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A loud voice brought Morgan out of his examination of crime scene photos; he looked around the conference room. Reid was sitting up and brushing his hair from his face, clearly trying to look as if he hadn't been sleeping. J.J. and Elle were already starting to stand while Jason and Hotch were at the door, opening it fully. "Look," someone was saying, "We've been on the road for hours, because the FBI asked us to be here. Could you, I don't know, tell them that the Campbells are here?" Without conscious thought, Derek stood up, as did Reid, and the whole team poured out into the station proper to meet the Campbells.

There was a moment of confusion as the agents sorted themselves out, but Morgan's first impression of the pair was exceptional normality. He had subconsciously decided that Anna's brothers would be as unique as she was. This pair of young men looked like a pair of blue collar works, the sort who worked at a plant or in construction and drank too much beer on the weekend. "Mr. Campbell," Hotch said, drawing attention away from the hapless officer the pair was confronting. "I'm Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner, we spoke on the phone."

"Have you found her?" The shorter of the pair asked as he stepped forward.

Someone's been trained, Derek thought, noting it in the way even the man's most casual of gestures were economically played. "Not yet," Hotch said. "This is my team, Supervisory Special Agents Jason Gideon, Jennifer Jareau, Elle Greenway, Derek Morgan and Doctor Spencer Reid."

"Yeah, whatever," the short one began.

"Dean," the taller of the two said, gripping his shoulder tightly. "I apologize, Agents," he continued with a slight smile. "We've been on the road since we spoke with you." Derek studied the man for a long moment, he'd met some tall people in his time, even cherished his memory of working crowd control at a Chicago Bulls game because he'd gotten an autographed basketball out of the deal. This young man was easily as tall as many of the professional basketball players, but he drew himself in, even though his shoulders were squared. He had an earnest look on his face that was a little bit apologetic, as if he were always apologizing for being taller than everyone else in the room.

"It's all right," J.J. said easily.

"I'm Sam," the tall one added, "and this is Dean." He paused, "Anna's twin."

"Morgan," Hotch said, "show the Campbells Anna's notebook."

"Right," Derek agreed. "If you will come into the conference room," he added.

"Actually," Sam said, "if someone could point me to the men's room?"

"I'm headed that way," Jason said, "come with me."

Derek led Dean into the conference room, "We've been working on the case in here," he said, "both of them."

"Both?" Dean replied sharply. As the younger man glanced at him sharply, Derek realized that they were the same height. Dean had simply looked smaller standing next to his tall brother. Another contrast, where Sam had been almost humbled by his size, Derek was quick to realize that Dean was arrogant and proud.

"The case that brought us out here," Derek replied, "and the disappearance of five woman, of which Anna is one."

"Right," Dean said, he picked up Anna's spiral and flipped it open to a random page. For a moment, he scanned it, and then he frowned. Then he gave an amused chuckle, "She hasn't changed," he announced, "I can crack this. I need time, paper, pen, a gallon of coffee and the address to that diner Anna's being telling about."

Morgan put a legal pad and pen at one of the few cleared seats at the table, "I'm not sure you'll have time," Reid announced, coming around Morgan, "statistically, every hour that passes after abduction sees a decrease in the likelihood that the victims will be found alive. After forty-eight hours, there's less than a ten percent chance of finding them. Even with that, chances are, the unsub has already killed them."

Dean threw the notebook and had his fist tightening in Reid's shirt before Morgan could blink, "Don't you dare tell me Anna's dead," he snarled. Derek threw himself into the mess, one arm thrusting over Dean's chest to restrain him, the other grappling with the hand Dean clinched in Reid's shirt. Elle was there a second later, coming in from the other side, helping him force Dean to back off. Dean's hand tightened for a second, "Don't you dare. Anna's not dead until I've salted and burned her bones myself."

As suddenly as he'd attacked Reid, Dean let go, his green eyes narrowed and filled with a rage that Derek was used to seeing in fathers suddenly confronted with the violators of their children. "Mr. Campbell," Hotchner said, stepping between Dean and Reid as Derek shifted to bring Dean's arm around behind his back. "I will make an allowance this once. I understand that you are emotionally overwrought due to circumstances, but if you attack one of my agents again, I will be forced to arrest you."

Dean stared at him, breathing harshly for a long moment, then he snarled, "Keep the kid away from me then. Anna's alive."

"Doctor Spencer," Hotchner said with a quiet emphasis, "was only pointing out a statistical fact. He was not implying that Agent Campbell was dead."

