Disclaimer; I don't own Criminal Minds and Supernatural

A/N: Um yeah, Anna on a sugar high? Oh, and the football thing? I got it from the Dangerverse by whydoyouneedtoknow, it's an HP story, and VERY good.

Morgan stopped by Anna's hotel room and knocked on the door, "Good morning, Agent Morgan." An amused voice said behind him.

Morgan turned to find Anna standing behind him, she was dressed in workout clothes with a bag over her shoulder, "You know," he said with a slight smile, "I believe I said you could call me Derek, Agent Campbell."

Anna smiled at him, "My daddy taught me to respect my elders, Agent Morgan." She shifted her bag, "Do I have time to shower before we have to get back to work?"

"Sure," Morgan replied, "and I'm not that much older than you are." He stepped away from her door.

Anna pulled out her key card and unlocked the door, "Oh, you may not be 'that much older'," her tone was slightly mocking, "but you are a senior agent." She pushed the door open, "And that makes you an elder." She let the door shut behind her.

Morgan stared at her door for a moment and shook his head in amusement. "Morning Morgan," Spencer said as he came out of his room.

"Good morning Spencer," Morgan replied.

"Is Anna up?" Spencer asked.

"I think she was working out," Morgan said, "she just came back to her room."

"Good morning Derek, Spencer," Elle said as she came out of her room. "Where's Anna?"

"Taking a shower," Morgan replied dryly.

"And how do you know that?" Elle asked slyly.

"That's what she said," Morgan said. He froze as his words registered, he closed his eyes as Elle began to laugh.

"What?" Spencer asked.

Morgan smiled, "It's a dirty joke, Spence," he said, "not that I meant it to be a joke, mind you, it was an inadvertent joke."

"I don't understand," Spencer said, "how is 'that's what she said' a joke?"

"Derek what have you been telling him?" J.J. demanded as she joined their group.

"It was an accident," Morgan protested, "I didn't mean for it to come out as a joke."

"I think I need to hear this from the beginning," J.J. said, looking at each of them for a long moment.

"Anna's taking a shower," Morgan replied, "Elle asked me where she was, I said 'in the shower' she asked how I knew, and I said, 'That's what she said.'"

Elle started laughing again as Morgan flinched under J.J.'s scrutiny. Finally, J.J. took Spencer's arm and steered him down the hall talking quietly, perhaps explaining the joke. "I needed that," Elle said, straightening up. "I can't believe you said that."

Morgan glared at her for a moment, "Would you stop," he said, "please. It's no big deal."

"Good morning," Hotch said as he stepped out of his room, Morgan turned and found Gideon in the hall behind him.

"Morning Hotch, morning Gideon," Morgan said.

"Good morning," Elle added.

Anna's door opened and she stepped out, "Oh, wow," she said looking around, "did I miss something?"

Morgan glanced at the young woman and smiled, "No, you didn't. Are you ready for breakfast?"

Anna glanced down at her dark green blouse and gray pants, and back up, "I'm starving, where are we going to eat? Do you think they'll have pie?"

Morgan blinked at her sudden bursts of questions, during which she grabbed her bag from inside her door. "Restaurant in the parking lot," Gideon said, "and I don't think they serve pie for breakfast."

"Oh," Anna said as she slung her bag over her shoulder, "There's a diner down the road that serves pie. It's really good to, I could really go for some pie right now."

"How do you know there's a diner that serves pie here?" Hotch asked as they started for the elevator.

"Because the coffee here is crap," Anna replied, "and I always have at least one cup before my workout. They have four kinds of pie including apple and mixed berry. I had apple and the mixed berry, but right now I want blueberry. That way I can text Dean, wake him up and brag about have three slices of pie before he's even had his coffee."

"Anna," Hotch said as the elevator door slid open, "I would rather you told someone when you were leaving the hotel."

Anna's somewhat cheerful and hyper façade vanished mere seconds after the door slid closed and she spun on Hotch with some of the same temper she'd revealed towards Morgan the day before. "I wasn't aware I had to ask permission," she said tartly. Giving Morgan a sharp glance, she added, "Besides, it's not like I'm helpless here, Agent Hotchner. I can take care of myself a lot better than you seem to think."

"I'm sure that's so," Hotch replied, "but that rule applies to everyone on my team, not just you."

"Oh," Anna took a step back, "Ok, house rules, not me rules." She hitched her backpack up on her shoulder, "I'm sorry. My dad was an overprotective son of a bitch when it came to his only daughter and he taught me to take care of myself. He also tried to 'protect me'." Morgan glanced down to hide his smile at her air quotes. "By the time I was twelve I'd had a gut full of designer rules. I reacted poorly and I apologize."

The elevator opened and Anna stepped out, spinning purposely and speed walking across the lobby. Elle walked quickly to keep up with her but Morgan stayed with Gideon and Hotchner. "She's an interesting personality," Gideon offered once the lobby doors closed.

"I like her," Morgan replied idly, "she's got spirit."

They were quiet as they crossed the parking lot to the restaurant, where J.J., Spencer, Elle and Anna had pushed tables together. When they got close enough, Anna looked up at Morgan with a bright smile, "They have pie, for breakfast! Dean's going to be pissed." Her smile was so gleeful that Morgan found that he was smiling back before he even thought about it.

"So, Anna," Elle said as they perused the menus, "do you have any favorite sports teams?"

"Not really," Anna replied, "I mean, I grew up around 'manly men', so I've watched football, but I've never been a fan of senseless violence." She picked up her menu and studied for a moment, "Or committees for that matter."

"What?" Hotch asked, his voice filled with surprise and disbelief.

"I don't know who said it," Anna said, staring at her menu like it held all the answers, "But it is said that American Football is a combination of the two worst facets of American culture: violence and committee meetings. Besides you can't see asses or faces in those uniforms, how do you know who the cute guys are so you can cheer them on?"