Disclaimer; I do not own Criminal Minds, or Supernatural

A/N: I'm making a push to finish this story over the weekend, there's one or two chapters left. All the "prayers" to Brigit and the Morrigan, I'm making up on the fly because I haven't found anything appropriate. In these final chapters, please, feel free to let me know what you think of Anna as a character.

Trap doors over each of the cages opened, letting in the light of sunset fall in. Anna looked around, reading the expressions on the faces of her fellow captives. "I suggest you pray," she told them, "my team is the best in the BAU, between them and my brothers, I don't think this is going to end the way he wants." Carefully she stepped into the center of the shaft of light, closed her eyes and whispered her own prayer, "Brigit, Goddess of fire and poets, you who have been my guide, protect me."

Drum beats filled the air and when Anna opened her eyes and looked up, she saw the unsub, now dressed in a lose pair of cotton pants and nothing else, looking down at her. Just as their eyes met, he began to chant.

Anna closed her eyes, turning her attention inward, "Morrigan, steel my heart for battle, Brigit, let your fire be my shield."

As if from a distance, she heard the other women praying to God and hoped that he would be their armor. She opened her eyes and noted the lessening of the light, even as the unsub's chanting became louder. For a brief moment, she admired his accent, and facility with the Gaelic tongue, then reminded herself that he was planning to kill her.

It was becoming hard to see and Anna shuddered, it wouldn't be long.

Bright lights filled the sky and Anna screamed as something fell on her, "Brigit," she cried out.

…

The unsub didn't own land, but his wife's brother-in-law had a hunting lease outside of town. They drove out to the lease quietly as the sun began to set. At the back of the line was a gleaming black Impala. Dean had made a deal with them, he and Sam would hang back, at the edge of the property line, but they wanted to be there. Derek hadn't approved, but Hotchner had agreed.

The lease was set back in the woods, but included a large meadow. Adam Lansing's friend and Deputy Sheriff Kenneth Poplar, had given them the layout. They would be taking the back way, a dirt track that would bring them to the meadow from the far side, a track Lansing hated because it was rough.

As he clung to the side of the SUV, Derek reflected that the deputy sheriff had a talent for understatement. Behind him, Reid yelped as his head cracked against the top of the SUV a third time.

Finally, they stopped and everyone climbed out and gathered around to discuss the plan again. Derek stared at Poplar, "You call that a road?"

"Told you it was rough," Poplar replied, looking pale.

"You ok?" Derek asked.

"I just can't believe that it's Adam," Poplar replied, "I mean, his family's always been pagan and all, but I never pictured him as a murderer."

Derek eyed him for a moment, then moved over to Hotch, "I think Poplar needs to be kept out of this," he murmured.

"Why?" Hotchner replied.

"He's going to hesitate," Derek said. It was an argument he'd expressed on the way up.

"He's here," Hotchner said.

"Make him watch the Campbells," Jason said, "to ensure that they don't get involved."

Hotchner left them to talk to the sheriff and the chief of police, face grim. "Are you ready?" Jason asked.

Derek's lips twitched, "I was born ready."

Assignments were given, and they headed across the woods to the meadow. Derek's position brought him into the meadow at the top of a slope so he had a good view. The Lansing was standing on a wooden platform that had five large hatches he was opening. A battered green pickup was parked near the edge of the platform. "He's alone," Derek breathed into his mic, "I can't see the women, but he's standing on a wooden platform, they may be under that."

Lansing walked over to his truck and stripped, changing into a pair of white pants, then did something where the air was filled with pounding drums. He then headed back to the center of the platform and stood there. "What's he doing?" Jesper asked from beside him.

"Ritual," Derek replied, "he thinks he's finishing it."

The sheriff's truck eased into the clearing behind Lansing as they watched, barely visible in the twilight. "Get ready," Hotch said over the radio, "move as soon as the lights come on."

Derek shifted, checked his grip on his gun and nodded to the five officers with him, all of whom nodded back.

The lights from the truck came on, not just the headlights, but the brighter search lights on top of the hood, "This is the police, Adam Lansing," the sheriff called over his bullhorn, "put your hands up."

Derek began to run down the slope as Lansing started at the lights and the sudden sound, lost his footing and disappeared down the center hole. A cry of surprise echoed out of the hole as Derek reached the edge of the platform.

"Anna," a woman called.

"I'm ok," Anna said tightly.

Derek eased across the platform, waving the officers back. When he reached the center hatch, he found Anna sitting on Lansing's back, both of his arms was twisted up behind him as he tried to shake her off. "Anna," Derek said.

Anna glanced up and then away from the flashlight he turned on, "Hi, Morgan," she said, "can I borrow your handcuffs?" Lansing tried to twist again, "It's no use, you know. You've failed," she told him.

"Catch," Derek said, and dropped a set of cuffs to her.

"You are under arrest," Anna began in a gleeful tone.

"Morgan," Hotch called.

Derek looked up, "Anna seems to be fine," he called, "She's getting cuffs on Lansing."

One of the deputies had opened another hatch, "There's a ladder here," he called and started down.

"By the way," Anna said, "you know how I said I wasn't a Christian." She slid off Lansing and hauled him to his feet. "I'm pagan, and Brigit is my Goddess. It would never have worked in the first place."

Lansing slumped slightly, defeated.

"By the way," Derek said, "your brothers are here."

"Oh good," Anna said, "I've been wanting to hit someone." A drop light came on underground and for a brief moment, Derek thought he saw a desperate vulnerability cross her face moments before her bright and cheerful smile appeared.