Disclaimer: I own neither Criminal Minds or Supernatural.
A/N: You asked for it, I deliver. I make no promises of always maintaining this rate of updating, so enjoy it while it lasts! Also, I really need to practice things like creating and delivering a profile, but I trust that I will get better at it as I continue to write Criminal Minds and devise cases (occult or not) for Anna to help the BAU solve.
The police station hummed with activity as the calls began to come in, four hours after they had found Anna's belongings stuffed behind a dumpster at a crime scene, "What do we have," Hotchner asked.
"There are five women missing including Agent Campbell," Detective Bower said, "all of them were in that parking lot at some point in the last twelve hours, none of them have been seen since."
"Tell me," Hotchner said.
"Maurine Perez, age 20," Bower said, "she was at the restaurant buying coffee when they opened, on her way to work." He tapped the picture of a pretty, young Hispanic woman. "Kristina Wright, age 24, works as a bartender at the club behind the restaurant. Her car was still in the parking lot. Lara Sanders and Nora Richardson were supposed to open the coffee shop in the strip center at five, their boss arrived at five thirty to find both gone."
J.J. slid a copy of Anna's ID photo onto the table, "And Anna Campbell, FBI Agent. We don't know what she was doing there."
Hotch turned, "Reid, what can you make out of her notebook."
"Nothing," Reid said. I've tried every combination I can think of. I'm not sure if the cipher base is even English." He laid the notebook flat, "I got the most luck with a shifted cipher, where you take the alphabet and move it over. I got some Latin words that I looked up, 'Father, ill kids, building', but the rest of it, I just can't understand."
"On Monday, she was talking about Sanskrit," Derek offered as he toyed with Anna's cell phone.
"Got to fight another fight, got to run another night."
"That's Anna's brother," Reid said, "at least, that's the ringtone from last time."
"Answer it Morgan," Hotch said, "Anna said they could help."
Derek pressed the talk button, "Anna's phone," he said.
"Who is this?" A man said belligerently.
"I am Agent Derek Morgan, who is this?" Derek replied.
"You one of those BAU people," the man said warily.
"I am," Derek replied, "is this Dean?"
"I might be."
"I need to know if you are," Derek said, "we need your help."
"What happened to Anna?" Dean demanded.
"Are you Dean?" Derek repeated.
"I am, where's my sister," Dean replied.
A voice in the background, "Dean, what's going on?"
Derek put the phone on speaker and Hotch leaned over, "Mr. Campbell, this is Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner. Agent Campbell went missing this morning while tracking a lead on our case."
"Shit," Dean swore, "I thought you guys would keep an eye on her."
"Mr. Campbell, Anna left a notebook behind that we believe has information that can lead us to her," Hotch continued. "Our problem is, she's written her notes in a cipher that we can't translate. She left a note that said you could."
"I imagine I can," Dean replied, cautiously.
Derek closed his eyes and thought of the facts and jokes Anna had made, "Mr. Campbell," he said, "I promise that nobody here is going to run a criminal background check if you come help us find Anna. I also know that Anna has deal with your friend Bobby Singer that she'll pay him for any advice or assistance he gives her. Whatever that deal is, I'll make it double."
"You know Bobby?" A second voice asked.
"I shook his hand on Monday," Derek replied, "you would be Sam then?"
"I am," Sam replied. "Dean had to go punch a wall. Anna said you were in Lawson, Missouri?"
"Yes," Derek agreed.
There was a rustle of paper, "We can be there tomorrow at the latest," Sam replied, "probably late tonight depending on how many times Dean gets us pulled over on the way. Hopefully, we won't get arrested on the way."
"If you do," Derek said, "call Anna's phone, we'll have it in reach."
"Ok," Sam said, "thank God I'm taller," he muttered as he hung up.
Derek closed Anna's phone and eyed Reid, "Anna's brother Dean probably has a criminal record, I know that Anna does from what she's said and not said."
"Is that why she pleads the fifth all the time?" Reid asked.
"I wouldn't be surprised," Derek replied.
"I think we need to release a preliminary profile on our killer," Hotch said finally, "Detective Bower?"
Derek really couldn't think of how many times he'd stood in a police department and listened to Hotch begin his speech. The difference being that this time, Derek wanted to be out in the streets, or doing something that would get their missing agent back. "Our unsub is a white male," Hotch began, looking at the group, "a father, possibly a single father. We believe that he is in his late twenties to mid thirties."
"He's not a Christian," Derek added, "he's probably identified himself as a Pagan to his coworkers."
"He works in construction, or with his hands," Gideon added.
"He's ritualistic, possibly OCD," Elle added.
"He's comfortable with the city," Reid added, "he probably grew up here."
"You probably know him, but you wouldn't notice him," Hotch finished.
"All right guys," Detective Bower said, "let's find this bastard."
"I do not have a good feeling about this," Derek said as the BAU team headed back into their conference room, "How do we know this is the same unsub?" His phone rang, he pulled it out and couldn't help the involuntary smile, "Baby Girl, you're on speaker," he said.
"Your police techs did something right," Garcia announced, "I have what's left of the camera memory in front of me."
"Please tell me you have something," Derek said.
"Most of the images have been degraded from the damage to the processes," Garcia said, "but I have one that is definitely the victim, alive. She took the picture through something, possibly a vehicle window, but the edges aren't clear enough."
"Are you sure he's alive?" Hotch asked.
"His eyes are open, and his hands were moving." Garcia replied. "I also have two pictures of a woman that came through perfectly, the first is of her standing by a light colored car. The second is her being dragged by a black figure to a van."
"Send us those pictures," Hotch ordered.
"On their way," Garcia replied. "I also tapped Campbell's phone. She made one call to a number in South Dakota, one Ellen Harvelle, at six-fifteen for three minutes, and then attempted to call Bobby Singer at six-twenty, but the call never connected. Next call I have is from Derek at seven thirty, and at seven-forty five. Elle made a call at seven-fifty eight. None of those three connected."
"Give me the number for Ellen Harvelle," Hotch said, grabbing a pen.