Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds and no copyright infringement is intended.
------------------------------
He sauntered silently, his feet making no sound on the pristinely mown grass, treading carefully lest his footsteps disturb those who slept here. He committed the information on each tombstone he passed to memory whether he wanted to or not. Each one was a beloved husband, wife, brother, sister, son or daughter. All were sadly missed by someone. The voices of the dead seemed to whisper in the breeze that rustled through the trees that stood here and there throughout the graveyard, although he knew it was only his imagination. Some of the graves were adorned with ostentatious headstones beautifully carved and laden with bright flowers. Others had just a single rose while some were left unadorned. There were columbariums off in the distance that housed those who had been cremated. They surrounded a fountain that's water droplets seemed to sparkle in the warm afternoon sun. Some birds could be seen bathing and drinking in the water fountain, singing joyously in this otherwise dreary place, a reminder that life does go on.
He continued past all these just as the cemetery caretaker had directed to an area that had no headstones. "Why would you want to go there young fella?" the gray haired man had asked scratching his head. No one knew he had come here and they would likely have questioned his sanity if they had. In fact, he almost questioned it himself. But he'd had to come. The area he was in now had only small cheap metal markers to designate those who rested there. He had to look closely at the markers as the grass was not as neatly tended here, as if these people were outcasts, somehow being shunned and he supposed they had been most of their lives and so it was in death. Most of them were likely homeless with no "beloved" relative to claim them. Most were probably mentally ill but, unable to be housed in a nice hospital like his mother, they'd ended up on the streets lost in their own minds. Here they lie while flowers bloomed, fountains sprayed and birds sang a short distance away as if mocking them.
His eyes finally spied what he was looking for. He reached down and brushed some of the dirt off the marker with his fingers and then wiped them on his pant leg. He stared down at the marker realizing that the man in this grave was there because of him. The name on the marker was carved in small simple block letters with no script or artistry, just TOBIAS HANKEL, the date of his birth, the date of his death, in that other cemetery where they had spent their time together, was all it said.
He stared at the marker for a while before he spoke, "I…I don't really know why I came here. I met this guy on a case who had an abusive childhood like you. He ended up being afflicted, like you were, with multiple personality disorder. One of his personalities turned into a killer just like your father's personality. He's in a hospital now and I'm trying to help him. Anyway he made me think of you. I'm sorry that I couldn't help you but I won't give up on Adam. I don't know if I'll succeed but I'll keep trying." He stared at the marker a little longer, "I guess that's all. I hope you found some peace at last," he said as he turned to leave. He took a few steps then turned back, "Thank you for my life."