reid asked as he sat down beside Morgan.
"Its fine," Morgan replied quietly.
"How did Anna do at the crime scene?" Reid asked.
"It was strange," Morgan said, "but she's got a quick mind. She'll be a good agent with some seasoning."
"You think so," Reid asked, looking over at Anna.
"I know so," Morgan said, "She's smart, has a good eye and she listens. Those are rare qualities in a rookie. I don't think she'll scare easily either, but we'll have to see how she does under pressure."
"That's good," Hotch said as he came up behind them, "what else can you tell me about her?"
Morgan winced slightly, but nodded, "Anna's unique. She's self confidant, strong and certain of her beliefs and she won't hesitate to share them with someone." He glanced over to watch Anna at the white board for a moment, "She's a good agent for a rookie, and will be even better when she's seasoned. In her field, she knows what she's talking about, and outside of it, she's not afraid to ask." He turned away to look at Hotch, "There's something," he thought of how quick she'd shut him down on her father, "I'm not sure what it is, but she's hiding something, something big."
Hotch looked over at Anna, his mouth tightening, "Morgan, I want you to keep an eye on her. Don't let her go off by herself. I'm sorry to ask it of you, but she seems to like you."
Morgan nodded, "Don't worry about it, Hotch."
"Excuse me, Agent Hotchner," one of the officers said nervously.
"Yes?" Hotch asked, turning towards him.
"There's a man here looking for an Agent Campbell," the officer said, "he says his name is Bobby and he brought her something."
"Bobby?" Anna said, her tone a mix of happiness and exasperation, "I told him he didn't have to drive it over." She left the white boards to join them.
"What?" Hotch asked.
Anna blinked and glanced up at him, "A couple of books. Uncle Bobby's storing some of my things until I can get them shipped to my new apartment. I didn't have the ones I wanted to research this ritual with me, but I knew they were with Uncle Bobby. I asked him to messenger them to me here. Where is he?"
"At the front desk," the officer began.
Anna waved her hand slightly as she brushed past him, Morgan glanced at Hotch and followed. "Uncle Bobby!" Anna said with delight, as she hugged an older man standing near the doors.
Morgan gave him a long look, "Uncle Bobby" was about six foot tall, with a baseball cap obscuring most of his salt'n'pepper hair, a grizzled face that wasn't handsome, but certainly wasn't ugly. He was dressed in work boots, jeans and a flannel shirt, all of which had seen better days. "Anna," Bobby said as Anna stepped back, "You're an idjit, you know that?"
Anna laughed, "Maybe I am, but you still didn't have to drive these books over."
"And miss the chance to see you? Never. How's John's boys, have you spoken to them?" Bobby said.
"I don't know what all I can say," Anna said. She glanced around and spotted Morgan, she jerked her head slightly. "But, Bobby, this is Derek Morgan, he's part of the BAU. Agent Morgan, this is Bobby Singer."
"Mr. Singer," Morgan said, offering his hand.
"Agent Morgan," Bobby replied, shaking it once, firmly, his gruff smile faded as he clenched Morgan's hand. "I never had a daughter," he said quietly, "my wife was murdered a long time ago. Anna here, she's like the daughter I never had. You make sure she doesn't get hurt."
"Bobby!" Anna snapped. Morgan glanced over at her as Bobby let go of his hand. "Of all the male…chauvinistic…you asshole! Just because I'm not a boy doesn't mean I'm helpless. I've done my fair share of hunting, solo and team. Hell, I soloed on a hunt long before Dean ever did and you know it."
"Patched you up afterwards too," Bobby replied.
"Oh, like you didn't have to sew Dad or Dean or even Sammy up after a hunt," Anna retorted.
"That isn't the point," Bobby said.
"Then what is," Anna asked softly, her anger vanishing when Bobby gave her a look.
"These," Bobby said, and bent over to pick up a cardboard box, "your books."
Anna smiled, "Thanks again, Bobby." She pulled a slim wallet from her back pocket and opened it, "What do I owe you for gas?"
"Nothing this time," Bobby replied. "Next time, I'll charge you double. Now take this box, its heavy."
Anna shoved her wallet in her pocket and took the box, "I'll call you, Bobby."
"Call me every night," Bobby replied, "let me know you're alive."
"I will," Anna replied.
Bobby tugged his hat lower down on his forehead and walked out of the police station, hunched slightly, "Well," Morgan began.
"That was Bobby," Anna said with a bright smile, "he has a salvage yard and he studies the occult. If I don't know the answer, Bobby does." She shifted the box and headed back into the conference room that had been given to the team. "I'm not a feminist," she added as she slid the box on the table, "I don't want to be compared to anyone else, or to be considered 'better' or 'equal'." She turned and gave him a long look, her green eyes thoughtful, "I just want to have people acknowledge my own skills and abilities for what they are, not in comparison to everyone else."
"What is this?" Reid asked, looking at the box.
"My books," Anna said and pulled the lid open, and gasped.
"What?" Morgan asked.
Anna lifted a large, old book from the box, "Sweet Morrigan," she whispered, and flipped the book open. "It's a copy of the Lesser Key," she said reverently, "I've always wanted a copy. It's considered one of the leading resources for demon summoning and banishment."
"It's a what," Reid asked.
Anna looked up and closed the book, "The Lesser Key of King Solomon is a grimoire that was written in the seventeenth century about summoning and banishing demons from Hell. In occult circles, it's considered one of the best grimoires ever written on the subject. It's hard to find copies of it, by that I mean complete and unabridged, with all the seals, sigils and chants." She set it down carefully on the table, "It's not one of mine though," she looked in the box, "but the rest of this is. He couldn't possibly have meant to give this to me."
"Give you what?" Hotchner asked as he came up to the table with a cup of coffee.
Anna snatched the book off the table and held it away from the coffee, "This is a very old, rather valuable book," she said quietly, "the kind of book I'd give my eyeteeth to own. I never thought I'd see a copy like this."
"What makes it so special," Morgan asked.
"It's written in Latin," Anna said, "not translated, among other things." Cradling the book one handed, she pulled a notebook and two other books from the box, then slipped the Lesser Key back into the box and put the lid on it. "Sorry, I was startled to find that book." She sat down, picked up the spiral and began to page through it.
Derek glanced at Hotch and Reid, knowing they were thinking the same thing he was; Who was the real Anna Campbell, and why was she hiding?