Spencer tore himself away from the window a few minutes after the ambulance left. Despondent and consumed by grief, he left the living room and went back to his own bedroom. He could feel the stares of the BAU on him as he passed by, but didn't have enough energy to care. He curled up onto his bed, put his thumb in his mouth, and started to cry. Never before had he felt so alone. Daddy was gone, and now Mommy was too.

He had nobody.

It just made him sob harder. He longed for the way things were three days ago. Family. Laughter. Smiles. Now his fairytale had turned into a horror story. He sat up in bed and pulled a book off of one of the shelves. If he strained hard enough he could still hear Mommy reading it to him- even if it was only in his imagination. When he got bored with that he moved to lay on his side and stared at an old family portrait of the three of them that was on his nightstand. He couldn't take his eyes off of it. It was how they were supposed to be. Together.

The rest of the BAU watched his departure with sad eyes. Hotch was the first to shake it off and take action.

"What do we know about this unsub?" He asked. They all sat down.

"He's organized." began Prentiss. "He blends in. Doesn't stand out in any way."

"He was smart enough not to leave a paper trail or any kind." Added Morgan.

"He's meticulous. He's done everything with a very clear purpose in mind." Rossi remarked.

"So what are we missing?" Asked JJ. "There's something we're not seeing here."

"He's doing this to torment Reid." Said Hotch. "He's the one who called the media because he knew it meant his mother would be taken."

"But how would he even know that this would torture him?" Questioned Garcia.

"They wouldn't... Unless they were watching from the beginning." Said Prentiss, shocked.

"Garcia?"

"Sir?"

"Can you pull a list of names of people injured in the explosion?"

"Yes I can but you're going to have to narrow this down."

"Look for males in their mid to late thirties with very minor injuries whose rooms were close to Reid's. Look for homes that are isolated from the main road or for rental properties in their name that could be used as a secondary location."

"Give me just a second here..." She said, typing furiously. "This looks promising. Horace Winston, thirty two, was injured in the explosion with a minor concussion and a few scrapes and bruises. He was next door to Reid in the hospital and his property is on an extremely isolated farm and I just sent you the address now."

"Let's go." Said Hotch, and they all loaded into their SUV's. "We'll call you if we have something, Garcia!" He yelled. She nodded before going down the hall to find Spencer. She wanted to comfort him, make him feel better, do something to help. When she got there, she saw that he was staring at a picture by his bed.

She knocked at the door. "Can I come in?"

"Okay." He said, quietly.

She looked around the room, unsurprised at what she saw. There were books, puzzles, model planes, and other things boys loved. She sat down in the rocking chair and was saddened by the look on Spencer's face. He looked so lost and afraid. She reached out to hold his hand.

"Everything's going to be okay." She said, quietly. He looked at her, big brown eyes boring innocently into her own.

"Are you sure?" He asked, slightly afraid. She smiled reassuringly.

"I'm sure."

Horace Winston's farm was an hour and a half away from the Reid home. When they got to the property (after passing the entrance four times) they parked in a way so that their cars weren't visible from the house or barn. Hotch, JJ, and Prentiss took the house while Rossi and Morgan took the barn.

Hotch burst through the door to see a brown haired man jump off of the couch in fright.

"My heavenly days! What's going on here?!"

"Horace Winston, you're under arrest for the kidnapping of William Reid."

"What are you talking about?! I didn't do nothing to nobody!"

When Rossi and Morgan bust open the barn door, they found William Reid bound to a chair and gagged with a white cloth.

"Clear!" They both set about untying him.

"Where's my wife and son?" He asked the second he was free of his gag.

"Your wife is in the sanitarium and your son is safe at home." Said Morgan, untying his bindings. William sighed in relief. They were okay. His own injuries were very minor- just a few cuts on his arms. They were easily patched up by the EMT's. Horace had already been loaded into the police cars and was being driven away. Hotch called Garcia to let them know what was going on, but she didn't pick up the phone. Unbeknownst to them, she was engaged with trying to get Spencer to eat something.

William asked the agents to take him to Bennington Sanitarium before going back home- that way they would all be together when they got home. As soon as they pulled into the parking lot William sprinted toward the building, focused solely on getting his wife back into his arms. He could barely handle filling in the sign in sheet before he set out to find her. He checked her room first and, when she wasn't there, went to the common room. There she sat on the couch, reading a novel by Victor Hugo.

He walked over, barely able to contain himself and waited for her to look at him. When she did, her eyes widened.

"Will?" She whispered in shock. He nodded.

"Hello Diane."

She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him with a passion that shocked them both.

"You're okay?" She asked, once their lips parted.

"Fine. I'm perfectly fine."

"Good." She sighed in relief. "Now we can go home."

He offered her his hand, and she took it. Before they left they stopped by Dr. Norman's office where Diana looked at him coldly. He nodded at the both of them before letting them leave. They sat in the back of the SUV, explaining everything that had happened to one another on the way, and waited until they were back home before racing out and opening the front door.

Spencer, who had been poking at his dinner with his fork since six that evening (it was now well past eleven at night), had been depressed the entire day. Every moment seemed to get more and more darkly depressing. He was so engrossed in his own disappointment that when the door opened, he didn't look up. Diana and William shared a look.

"Spencer?" They said together. He whipped around so fast that he knocked his chair over. It took him a moment to absorb what he was seeing before he ran to both of them and hugged them tightly. Diana's face was red as tears streamed freely down her cheeks.

"We love you so much, baby. More than you'll ever know."

"I love you Mommy. I love you Daddy."

Garcia, who was watching from the kitchen, just smiled- as did the team watching from the doorway.

That was what family was supposed to be.