Amy panicked. "You. Have. WHAT?!"

Domonick sighed. "The tumor he most likely found? Well...it's not just attached to my lung. I didn't develop lung cancer first. It started in the liver and spread quickly. In November I was supposed to go in for surgery to remove the tumor, but that didn't exactly get to happen because the day before I was to go in, Stan showed up."

"When were you planning to tell us this?!" Amy asked, her voice already shaky and high-pitched with worry and tears.

Domonick bit his lip. "I wasn't. The surgery would have been live or die, and even then I would have only have months remaining. I'm not making it out of this. I only found this out the week before Stan showed up, and even then the cancer was pretty severe."

Danielle gripped his hand tightly, resting her head on his shoulder. "I can't lose you..."

Domonick rested his head on hers, resting his other hand on her cheek. "I'm sorry... It's not like I want to leave you."

His fiancée sniffled. "I know, but..."

He closed his eyes, slowly stroking her cheek. "I'm sorry," he whispered, the remorse evident in his voice.

Suddenly a sob echoed through the room, and all eyes fell on Amy. She had tried to keep her crying private, limiting herself to tears, but she couldn't keep the sobs for long. Her eyes were red and puffy, and her hands were pressed to her mouth and chest to help control her upset, but it wasn't enough for her amount of grief. Her brother was all she had left. He couldn't leave her. He just couldn't do that to her. After they lost everyone they had ever known, now, the two would be losing each other... It just wasn't fair.

A wave of grief washed upon Domonick's being, and fresh tears spewed from his eyes. He understood what she was feeling, and suddenly felt unbelievably guilty.

"Amy..." His voice cracked, but the hand on Danielle's cheek reached out for his sister, the only family he had left.

Amy grasped his hand and leaned forward in her wheelchair, wanting to be closer to him. Hotch noticed this, and soon he was at her side, helping her up onto the hospital bed so she could lay beside her brother. Instantly Domonick's arm wrapped itself around her, pulling her towards his chest and letting her cry into him. He hung his head, almost ashamed.

After minutes of very depressing silence, Hotch cleared his throat. "On a positive note, Reid is being released today as well-"

Suddenly Dr. Rawlings jumped. "That's right! I have to go help him out. I'll check on you later, Domonick." He left the room.

Hotch sighed. "He left in a hurry."

"Don't blame him," Domonick said softly. "That man was more lost and heartbroken because he knew no amount of medication nor anything that he could do medically can help me at this point."

"Can we please change the subject?" Danielle begged.

Her fiancé nodded. "Of course."

"I had to tell them about us."

"How we're engaged?"

"Well, unofficially so, but yes." Danielle sighed. "Now it's pointless."

Domonick shook his head. "I'd like to enjoy the last few months of my life, and I'd like to die with a wedding ring on my finger."

The expression that fell onto Danielle's face was worthy of a photograph. It was heartbroken, yet full of love. She pulled his hand towards her chest. "It would be an honor..." She started crying again, and Domonick's hand shifted from her chest to her face, brushing her cheek with his thumb before resting his pointer finger on her lips as he shushed her.

"No more tears for now, okay?" he asked with a sweet yet saddened smile.

Danielle nodded, wiping her eyes.

About a half hour later, the sound of conversation approached the room. The first to enter were Spencer and Eloïse, followed by Morgan and Rossi.

"Hey, man!" Morgan said, walking over to the foot of the hospital bed.

Domonick smiled. "Hey Derek! What's up?"

"Nothing much, you?" He laughed. "Dumb question."

Spencer quickly said, "Actually, it's not quite a dumb question, if you think about it. We can guess how he's doing, and we can profile him, but we won't truly know unless he tells us."

Domonick laughed. "Spencer, I hate to burst your bubble, and I hate to ruin what good friendship we all have, but prepare yourselves: I'm more of a genius than Dr. Spencer Reid over here."

Everyone except Amy (who was still curled up against her brother's chest) made their shock and disbelief apparent, especially in their words.

But Domonick merely smiled. "I, too, have an eidetic memory, but I can read 30,000 words per minute and I have an IQ of 195."

Spencer's eyes were wide. "I'm shocked that I'm shocked by this. How did you keep this a secret?"

But Morgan merely laughed. "Impossible. There is no way-"

Amy cleared her throat. "There's more."

The room went silent and filled with wide eyes and gaping mouths.

