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A/N: The plot thickens...

A week, Morgan thought as he opened the door to the diner, and we're no closer than we were when we got here. He cast an eye over the diner, nodding at the regulars who signaled good morning to him and made his way back to the BAU's regular spot. Everyone but Anna was there, "Have you seen Anna?" He asked them as he approached the table.

"I haven't," Elle said, "I thought she was working out."

"No," Reid said, surreptitiously rubbing his shoulder where Anna had nailed him with a shoe the morning before.

"No," Jason and Hotch said in unison while J.J. shook her head.

"Well," Morgan said, "she isn't in her room, I called her room phone. She isn't at the hotel gym either and the lady at the desk just came on duty."

"Maybe she went to that diner she likes," Elle offered.

"Not without telling someone," Morgan replied, "ever since Hotch told her to, she makes sure she talks to someone."

"All the same," Hotch said, "someone should go down there."

Elle lifted her fork, "I'm done," she said, "and I went there with her the other night. I'll be back in ten minutes. She probably just got distracted by the pie."

Looks went around the table, and J.J. smiled slightly, Anna's obsession with pie was probably the most consistent thing about her. Morgan slid into a seat as Elle stood up, "Thanks," he said.

"No problem," Elle replied, "I like Anna too."

Morgan watched Elle leave, and smiled as the waitress, Emma, came by, "Morning, Agent Morgan," the older black woman said with a smile as she poured him some coffee, "Sleep well?"

"Well enough," Morgan replied, "I'll have pancakes and bacon."

"Short stack," Emma replied, "give it five." Morgan nodded slightly as he added sugar and cream to his cup.

The rest of the team was done eating, and Morgan almost done when Elle came back, "Anna wasn't there," she said quietly, holding up a spiral notebook, "but she was earlier this morning."

"Outside," Hotch ordered.

"I'll get the check," Gideon said.

Morgan followed the others out to the SUVs, where Elle opened the notebook, "Anna left this at the diner with the waitress, for any 'FBI Agent' who came looking for her. According to the waitress, Melanie, Anna showed up at two am complaining about insomnia. She had just this notebook and her cell phone with her. Melanie remembered her because she ate eight slices of pie, two of everything but the rhubarb. At six this morning, Anna became rather excited and claimed she'd figured something out and asked Melanie to watch her spiral. She intended to come back for it, but if she didn't, anyone who had an FBI badge would work."

"What was she working on," Hotch asked.

"I don't know," Elle replied, "almost all of it is in code."

"Almost all?" Derek said, trying to look at the page Elle had it open to.

"She left us a note," Elle replied as Jason joined them. "Team, sorry if I disappeared this morning, but I figured something out about the Unsub. Two things, actually, one of which I have to check out, the other should help you with your profile. The Unsub is Pagan. He isn't a fanatic, but he won't hide it. I don't expect my trip to take long, but I'll be back by nine at the latest. If I don't come back, Dean knows how to break my cipher, just call Bobby to get in touch with him. Hoping you never read this, AMC."

"We already suspected he was pagan," Reid said, "given the occult connection."

"It's eight," Morgan said, "I know she said nine, but she expected for us to not know she was gone. Something happened to her."

Hotch's cell phone rang, "Agent Hotchner," he said, turning away. "Yes," he said after a moment, "all right. I'll meet you there." Turning back to the team he said, "They just found another body, another man. Morgan, Elle, you're with me. Jason, Reid, J.J., head to the police station. Reid, see what you can make of Anna's notes."

The team split up, and Morgan couldn't help but feel grateful that Hotch was driving, "What was she thinking," he asked after a moment.

"She probably wants to prove herself," Elle offered, "we were talking about that yesterday, since we're both new to the team."

"You didn't run off," Morgan snapped back.

"Anna feels a lot of pressure," Elle replied, her tone slightly less harsh, "Because she burned some bridges when she left her family. Not to mention she was recommended to the Bureau by David Rossi, and Anna wants to prove that he didn't make a mistake."

"Rossi recommended her," Hotch repeated.

"Yes," Elle said, "I don't know if either of you listen when she talks, but she has a dozen stories about how she met Rossi, but it all boils down to, he recommended her and she looks up to him."

They finished the ride in silence, and met Detective Bower, "It's the same MO," he told them, "and last night was the full moon. Looks like Agent Campbell called it."

"Indeed," Hotch said as Morgan walked past them to look at the crime scene. It was a parking lot flanked on one side by a shopping center, and with a fast food restaurant and a club on the other side. The body lay behind the restaurant and in front of the club, out of casual line of sight, but still pretty open.

"Morning, Agent Morgan," Officer Jesper said.

"Officer Jesper," Morgan replied, "find anything interesting?"

"Depends on what you'd call interesting," Jesper said, jerking his head slightly. "Now, most of this is the same as we've been seeing, but if you'll come with me, there's something new here."

Morgan followed Jesper around the edge of the crime scene to where a tech was snapping pictures behind a dumpster for the restaurant. "More runes," Morgan said.

"More than that," Jesper replied, "these weren't done by the same person. It's not blood either, it's spray paint."

"I wonder what it was used for," Morgan said.

"I have a cousin," Jesper said, "He's the black sheep of the family. Most of them think he's crazy to. About ten years ago, he went completely crazy and took off. My old man tracked him down by following a string of petty crimes and such that he committed. Dad found him, all right, in a hospital, looking like he'd had the crap kicked out of him. Now Cousin Mike, he served his time and came home, and hasn't made any trouble since, but when he drinks he'll swear up, down and sideways that he was possessed by a demon and he was saved by a guy and his two kids."

"All right," Morgan said, wondering what that had to do with anything.

"Now, when Mike came home from prison, he did some redecorating around the outside of his house. His front and back porch have this symbol painted on the underside of the overhang. Calls them 'devil traps', to make sure he doesn't get possessed again." Jesper crossed his arms, "Apparently, they hold someone who is demon possessed until an exorcist can be performed."

Morgan pulled out his cell phone, "You're sure this is the same," he asked.

"Positive," Jesper replied.

Morgan pulled up Anna's number and let it ring. "When push comes to shove, you taste what you're made of."

Morgan cursed under his breath spinning around, "Where is that coming from?" He said.

"Here," Jesper said, "behind the dumpster."

Together, they pushed the dumpster enough to reveal an all too familiar backpack half dumped, a broken camera and a cell phone. Morgan turned, "HOTCH!" He shouted.