I KNOW ITS SOOOO LATE! College work is piling up, I'm now having tons of exams and I'm still trying to keep a shred of my social life intact so I haven't had time for updates. However, I hope this finale keeps you at the edge of your seat cause I worked hard on it and busted through a wall of writers block. So enjoy and thanks for reading! =)

"Are you ready?" Amanda slowed the car in front of the apartment complex where she knew he was hiding out. She had Miranda follow his car here for weeks.

"For what?" Tyler asked, shaking as the fear settled in. Amanda turned to him and smiled, shaking the knife in her hand as she chuckled at him.

"To see him. Are you ready to get your life back?"

"That's why we moved here. To get our lives back." Tyler's eyes flicked to the knife and back to his sister.

"No, no no!" She nearly shouted at him and he jumped, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall. But he wouldn't let them. For his mom, he had to stay strong...

"We moved and we moved and we moved but that didn't help!" Amanda continued. "This is the only way! After this, we'll be free!"

Tyler breathed heavily as his sister forced herself to calm down.

She smiled at him again. "Lets go."

"Garcia, what do you have?" Hotch asked. The phone was on speaker so Morgan and Prentiss could hear in the car, along with on a conference call with Reid, Rossi and JJ in the SUV behind them.

"A sad story that makes me wonder how Tyler isn't the one waving the knife." She said, typing furiously to gain more information as her doves drove to the father's apartment.

"It says here that Leslie Wines was administered to a hospital many times after her marriage to Timothy Procter 19 years ago. She had two children, Amanda's 17 and Tyler is 15. They got a divorce after...oh no."

"What did you find baby girl come on?" Morgan continued.

"There was an arrest in the house. Apparently a 10-year old girl called the police saying her father had beaten them both and was now locked in her 8-year old brother's room. She...she said she heard him crying...and that it wasn't the first time."

"So Tyler faces his father's sick fantasies, but Amanda ends up holding the knife? How does that work?" JJ asked.

"She must have thought her mother didn't protect them enough and guessing that reports at school say Tyler and Amanda are close, he probably confided in her but didn't even know he was fueling her rage." Rossi answered.

There's more my doves. Timothy Procter escaped custody two weeks ago while being transferred to a different prison out of state."

"That was the stresser." Reid's voice came through the phone. "Amanda must have been afraid her father would come after them again and decided to practice her killing for the showdown with him."

"Thanks Garcia." Hotch said.

"So she's going to force her brother to kill her dad to get over this trauma?" Prentiss asked aloud.

"She probably thinks that he wants to. And if we don't get there in time..." Reid hesitated, but Hotch finished.

"He will give in."

Timothy Procter sat at his desk, shuffling through files in his tiny apartment, the only one that the landlord had offered at such a cheap price. It didn't matter though: he wasn't going to be here much longer. A creaking sound from the entrance caught his attention, as he swiveled around in his chair to face the front door.

No one was there and the door remained shut.

Shrugging, he turned back to his work.

"Hi dad." A cold voice rang out through the apartment as Timothy turned around again, only to be knocked in the head by a large trophy, knocking him out of his chair and onto the floor, groaning in pain.

The assailant wasted no time, grabbing his arms and handcuffing them behind his back, shifting him into a sitting position. He felt the blood trickling down his face. Looking up, he gasped.

"Amanda."

"Not just me." She smiled coldly at him, lifting a knife and putting it on the side of his head and forcing it toward the dinner table, where his son stood, shaking and staring at him.

"Tyler."

The siren's blazed as the SUV's pulled outside the complex.

"Apartment 219, second floor!" Hotch said as they all got out, putting on vests and pulling out the guns.

"That's Leslie Procter's car." Prentiss pointed. "She's already here."

"Which means we've got a hostage situation." Rossi said. "If we go storming in there, she's going to kill her father, commit suicide by cop and Tyler might get caught in the crossfire.

"Police vehicles continued to show up and to the teams surprise, Chandler got out of one.

"Leslie Procter was in a critical condition when we got there and she's on her way to the hospital now. It didn't look good." Chandler looked up at the second floor as the team filled him in.