Domonick chuckled. "You think graduating from a public high school at age twelve's impressive? I started taking online college courses at the age of eight, graduated a private high school at age ten, then continued online college courses until I turned eighteen. From there I went to college and graduated with my three PhDs, which I'd been studying for throughout the previous ten, fourteen years or so."

"And what are your PhDs in?" Morgan asked.

Domonick sighed. "I'll admit, they're not very smart things. I have PhDs in language, criminology...and music."

Danielle looked at him. "How on earth have you kept all this from me?"

Domonick shrugged. "We never brought any of this up. I'm supposed to be smart considering I'm part of the CIA, and I rarely sing or play a musical instrument around you. Normally that's Amy's job."

"I want to hear you play, Domonick," Hotch suddenly said.

Domonick smiled. "I wish I could do so, but at the moment that's not a very probable thing."

Amy sighed. "In my bag on my wheelchair is one of your ocarinas, plus your piccolo and a tiny pan flute."

Her brother looked down at her in shock. "What, did you prepare for this moment?"

She shook her head. "No, I just have them with me because you never know when you might want to play an instrument."

Domonick nodded slowly. "That is very true..."

Eloïse and Spencer started going through the bag, and pulled out the ocarina, piccolo, and pan flute. "Which are you playing?"

Domonick sighed and reached for them. "Hand me the piccolo and pan flute. You can put the ocarina back."

Once he held the instruments in his hand, he lifted the piccolo to his mouth and started playing a rather cheery celtic-sounding tune. Everyone was impressed by his skill, and he clearly enjoyed playing. When he finished, he set the instrument in his lap and picked up the pan flute. The song he played next was quite a change from the first, as it was "Colors of the Wind" from the Disney movie Pocahontas. This caught Amy by surprise, and she struggled to refrain from singing along. When he concluded the song, he set down his flute and started coughing.

Amy took the hint and started cleaning the two instruments, handing them back to Eloïse, who put them away.

"I'm impressed," Hotch said when Domonick regained his breath.

"Thanks."

"What a family," Morgan remarked.

Spencer frowned. "And you're younger than me."

Eloïse said playfully, "Gee, Spence, maybe I married the wrong genius...?"

Spencer instantly turned to her and kissed her lips, no doubt desiring her to change her mind. Danielle giggled, and soon Domonick turned to her and smiled warmly, kissing her lips as well.

Amy smiled, looking down at the sheets covering her brother. To think that, in that moment, there was love, when her brother was dying and three individuals in the room didn't know this.

There was a knock at the door, and Dr. Rawlings walked back in, looking in a file folder. "Domonick, I was looking at the results from your blood tests, considering I never thought to really look until after you woke, and the cancer's in more than just that tumor on your liver and lung-"

"Wait, cancer?" Morgan asked, confused.

Domonick sighed. "I apologize for not saying this sooner, but I'm dying. I have a tumor on my liver that's decided to hook onto my lung, and now Dr. Rawlings has something to add to it?"

Eloïse, Spencer, and Morgan looked at him in shock, turning to Dr. Rawlings next.

The doctor sighed. "Well, it's in your bloodstream as well, and I have a feeling that because of this, it's in your kidneys. Now, the only way to know this would be to take a biopsy from your kidneys..." He trailed off. "But, that wouldn't help us cure it, now would it?"

Domonick sighed. "Unfortunately not. The tumor's in such a location that going in to remove it would be pretty risky." He gestured to the three who had missed the whole conversation on his cancer, and said, "By the way, I was supposed to go into surgery the day after Stan decided to show up, as I'd just found out about it a week before and it was already pretty bad then. Now it's only gotten worse."

Spencer looked down. "There has to be a cure. Something. Anything."

But Domonick shook his head. "I'm afraid not. It's in my blood now. I can't be rid of it. The surgery to remove the tumor would have been a matter of life or death, as one wrong move would puncture a lung or even my liver and I'd be as good as dead. Now, it would be hell to remove it and the cancer itself would merely remain in my system."

"What about chemotherapy and radiation?" Eloïse asked.

Domonick shook his head. "The cancer itself has no known cure. Sure, those would postpone my death, but the radiation could damage good tissue, and chemo would just make me a sick, miserable young man."

Everyone looked down, including Dr. Rawlings. The thought of Domonick dying was not pleasing to any of them, especially not to Amy, Danielle, and Spencer.