"You don't love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear." –Oscar Wilde
Reid got a text from an unknown number on the way to help Genevieve. It read, "Zugzwang."
"Drive faster!" Reid cried. He knew what this word meant. He knew that if they didn't hurry he would lose the love of his life, if it hadn't happened already.
When they arrived at the cemetery, the team quickly found the abandon house. Morgan kicked down the door and Hotch went in first. "FBI!"
"Oh look who found you." Peter laughed.
"Let her go Peter! Give us the cure and we can work out a deal." Reid shouted at him.
"Morgan you got a shot at him?" Hotch asked.
Morgan shook his head. "He's too close to Cortese..."
"Oh you can have her. She's a dead woman anyway. You'll never find the cure!" Peter looked at Genevieve and kissed her. "Goodbye sweetheart. My work is done here." He dropped his weapons.
Morgan came over to arrest him. "Get away from her! You're under arrest for the kidnapping of Genevieve Cortese."
Hotch went over to Genevieve. "Cortese can you hear me?" He kneeled next to her. She tried to tell him where the cure was, but she could barely breathe. "You can do it. What are you trying to say?"
Peter scoffed. "Like I said her lungs feel like they are on fire. There is no way she is talking."
Cortese coughed. "Tim... Timothy... Burke..."
Reid smiled at her and stroked her hair. "She's stronger than you know."
"Get him out of here and get a medic in here!" Hotch ordered Morgan. "Cortese, who is Timothy Burke?"
"It's Peter's father, the man that killed her parents." Reid told him.
"Buried... Cure... Burke... I'm sorry..." Genevieve coughed.
Reid kissed her forehead, while the medic put an oxygen mask on her. "Hotch... What do we do? We can't just watch her die!"
"Stay with her!" Hotch grabbed some shovels and went out to the others. He gave shovels to Morgan and Rossi. "Let's go save her." They went to Timothy Burke's grave.