A/N: Hello and welcome to a story that was an interesting journey. I originally wrote it years ago on paper, then decided to type it up one day in 2011. Now it's 2014 and I'm finally getting around to posting the last chapters. (I decided not to change a single thing about this story so sorry for any weak plot lines, grammar mistakes, and cheesy sounding things. This was one of my first stories and I think it's funny looking back and looking at where I started. ANYWAY, I hope you like it.

"Garcia I need you to look up an address for me, please?" Reid asked, quietly sneaking into her office.

"Of coarse my darling! Just say the word and I am yours." Penelope Garcia, our technical analysis could find almost ANYTHING with her computer.

"Ummm... Gideon. Jason Gideon." Reid said. Garcia glanced sadly at him, but typed the name into the search engine.

Let's see," she said. "1176 Star Street in... New York. Right out side a small town called Andover." Garcia looked surprised and questioningly at Reid. "You going to visit him? I think its a good idea. It's been, what, 4 years?"

"3 years, 10 months, 1 week, 6 days. But, uh, yeah. I'm going to ask Hotch for a few days off. I don't think I'll miss anything." Reid said.

"Well, I'll miss you. Good luck. And say hello for me. Don't forget." she smiled. With an eidetic memory, Reid could remember anything.

"I won't" he smiled back. Reid then slipped out again and made his way over to their boss, Hotchner "Hotch"'s office.

Spence couldn't help but think about Gideon. About 4 years ago, he had suddenly left the BAU. When Reid decided to check on him, he went to Gideon's cabin, where he usually went to clear his mind. Upon arriving, he found a note addressed to him, next to Gideon's gun and credits. The note had explained why he had left, but Reid never truly understood why. Nobody had seen him since.

Reid knocked softly on Hotch's door.

"Come in." a firm voice answered. Reid entered. Hotch didn't look up from his work as he did.

"Hey," Reid began, "I was wondering if I could have a few days off. I want to go check up on Gideon. It's been 4 years I, or anyone else has seen him. It won't be but a few days or so."

"Alright, but be back by Friday, before 5 p.m. No one else knows it yet, but we're having a mandatory meeting. You need to be there." Hotch explained. "I'll see you then. Oh, and tell Jason I'm looking forward to our yearly meeting." he said, looking at Reid, then back to this work.

"Thank you, sir. And you won't have to worry about missing the meeting Friday. You've got my word!" Reid replied.

After saying good-bye to everyone, and collecting his stuff, he went to his apartment, packed up his bag, and headed to the airport.

"Next stop," he muttered to himself on the plane, "New York."

Maybe I should have called Gideon in advance, he thought. He could of picked me up, rather than having to rent a car.

Before he knew it, Reid was driving up to a beautiful 2-story house, with a nice yard, and everything. Nice place to retire, he thought.

Hmmm... seems kind of quite. I hope he's here.

Reid walked up the sidewalk, the front steps, and up to the door. He put his hand up, and began to knock, when the door opened with his knock, like it wasn't quite closed. Not trying to intrude, but genuinely worried and curious, he opened the door all the way and walked in, calling out to Gideon.

He was just about to go upstairs when he heard a crash and a yell coming from a door to the left. Quickly, gun drawn, he made his way to the door.

With a silent count to three, he rushed into the room. What he saw freaked him out. A man, dressed in all black, with a ski mask on, was repeatedly stabbing Gideon, barely conscious on the kitchen floor.

Although, what he saw didn't slow down his actions. He pointed his gun at the black dressed man.

"Freeze! FBI! Put your weapon down!" Reid demanded, as best as his skinny, nerd-looking self could.

The guy, obviously startled, threw the knife at Reid, then ran off towards the back door.

Reid missed the knife then ran after the guy. Unfortunately, he lost him after chasing him into the nearby woods. He desperately wanted to look for him, but remembered Gideon and ran back to him.

He tried to call 911 from his cell, but had no service. After doing his best to stop as much of the bleeding from Gideon's wounds with nearby towels, he spotted a phone on the wall. It worked.

"911, what is your emergency?" said the dispatcher on the other end.

"Hello, this is Spencer Reid at 1176 Star Street where a man has just been stabbed 10... no, 11 times. I have tried to stop the bleeding, but I don't know how much longer he can last. Also, the person who stabbed him disappeared into the woods, north of this house." Reid said, sating it all at once, practically. He tried to stay cool, but had a problem doing so.

"An ambulance and police are on the way. Can I have the name of the victim?" the lady said, way too calmly than Reid thought she should be.

"Jason Gideon." he answered.

"Thank you. Please stay on the line help has arrived."

"Alright," he agreed.

A moment later Gideon woke, confused and in pain.

"Spencer?" he asked before passing out again.

"Don't worry," Reid told him. "Help is on the way."