(A/N) Hey guys, long time no see. I've been wanting to write this story for a while now and have finally gotten to finish the first chapter. This takes place after 'Run', and is an alternative ending, which is why it doesn't match the episode. I hope you enjoy!

"The wise have eyes in their heads, while the fool walks in the darkness; but I came to realize that the same fate overtakes them both. Then I said to myself, 'The fate of the fool will overtake me also. What then do I gain by being wise?' I said to myself, 'This too is meaningless.' For the wise, like the fool, will not be long remembered; the days have already come when both have been forgotten.

Like the fool, the wise too must die."

Ecclesiastes 2:13-16

What is the meaning of life? We are born, live, get a job and family, only to die, shrivel up in a pit in the ground while people talk about how amazing you were. Soon, the only remains of you is a corps, being slowly eaten away by maggots.

This is all of our fates. Nothing can change this, no matter your accomplishments, or how 'unfair' it is. You will only be known by family and friends, then when they die off, you will be known as a grandparent who fed cookies to kids, and then as the words embedded in a slab of stone. Admit it, you won't be remembered, no matter how famous. Not for that time where you wrote a book, or for helping a kid in the hall. Not for your amazing taste of music, or your thoughts in your head.

This is our destiny.

We like to think that people will think about us every day, but we're really just a small part of their life. Sure, they'll remember you every once and awhile, but sooner or later people will want them to forget about you, move on with life. And they will.

Nobody knows you. Not truly. They don't understand why you talk to yourself, or how empathetic you really are, yet can't cry for the death of a man. People will judge you by looks, your outfits, and how you speak. We are all hiding in our own shells, no matter how much you talk.

Is this how it is? Our lives are just souls passing through this time? Or maybe there is an afterlife, and our future is in an unwilling cycle of life, life, and more life, for all and all eternity. How unimaginable that is. Living forever in the most beautiful place.

These are all questions to be asked but never answered.

Everything is meaningless. The verse is true. What is our goal here? To be happy, get a job, family, have the best time ever, but what's the point? All of this, the happiness and experiences in life, is meaningless. You're going to die someday. One day, you will stop doing your hobbies, eating, talking, experiencing, and all the pleasures of life will disappear. You won't be in a dark, cold room. You will cease to exist. You will be stripped of your consciousness. You will be nothing.

What will you do with this news? Maybe nothing. Move on with life, is that right? But I'm not doing nothing. I'm preparing people for the worst to come.

3 Years Ago…

"Come on Izzy. Baby, let's just kill him," Matthew whispered eagerly, gently rubbing her shoulders.

"No!" Izzy snapped. "We're broke, Matthew, can't you see that? Chris put the money from the last hit hidden, and I haven't got the location!" She shrugged the hand away and continued to pace across the alley. Matthew groaned and ran his hand through his hair.

"Iz, why didn't you tell me this before? We could've gotten the place before you freakin' shot him!"

Izzy stopped and glared at him. "I didn't know, ok?! I just contacted our holder to make a transfer," she said, waving out her phone, "but he said that the idiot moved the money somewhere else." She leaned against the building in defeat. "I tried the other's, too. They all said the same thing."

"When did he transfer it?"

"Just before the robbery." She tapped her toe, agitated. "He must have known about us, Chris. Probably was gonna make a run for it." Matthew's eyebrow twitched up. He's never seen Izzy this agitated before. Even when times were hard, and he didn't think that there was a way out, she was always the one who kept her cool. But now she was restless and worried.

Well, we're screwed.

"What about from Moscow?" he asked. Izzy only shook her head. "Paris?" Still no. "Come on, baby. China?" Another no. "Dang. He's good."

"This isn't the time to joke around, Matthew! All of our savings. All of them! Just gone."

And so, her quest to get the Guinness World Record for the most pacing had continued.

"500, and it's a done deal." Izzy clenched her jaw. "Come on, can't go any lower, Sam. 500, take it or leave it." Another pause. Matthew could hear the caller on the phone starting to get frustrated. "No, of course, he's not-" she stopped abruptly, listening. "Yes, I know that you have very strict regulations, but this guy's perfect, I'm serious." More listening. "You've seen the news the past few days? The detective that went into the bank for the hostages? Yeah, that's him."

"So, what's the plan, Iz?" Matthew asks, watching their captive in the corner.

"I got Sam to make a deal. 500,000 for Will. He's local, so we don't have to smuggle around the roadblocks."

"Who's this Sam… never mind. The only important thing is that's enough to pay Camble to get us out of here. Remember Camble, back in Malaysia?" Matthew asked. Izzy just nodded.

The two were hiding out in a crusty van in an abandoned alley, the smell of rotten food seeping through the walls. Abandoned cloth linings hung high above, crumples of paper were scattered on the ground. And, just to push their luck, once and awhile, a black cat crossed their path.

The scene couldn't be more cliqued.

They were deep in the winding maze of buildings, and the farthest they could get away from the main road. Izzy and Matthew were surrounded by abandoned buildings, where not even the criminals would venture to. No people, no police, no getting caught. It was just Downs, Rogers, and the lucky black cat. But there was someone else…

Police detective William Lamontagne Jr. of the D.C. Metropolitan Police Department was reported captured by the duo Matthew and Izzy during the Face Card heist at the Colonial Liberty Bank. No body was recovered after the bomb, and none around the bank, leading the BAU to believe that Will was still with Izzy Rogers and Matthew Downs.

Lamontagne sat in the corner of the van, blindfolded, gagged, and hands and feet bound. He'd been there for the last few hours, listening as the two made their arrangements to get out of their mess. It had only been half a day since the robbery. His shoulder throbbed from the wound, and his back ached from sitting there for hours with minimal movement.

Will listened closely to Izzy and Matthew. He straightened up when he heard that he was being sold to a person named Sam. His heart jumped in his chest and he swallowed. Human trafficking? He thought. A shiver ran through him. Will imagined being forced to work as a slave, or worse… another shiver ran down his back. What will I become?…

He went back to that morning. His little Henry had just come out of the bath, smelling like the baby shampoo. His blonde hair was soaked, and water dripped all over the floor as JJ ran after him with a towel. "Henry, I need to dry your hair!" she yelled. Will laughed, and together, they played 'Catch Henry' until they cornered him and finally dried his hair.

William had to leave. He was about to run out the gate when Jennifer shouted at him. He turned back and was engulfed in her hug and kiss. "See ya later!" she said as he closed the gate and headed over to his partner's car. Will smiled and gave Henry a little wave. He left, fully certain that he would return.

The argument in the front of the van suddenly snapped Will back to reality. I'll get back, he promised. I have to.

Back at the Colonial Liberty Bank…

The smell of smoke still stained the air. Police chatter continued around them, and reporters were hurriedly announcing about the latest report about the robbery. Firefighters were rushing into the burnt down bank to search for survivors. The sirens of ambulance swarmed around her ears. But all JJ could see was the wallet that she found on the ground near the back exit of Colonial Liberty Bank. The leather was scratched, droplets of blood on it. JJ stared at it, careful not to smear any of it.

"JJ?" Her head shot up. The team was looking at her. "Are you alright?" Hotch asks. She nods, but Hotch hesitated before going on. "Morgan, you and Reid go back to the west side. That's where their car was last seen. Keep in touch everyone." Everyone dispersed, but JJ still sat there, staring at the wallet. He'll get back, she reassured herself. He has to.

(A/N) Reviews are welcome!