Reid flinches at the sound of another headstone breaking. He wasn't sure what it was that set Charles off, maybe it was just the whiskey he had drunk, but he was now stomping around the small cabin, breaking things left and right.

"But you are worse than my bastard son," He snarled, his speech only slightly slurred. Reid was on edge, but he hadn't expected the man to grab his arm roughly. Reid reacted the first way his sleep-deprived mind suggested; he flung Charles away from him with his mind. In hindsight, he knew he shouldn't have done it. But hindsight is 20/20 and he was tired, dehydrated, and starving. He also didn't think it would work, but being inhibited took his captors powers down more than a few notches.

"I knew it!" He shouted as he got up, and Reid found that he didn't have enough strength left to perform that little mind trick again. "You are the devil," Reid shook his head, but Charles went on. "Don't try to deny it now, I've seen what you are." He stocked in front of Reid, and he shrunk back, flinching when he reached down for his hands. To his great surprise, Charles unlocked to cuffs and pulled him to his hobbled feet. He let out a yelp when he was forced to put pressure on his broken foot, but was pushed out into the freezing night regardless of his injuries regardless of his injuries and lack of proper clothes. He had no shoes and no coat; it had to be below zero. They walked until both his feet and hands were numb from the cold. When he said he couldn't walk, Charles threatened to drag him. He would rather walk, though he was tempted to accept. It was slow going, and it had to have been an hour before they reached their destination.

There was nothing special about this specific part of the graveyard, as far as he could tell, but this is where Charles dropped him. A shovel was thrown next to his kneeling form.

"Dig." his captor growled lowly, and Reid had the sinking feeling that he knew why. He was digging his own grave.

The black SUV's pulled to a stop outside the small shack, the FBI agents pouring out in a rush to look for their missing member.

"Damnit!" Morgan shouted when he wasn't in the ramshackle cabin.

"Spread out. He's here somewhere." Hotch said. Tobias's truck was still out there, so he had to be here somewhere.

Reid leaned heavily on the shovel, sucking in air.

"I said dig," Charles repeated the same phrase he did every time Reid stopped, but unlike the other times, Reid shook his head.

"I can't," He rasped through chapped lips, "I'm not strong enough." Charles shoved him out of the way with a growl.

"You're all weak," He grumbled venomously. There were sounds of shouting voices in the distance, beams of light cutting through the heavy darkness. Charles turned around, and Reid saw an opportunity. There was his gun, right there. He held out his hand and the weapon flew into his shaky fingers like Thor's hammer. Charles whipped back around, quickly producing a knife from his waistband and holding it up menacingly. "Only one bullet in that gun, boy."

"I'll take my chances," He hissed, and before Charles could take more than a step forward, he pulled the trigger. His aim was true and the bullet lodged itself into Charles' chest. He looked down at the bleeding wound in shock before he fell backward. Reid crawled toward the dying man, throwing the knife away from him before getting close.

A gunshot echoed out into the mostly quiet night. The agents ran toward the sound, most of them sure that they would be finding a body instead of their friend. JJ had tears in her eyes at the thought and ran faster.

"You did it," Tobias said, a small smile on his face. "You killed him."

"No, no, no, no, no," Reid murmured, not exactly sure how he felt about this. Tobias had been the one that took him, but he had tried to protect him too. He brought him back to life. He should hate this man. So why did it hurt?

"Do you think I'll see my mom?" He asked, sounding like a child. Reid felt tears spring to his eyes. Before he could answer, Tobias, smiled and stopped breathing. Reid could only stare at his body, even as light was shined on his face and his friends pulled him to his feet. He looked down at the gun still clenched in his hand and wondered if it had been worth it.

…

"Hey!" Garcia ambushed him as soon as he stepped off the elevator. It was his first day back at work, and he was more than ready to get back to the job. It had been months, but his foot was healed and after many psyche evaluations, he had been approved to get back on duty. She crushed him in a tight hug that he suspected was partly to make sure that he was eating the food that she was sending him. Casserole, stews, pasta, you name it. Every time he told her that she didn't need to make him food, and every time she told him that she wanted to. She knew that he had a habit of not eating when he was distracted or didn't want to go to the effort to feed himself, so she insisted. He was too polite to refuse.

"Look whos back," Morgan said, smirking as he sauntered up to them. "Enjoy your vacation, pretty boy?"

"Yeah, sure, if you want to call it that." He said distractedly as he looked around the bullpen in search of his other teammates. "Hey, where is everyone?" He asked.

"In the conference room. We've got a case," Reid smiled, glad to get back to the old routine. He could use a new challenge. And what was there to do, but keep moving forward?

A/N: Wow! Final chapter guys! I am so sorry it took this long to get out, but I have been learning new songs for a singing competition on weeknights and performing said songs on weekends. It completely slipped my mind that I didn't finish this. So, here it is :). Thank you so much for the support I needed to finish this story, and I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did!