Dean glanced at Derek, "You'll have to break my arm," he said, "I ain't going down."

Derek glared at him, "Let him go," Hotchner said.

Derek glanced at Hotchner as Elle stepped back, but let him go reluctantly. "What happened?" Sam demanded from the door way, "Dammit Dean, can't you go five minutes without fighting someone, or getting arrested?"

"Oh he's not arrested yet," Derek muttered.

"Perhaps we can make that not at all," Jason said smoothly, "Mr. Campbell, have you at least looked at your sister's notes."

Dean focused on Jason, his glare softening slightly, "Yes," he said. "I can translate it," he added almost grudgingly.

"Thank you," Jason said.

"Dean," Sam said, "If you promise not to attack and or get arrested, I'll go get food. I'm hungry, therefore you're probably staving."

"You are not driving my baby," Dean said.

"Fine, I'll walk," Sam said, "there's a McDonalds up the road that was open when we drove past."

"McDonalds has crap pie," Dean said.

"If I can't drive to find a diner, then you're going to have to take what you can get," Sam replied.

"You are not driving my baby," Dean snapped again, "God knows what you'd do to her, probably pay some of that emo sh- stuff that you like and her stereo will never recover." Derek glanced at the young man, surprised that he'd apparently censored himself, but took a second look as his expression registered. Annoyance and irritation were clear, but with an undertone of petulance that gave him a slightly different perspective on their guest.

"I'll drive," Elle offered, "I'm starting to feel hungry to." Everyone looked at her and she blinked, "We skipped dinner, and all I got to eat for lunch was a bag of chips. The only one of us who actually had food was Reid, because Ms. Ellen gave him her lunch."

Derek flicked a glance at Reid, who was blushing from his point nearly out the door. "All right," Hotchner said, "Morgan, Elle and Mr. Campbell will go. While you're gone, go by the hotel, get the rest of Anna's books and bring them back. They may be of use. Spencer, Gideon, J.J., you're also going back to the hotel."

"Hotch," Gideon began.

"Jason," Hotchner countered, "we're going to need our best minds to deal with whatever information Mr. Campbell can give us, and none of you are going to be any use without some sleep. It's one am now, I sincerely doubt that we're going to be here all night."

Gideon and Hotchner stared at each other for a long moment, then Gideon nodded, "J.J., Spencer, let's go," he said and headed out of the room.

Derek glanced at Elle and Sam, "I guess we should go to," he said, "what would you like, Hotch?"

"A sandwich will be fine," Hotchner said, "wheat bread."

"No mayonnaise, extra mustard," Derek finished for him. "Mr. Campbell?"

"I know what Dean likes," Sam said, "let's go."

As they headed out to the car, Derek couldn't help the look he gave Elle, who was studying Sam. "Mr. Campbell," she began.

"Please," Sam said, "Call me Sam. With there being two of us and all, it's going to get confusing fast if you all call us both Mr. Campbell."

"All right," Elle said, "Sam. I was wondering, you're younger than Anna?"

Sam sighed, "As my brother and sister constantly remind me, Agent Greenaway."

"Elle," Elle said firmly, "you can call me Elle."

As they left the station, Derek asked, "Why is your brother so possessive about his car?"

Sam smiled at him and gestured, "Take a look," he pointed at the nearest visitor spot.

Derek whistled, "An Impala?"

"A nineteen sixty-seven Impala," Sam said with a touch of understated pride, "pretty much in pristine condition. She's the love of Dean's life, and has been since we were kids. The only girl Dean has loved more is Anna, and even she's not allowed to drive his baby."

"It's a nice car," Elle offered, "but I wasn't joking about how hungry I was."

"Right," Derek said. "The SUV is over here," he told Sam, heading for their car.

Once they were in the car, Sam, who had slid into the back without a word, leaned forward, "If we could go somewhere other than McDonalds, I'd appreciate it. Even if we don't, can we stop somewhere for pie? If I didn't bring back a decent pie, Dean would complain about it and if I didn't hit him, someone else would shoot him."

"We could go to the diner by the hotel," Elle offered, "Anna loves the pie there."

"That would be great," Sam said.

"I take it," Derek said as he backed out of the parking space, "that you aren't as obsessed with pie as Anna and Dean?"

"No," Sam replied as he leaned back. "Jess was big on eating healthy." He trailed off.

Derek glanced at Sam in the mirror, struck by the grief on his face. Then he remembered, "She's the one who died on Monday, right?"

"Yeah," Sam said.

"I'm sorry for your loss," Derek said, "Anna said you were engaged."