"That it?" He pointed to Apt. 219, near the walkway on the second story, blinds drawn and door shut. "I can't get a sniper shot in there with the blinds closed.

"I'd like to go in there." Prentiss said, putting her gun in her holster.

"What?" Morgan and Hotch said together.

"Why?" JJ asked in shock.

"I talked to Miranda, I know what this girl is feeling. She's also a teenager, so she'll relate more to a female presence then a man's."

"What about Tyler though?" Reid asked softly.

"Reid don't even think about..." Morgan started.

"Morgan, we need someone as close to his age limit as possible! Unless you want to send a teenager in there, I'm all there is." Reid argued. "Hotch, Prentiss and I can go in there and talk them down. Just give us a chance. She doesn't even have a gun."

"That we're aware of!" Morgan argued, but JJ put a hand on his shoulder.

"Ok, ok. I trust you two." Hotch said.

"Wait a minute, you want to give her two more hostages?" Chandler said. "Are you insane!"

"Do you have any other ideas?" Prentiss asked.

"No but..."

Rossi interrupted. "They know what their doing and their both right. The profile says that Amanda's not interested in attacking other people other than her father."

"Alright alright, but leave the door open. We can at least try to get a sniper shot in there just in case." Chandler said, holding up a walkie talkie as he walked away. Rossi looked up at the team.

"Hopefully it doesn't go that far."

"Tyler, listen to me..." Timothy groaned as his daughter yanked his hair back.

"Shut up!" She hissed at him, tears threatening to fall down her face. Not in front of him though. Not in front of that.

"Amanda, stop it." Tyler whispered, backing up until he hit the table. "I want to go now."

"This is the only way!" Amanda shouted at him, pushing her father to the floor as she walked toward her brother. "Remember what he did to you?"

"I don't want to..." Tyler shook his head.

"Remember the pain he put our entire family through!" Amanda shouted, waving the knife in his face.

"Stop it..." Tyler closed his eyes.

"Shut up boy!" Timothy's drunk breath hit 8-year old Tyler's tear stained face.

"Just get it over with..." Amanda whispered at him, handing him the hilt of the knife. Tyler felt his hand close around the knife and opened his eyes. His father was glaring at the two teenagers.

"Why?" Tyler asked him. "Why me?" He walked over to his father and helped him to his feet, hands still cuffed behind his back. Amanda walked over and stood next to him, eager to see the life leave his eyes.

"Tyler." The unfamiliar voice caused all three of them to look toward the front door where two FBI agents entered the apartment, guns drawn and pointed at them.

"Who are you?" Amanda said before running into the kitchen and grabbing a knife.

"Amanda don't!" The female agent said. "My name's Emily Prentiss. Can we talk?"

"Shut the door!" She shouted at them. The two agents looked at each other. Amanda narrowed her eyes and shoved her brother out of the way, clutching the knife to her father's throat. "NOW!"

"Ok ok just calm down." The male agent said, reaching behind him and closing the door. The hinge clicked as it shut. "My name is Spencer Reid. We're here to talk to you guys."

"Help me out here!" Timothy couldn't stand it anymore. These agents wanted to talk? The kids had a knife to his throat! They were supposed to help him!

"We aren't talking to you." Prentiss snapped at him. Timothy was to shocked to speak. Amanda though only smiled.

"Look who's speechless?" She laughed. "And not even drunk." Stepping back, she reached out and grabbed Tyler's hand, pulling him forward.

"Tyler listen to me." Reid talked quickly. "Killing your dad will bring you no peace. It won't solve anything."

"You don't know what he did." Tyler said quietly, eyes only on the knife in his hand.

"Look at your sister Tyler." Reid said. Tyler finally looked up and stared into Amanda's eyes. They seemed wet with tears.

"She's done this before." Prentiss said. "She killed those men on the TV."

"What?" Tyler looked in shock at her. "Amanda...why?"

"She was practicing for this." Reid said. "Miranda Lims was her best friend right? She even brought Miranda along to one of the kills and lost her gun. That's why your using knives." Tyler's eyes flicked back to the knife in his hand.

