^^^^ I do not own Criminal Minds.^^^^

This… This was the final straw. I needed to get out, to breathe. To find myself and remember why I was needed alive. IF I was needed alive. I needed to look into myself and find the reason I did what I did. Why I spent days and nights chasing monsters. The reason I could sit in my six year old son's bedroom at night, reading to him the tales of wonder that enthralled most his age, and know in my mind that monsters like the Big Bad Wolf were real. That most days, I crawled into bed beside my husband and Chief, feeling safer because I helped him end another nightmare for someone somewhere. How I was able to stand with the other parents at Jack's school, and smile at the children. I needed to find the Spencer he loved once upon a time. The one who used to make Jack squeal and cheer by 'Banishing' the demons in the closet, under the bed, and in the bathroom. I needed to. And it killed me inside.

Finite.