Disclaimer: I own neither Criminal Minds or Supernatural.
A/N: Sorry about the POV switch. I hate doing that in a chapter, but it was necessary. Also, feel special, there are two chapters because I got confused and wrote the next one out of order.
Michael Torrence was not a killer. Derek didn't even have to walk in the interrogation room to know that. Looking through the two way mirror, Derek saw what he imagined Anna referring to as 'Satanic light', make up, black nail polish, strategically tragic clothes over a frame that was drug induced slim, and lanky black hair came together to in a disturbingly stereotypical rebel of society. "That's not him," Derek said, looking at Hotch, "he doesn't even fit the profile."
Hotch looked at Detective Bower, "So why is he even here?"
"I'm not the one who brought him in," Bower replied, looking disgusted.
"I think we should update the profile," Hotchner said, "Derek, have Garcia run searches for single fathers in the Lawson area with two children, older son, younger daughter, one or both of whom have terminal illnesses."
"On it," Derek said.
"What about Torrence," Bower said, "we can't leave him."
"I'll handle Torrence," Jason said.
Derek almost wanted to be there to see what Jason was up to, but someone had to tell the Campbells what was going on. As he strode through the bullpen, Derek wondered how he had become the 'person to trust' for all three of the Campbells. It was a little disturbing how all three of them reacted to the team. He shook his head, and called Garcia, "Queen of Knowledge, what do you want to know?" Garcia said brightly.
"Hey Baby Girl," Derek said as he stepped in the conference room, "I need you to run a search for me."
"All you have to do is ask," Garcia said.
Derek shook his head as Dean and Sam glanced up from their chairs, identical glares that faded when he shook his head slightly. "I need all single fathers in Lawson with two children, older boy, younger girl with terminal illnesses," Derek said.
"I'm on it," Garcia said.
Derek shifted the phone, "Torrence was a bust," he told the Winchesters, noticing the handcuffs on the table, "the officer who brought him in was an idiot too."
"I have two," Garcia announced.
Derek nodded as Hotchner stepped in the room, "Let me put you on speaker," he said suiting actions to words.
"First is Sam Granger," Garcia said, "age 35, older son has AIDS, daughter has Downs Syndrome. Second is Adam Lansing, age 33, son and daughter both with cystic fibrosis. Adam also buried another daughter just over a month ago, also from cystic fibrosis."
"There's our trigger," Derek said, exchanging a long look with Hotch, "what else can you tell us about Adam Lansing?"
"He's widowed, works construction," Garcia said, "rents a home in the southwestern part of Lawson."
"Thanks Baby Girl," Derek said.
"Not a problem, handsome," Garcia replied. "I'm sending the rest of the details to you now."
"Derek, get some plain clothes, we're heading out to check up on Mr. Lansing," Hotch ordered, as Derek hung up the phone. He glanced up as Elle and Reid came into the conference room. "Elle, Reid, you're going to check in with Lansing's job, see what you can find."
"We want to help," Dean said.
"You have helped," Hotchner replied sharply, "Now you can let us do our job, Mr. Campbell."
"Or what, you'll handcuff us again," Dean said, and picked up one of the pairs from the table, "It didn't work so well last time."
"Then this time, I'll have them put you in a jail cell," Hotchner said, bending over the laptop and opening the email server. Derek moved to look over Hotchner's shoulder for a first glance of the unsub.
"What crime?" Dean asked.
"Interfering with a federal case," Hotchner replied.
Derek studied the man in the picture, then read the address. "We'll stay here," Sam said, quietly but deftly cutting off Dean's rebuttal, "but, if you find her will you call us please?"
"I will," Derek said.
….
Dean glared as the man named Gideon came into the conference room fifteen minutes later, "Anything?" He demanded.
"No," Gideon replied.
"We've wasted an entire day on this," Dean growled and looked at Anna's journal again, his mind automatically translating the written twin-speak into Latin and then English. He turned a page, began reading again, and swore.
"What," Sam asked.
"There's an alternate ritual for summoning the Goddess. It still requires the sacrifices of self, but there's an accelerated version of the actual summoning. It's possible the practitioner knows this ritual. To pull it off, he'd need a lot of space, like a farm, or maybe a deer lease. The ritual has a unique component to it, in that the women chosen must be kept underground, and the ritual itself performed as the final rays of sunlight fill the sky. The quick notes I made suggest a pit with a cover, something to keep the women confined. It would take time to build this, and it couldn't be done in the city." Dean read quickly, then looked up, "They're going to the wrong place."
"You just now found this," Sam said as Gideon pulled out his cell phone.
"Excuse me for being rusty," Dean snapped back, as much to hide his rising panic as in irritation that Sam was questioning him; Sam was always questioning him these days. "We haven't spoken 'twin' in almost ten years, and except for one letter eight years ago, I haven't had much call to read 'twin' either."
"Aaron," Gideon said, "where are you?" He paused, "Mr. Campbell has made an additional translation from Anna's journal. It's possible the women won't be there. According to Anna's notes, the women are underground somewhere, a place that is isolated and large, like a farm or a deer lease." There was a long pause, and Gideon shook his head, "Go ahead and use the warrant to search the place. We might find additional proof that he's our unsub." Another pause, "I'll talk to Garcia."
Gideon hung up and eyed Dean for a long moment, "Is there anything else you'd like to add?"
Dean glanced at the journal page, "No, most of this is personal, like, 'I haven't decided if I like Agent Hotchner or not. He's an excellent profiler, but he really needs to pull that stick out of his ass so that he can be a better people person.'" There was another note on Gideon, but Dean wasn't sure how the taciturn profiler would take it. "She likes all of you, though." Dean continued, "Says you're all worth knowing."
Gideon stared at him for a long moment before speed dialing a different number.