"Not yet," Sam corrected him, "I was going to propose after…" he stopped for a moment, "after I heard about my law school interview."

They fell silent for the rest of the drive. At the hotel, Derek said, "Do you want to see about rooms for you and Dean while we're here?"

Sam glanced at the hotel, and shook his head, "No. There was a motel we passed by on the way in; we'll probably crash there."

"Why?" Elle said, "This is a good hotel."

Sam sighed, glanced at the hotel again, and then turned away, "Not all of us can have our travel expenses paid for by the government, Agent Greenaway." He stalked away, heading for the door to the diner.

"I think you should go get Anna's books," Derek said, "I'll get the food."

"Right," Elle replied, heading across the parking lot.

Derek stepped in the diner and spotted Sam studying the menu, he moved up beside him and studied the special board. "I'm sorry," Sam said, "I didn't mean to snap like that."

Derek smiled, "It's ok."

They got their food and headed back out to the SUV, where Elle was waiting, "I'm sorry," she said, "I spoke without thought. Anna told me that your family didn't have a lot of money."

"I'm sorry I snapped," Sam said, "I guess I'm more tired than I thought."

They climbed back in the SUV and pulled out of the parking lot, "Are you pagan, like Anna?" Elle asked after a few minutes.

"No," Sam replied, "I guess if I'm anything, I'm Christian, but I'm not especially religious. Dad always said that going to church was important."

"Then how did Anna wind up a pagan," Elle said.

Sam laughed, "That happened when she was twelve. She'd just started…growing, and Dad took her to some lady he knew to get what Anna referred to as the 'Girl Facts'. She came back two weeks later while we were staying at Pastor Jim's place. She didn't even take her stuff to her room, just marched in, starred at Pastor Jim and asked him, 'If God's so all powerful, why does he let people do evil things?' When she didn't like his answer, she started hammering him with questions about free will and what God was thinking and stuff that Pastor Jim couldn't answer. Dad called her on it, and she says, 'I get the supernatural Dad, but I don't get humans. Wendigos and vampires and all of them, they're just being who they were made to be. Humans, on the other hand, don't make no sense.' Pastor Jim told her that God had given us free will so that we could learn about good and evil for ourselves. Anna gave him this dirty look and walked away. Next day was Sunday, and when Anna didn't come down for church, Dad went up after her. Anna told him that if God was real and was letting people act like they were, then she didn't believe in God.

"After that, Anna refused to go to church unless she had to. That was when she really started studying religions too. It was funny, because she'd read all these books and then she'd spend a week practicing the religion. When she was studying Ra and the Egyptian gods, she was really excited about it. That is, she was excited until Dean started following her around 'walking like an Egyptian' and telling her she had to cut her nose off to get the 'full experience'."

Elle chuckled, and Derek smiled, "So, where did Bridget come from," he asked.

"Brigit," Sam corrected him, "Is actually a Celtic Goddess. We were in New England for Christmas that year, little place in New Hampshire, I think." He paused, "No, not there." He shrugged, "I don't really remember, but I know it was snowing. Uncle Bobby came up to see us, and he brought her a book of Celtic Gods and Goddesses and told her that he'd never heard of a Celtic Reconstructionist going evil and she might want to look into it. She read the book, did her research and at Midwinter, she dedicated herself to Brigit. She was sixteen."

"Celtic Reconstructionist," Elle said, "what's that?"

"I really don't know," Sam said, "I never got a real answer out of her. Dad was somewhat relieved that she'd settled on something."

"I can imagine," Derek said.

"Anna had been studying Druidic lore," Sam added as they pulled into the police station, "it made Dad nervous, especially after… the tree thing." He unbuckled his seatbelt and slid out of the SUV as soon as it had stopped, taking his meal and Dean's with him.

Derek followed him, wondering what had prompted Sam to edit his story, but he stopped on the stairs to look at Elle, "He's lying," he said.

"He's editing," Elle replied, "and he's not nearly as good at it as Anna is. I don't doubt that everything he's told us is the truth, but he left off a large part of it."

"We should let Hotch know," Derek said.

"Right," Elle agreed, and headed inside, "but after we eat."

They walked into the conference room in time to hear Sam say, "They only had rhubarb left."

"What?" Dean demanded.

"Because I convinced them to let me have the last of the blueberry," Sam finished, sliding the box across the table to his brother.

"Bitch," Dean muttered as he opened the box.

"Jerk," Sam replied.

They exchanged a look, as if waiting for another voice.