"If you drop that knife, we can get you and your sister help ok? Your dad won't touch you ever again." Reid holstered his gun and Prentiss lowered hers, keeping it out.

"Don't listen to them Tyler!" Amanda shouted suddenly. "Remember what he did?"

"Amanda, we can help you." Prentiss said. "Just let Tyler go. He's not like you."

"I wanted to help him!" Amanda couldn't stop the tears now as they fell. "No one else was there for him but me!"

"No, mom was. She always comforted me and held me. I loved her and you...you..."

"Tyler don't!" Reid said, guessing what the young boy was about to do. However, Tyler only released the grip on the knife. Timothy let out a small breath of relief.

The sound of the weapon hitting the floor clattered throughout the apartment as Tyler backed away from his father and sister.

"Tyler..." Amanda gasped, her tears causing it to sound choked.

He only shook his head, backing into one of the agents. Reid put a hand on his shoulder.

"Tyler!" Amanda gulped.

It's over Amanda. He doesn't want to do this." Prentiss said. "We can help you. Your dad will go back to prison and I will personally make sure you get the help you need."

"You did this to him." Amanda said. "You turned him against me." Her eyes glossed over as she turned back to her father, gripping the knife.

"Amanda no!" Tyler shouted.

"I'm giving them two more minutes before we storm the place." Chandler said.

"You need to give them..." Hotch started before he heard it.

A deafening sound echoed throughout the area.

"GUN!" Morgan shouted, drawing his gun as he ran up to the property, JJ, Rossi, Hotch and Chandler behind him.

Timothy Procter gasped as his daughter fell to the ground, the knife falling from her hand.

"We need a medic!" Prentiss said into a microphone as Tyler shouted.

"AMANDA! YOU SHOT HER!"

"Tyler lets go, come on." Reid half pulled, half dragged the distraught boy outside just as Morgan slammed open the door.

"Reid are you alright?" He said as cops rushed into the apartment.

"Yea I am but Amanda..."

"Come with me." A medical officer took Tyler from Reid as the teen continued to shout.

"What happened?" Hotch said as Chandler walked over to Timothy and Amanda.

"She was going to kill him." Prentiss through her hands up in defeat. "I tried to talk her down but...she just..."

"It's alright. You did what you could." JJ said as Chandler dragged a very angry Timothy away.

"Your a father and you caused all of this." Chandler hissed in anger. "Wasn't enough to take your son, but you just killed your daughter."

"She's gone." A medical officer had gone past them to check for a pulse.

"Come on, lets go." JJ said as the team walked out of the apartment.

The team settled down on the jet for the ride back to Virginia. Morgan had his headphones on, JJ and Reid were playing Gin Rummy, Rossi had lowered his head to sleep and Hotch was going over files.

Prentiss sat in the back, eyes staring out the window at passing fields.

"Hey." Hotch's voice pulled her out of her thoughts as he sat down across from her.

"Hey." She replied.

"You know you did what you had to do right?" Hotch was never one to beat around the bush.

"What shooting a 17-year old girl to save a child molester?" Prentiss shook her head. "It doesn't feel like the right thing."

"You saved Tyler's life." Hotch said. Prentiss looked up, eyes confused.

"At his age, the last thing he needs is the blood of another person on his hands." Hotch continued. "You allowed him to continue living his life. He may need therapy, but that's better than prison."

"Yea I guess."

"Leslie's going to be alright." Hotch continued. "She was treated in the hospital and they managed to save her. She's going to walk out and be with her son in a couple of day."

"So they'll..."

"They'll cope. And they have each other." Hotch said. "Timothy's going back to jail and Amanda's is finally free and happy. You have no blame and nothing to feel sorry about."

"Thanks Hotch." Prentiss smiled. Hotch nodded and continued going through files.

His team was safe.

The family was safe.

All was well.

Done! How did you like it? Again I know it's late, but I hope the wait was worth it! Check out my other stories and thanks again for all the reads and reviews.

This is my first fanfic all together and it was really fun to write! Hope to write more soon! =) =) =)