"What is she doing? We told her not to go inside." Emily put her face in her hands then looked at Rossi. "Now what do we do?"

A voice came through their headsets: "I'm fine, let me do this. Do not come in, yet."

"I can't believe that she went in there." Rossi shook his head. "Well, do we listen to her?"

The team discussed it for about one minute and thirty seconds, each person arguing a different reason why they should or should not listen. Only Reid was silent. He was thinking back to what she had told him in the woods.

She said that we are very alike, which is true. If she knew what she was saying, then she would want to join the BAU for close to the same reasons as me. She wants to be somewhere where she will be appreciated, and she wants to help people. She would go into the house because she believes that it is the only way to get him out without detonating the bomb.

"Guys. Guys!" Spencer shouted over the babble of the team's discussion. "We have to let her stay in there. Something she said in the woods, leads me to believe that she knows what she's doing, and we have to trust her. Please, just give her a few minutes."

"Are you sure, Reid? We can't have any mistakes." Emily gave him a pleading look.

He nodded. "I'm sure." I have to be.

…

"I see you still have that gun collection."

"Nice, huh? I see you now have a gun of your own. Ha, that's funny. You have a gun, but you're still not allowed to wear shoes?"

"I prefer to go barefoot. And as for the gun, I won't use it, if you put yours down."

He laughed, like it was all just a big game. "Alright, just you and me." He unclipped two guns from his sides and tossed them across the room. Isabel did the same. "The vest too." She paused a moment before slowly taking it off. "Good. Now that's over, let's talk, friend to friend."

"I was never your friend."

"Oh, silly me. I forgot that your only friends are your books." He was deliberately mocking her. She didn't know about the knife hidden in his belt.

Then again, he didn't know anything about her.

"Want to know some answers?" She looked at him intently. "I'll tell you why I almost killed you, if you tell me why you killed those people."

"It's obvious why you hated me: I hurt one of your little friends." He was laughing at her now.

She laughed along. "I assure you, it's much more than that. So how about it?"

He sat back in his chair. "Alright, you win. I killed Carl because he stole my fiancé. Michael gave me this." He lifted his pant leg to reveal a wide scar almost the length of his leg. "And I couldn't get to you, so I decided that your dad was the next best thing. As for the other two, and all the people before them, well, let's just say that I had a score to settle with them. I know you're gonna ask, so I'll tell you. I want to kill every breathing person out there because they are threatening me. They're all miserable liars who poke their noses into people's personal business a little too often for my liking."

"Those weren't the only people you killed…You're a Hitman, aren't you." It wasn't a question, she had already figured out the answer.

"Bingo. But don't be shy, what do you have to say about me?"

"I'm different. I can read people's personalities. When you took my book, I knew that you would grow up to be a killer. That's why I beat you; I tried to protect everyone."

"And yet, you get punished. Isn't it nauseating how you try to do a good thing, and everyone hates you for it? They don't understand, do they? I do, I understand."

"I know you do." She paused and closed her eyes. "And that's why this ends today." In a flash she jumped up, and ran to where she tossed her borrowed gun. Stephen realized what she was about to do, so he ran towards her, brandishing his once concealed knife. She shot him at the same moment that he stabbed her.

Stephen's eyes rolled back into his head as he fell to the ground. The SWAT team stormed in to find a dead Stephen and Isabel clutching her stomach and leaning against a wall. They carried her out and placed her on a gurney. Before she left for the Hospital, she told Hotch that Stephen confessed, that she had to kill him before everyone near the house died.

"And, Sir? Thank you for trusting me. I'm sorry if I did the wrong thing."

"You did what was necessary." Hotch called to Spencer. "Reid, take her to the Hospital."

Reid got into the Ambulance and looked at Isabel with a loss for words, but he didn't need to say anything.

"Spencer, I know that I'm not going to make it."

"Yes you are. You can't give up, we'll go to the Hospital, and they'll help you. You'll get better, and we can talk about literature and Star Trek…" He trailed off.

"Please…just listen, I'm running out of time. I know I'm not going to make it with or without giving up. Besides, Star Wars is so much better than Star Trek." They both laughed before she began coughing. When she stopped, she continued.

"Every day that goes by, I think about how my life could have been so much better if I had just controlled myself…but I feel like I had to do something, even if it wasn't resolved then. I know that you and your team feel the same way sometimes. You can't save everyone, but you can do everything in your power to help make the world a better place." She paused for a moment to take a deep breath. "I don't know if you heard me tell Stephen, but I can see what people are like inside. That's why I tried to kill him back in first grade. I was trying to prevent all this. I hurt the teacher because I knew that he was a rapist. You are a good person, Spencer, and don't let that change. Your team consists of some of the best people I've ever known. Don't give up."

Her breathing was getting really shallow.

Spencer called to the driver, "Faster, please, we have to go faster!"

"I have two requests. Tell my mom that I forgive her, that I'm sorry, and I love her. Second, I want to be buried with no shoes on, and I want the soundtrack to Les Misérables playing at my funeral…especially the last song."

Spencer couldn't help himself. "You know, the play is actually pretty inaccurate considering it was based on the book. They left a lot of things out and-."

"I know. I read it."

"You read it? I guess that shouldn't be surprising, it's just that, I've never met anyone else who has."

"You and I are a lot alike. I will see you again, someday. Just know that no matter how alone you feel, you are never alone."

She closed her eyes, and Spencer could tell that she was gone. The one person who ever seemed to have understood me…