It was a struggle, but somehow Wren managed to climb the steps and go through his contacts to find Reid's number. The contact was near the top, but it took him a while to open the app as he ran. At the top of the stairs he was finally able to hit call. Panting, he quickly walked toward his room, listening to the phone ring. As soon as he heard someone pick up, he started, "Reid! Something's happening. You gotta-" Touching the door to enter his room, he felt arms constrict around him from behind. One grabs him around the abdomen while the other covers his mouth.

Wren freezes with the phone to his ear. He can hear his savior yelling on the other end, "Wren? Are you alright? Wren, can you hear me?" Tears come to his eyes being unable to reply. The arm around his body releases and places a knife to his throat. With the tip threatening to break the skin, the hand around his mouth releases and hovers in front of his face, silently asking for the phone. As much as it hurts to not respond to Reid, the knife to his throat hurts more. He pulls it away from his ear without a word and places it in the hand in front of him. The hand hits the end button and pulls it out of view.

Knife still pressed to his throat, Wren hears the voice of the man behind him. His blood turns to ice and his body goes rigid as he recognizes the worst voice he's ever heard, "Good boy. Now let's go downstairs for the show."

Father and son walk back the hallway and down the stairs where Wren just came from. Mr. Hill keeps the knife pressed against the side of his son's neck; just barely touching the skin without penetrating it.

They descend the stairs, and Wren can just make out the sound of Riley talking to someone else. He hears a male voice say calmly, "I saw you running around locking all the doors, Riley, but you didn't check all the ways in here…windows can work as doors too ya know."

Wren takes the final step down into the living room and takes in the scene around him. Riley is standing facing him, her back to the door leading to the agents' rooms. A man that looked familiar to Wren was standing in the doorway to the kitchen. It took a moment, but Wren finally placed him as the man that kidnapped him months ago. The one Riley had a fight with in that empty building.

His father steps into the living room, still holding the knife to Wren's neck. "You know the crazy thing, God? Doors can work as doors too! So glad there was one to the second floor upstairs from those bunk rooms over there. Don't know how I would have found my son otherwise." He tussles his son's hair aggressively with a sick grin stretching across his face.

Wren lets out a whimper as the movement of his head causes the knife to move against his neck.

"Shut up! It isn't your turn to speak. Besides, I think you've done enough talking for the night. Who were you calling up there?"

His son looks at the floor with tears in his eyes, "I..I..it…"

"Useless. Absolutely useless. Whatever, I don't care. You didn't get to say anything to whoever it was anyway."

Wren looks up at Riley and makes eye contact, trying to tell her he's sorry for failing her. He couldn't even make a phone call right. A phone call that Riley needed him to make. Maybe he was just as useless as his father says.

Riley looks back to him with sympathetic eyes. "It's okay." She mouths silently as Hill and Elizabeth have their own conversation.

"God, would you mind grabbing me a chair from the kitchen?"

The other man nods and does as asked, carrying a wooden chair out of the dark kitchen. "Where would you like it?" His smooth voice makes Wren uncomfortable in these circumstances.

"Just put it on this side of the room. I thought I'd be nice and let my son have a seat while we watch you do your thing."

"Aw how very considerate of you, Hill." He places the chair down on this side of the room, about 10 feet in front of Riley. She watches them, worried about where this is going. She knows what these two are capable of on their own, she can only imagine their cruelty teamed up. "And people said you were a bad father!" God's voice interrupts Riley's thinking.

"Right? It's just so rude," Mr. Hill responds with an incredulous look as he leads his son over to sit in the chair, facing the living room. He holds him down with his left hand on his shoulder and the knife against the right side of the boy's neck.

"Although, maybe they're not all wrong," He says with a grin as he lets the knife dig into the boy's skin and slides it along. A scratch starts to trickle blood and Wren lets sniffle out as he does his best to hold back tears.

Riley can't stand there and watch her brother be hurt anymore. She takes two steps forward and raises here arms in a gesture of peace. "Stop it!" She commands. "We don't have to do this."

Faster than she was expecting, God reaches out from in front of them and grabs her left arm, twisting it behind her back and forcing her down to the floor on her stomach.

Her arm behind her back like this, God grins as he starts cutting the all-too-familiar line down her forearm just as he did the last time they met. "This is going a lot easier than the last few times we've seen each other. Are you going soft on me, Riley? Or are you just scared?" He taunts.

She swings her right elbow around and connects with his chin. He falls to the side form the blow, giving her the chance to push herself up. He stands as well and they find themselves face to face.

Riley looks at him with hurt and confusion, "Why are you doing this?"

The man chuckles cruelly, "Oh come on, Riley. Shouldn't you know? Can't you just instantly know everything about everyone?"

"You're…different. You don't radiate your emotions like others. You're too closed off. Like you had a bad childhood and you're used to hiding your emotions from others…" She squints her eyes at him, beginning to understand him like she never could be.

"Oh, don't start now!" He takes an unexpected swing at her with his fist and knocks her to the ground.

She holds her head where it hit the ground, blinks a few times, and stands, not ready for this man to win this easy. She looks at him more intensely, reading him for the first time. "You've always been on your own; as a child, as an adult. You like that though. You work alone. Sure you have the passing partner, but it's out of convenience, never out of necessity. You work with them until you get what you want, and then the deal is off. And that's made you egotistical and narcissistic. Why work with someone else when you can do better alone?

He charges to tackle her, but she steps aside and he collapses to the floor where she was. He remains on the floor, glaring up at her.

She stays standing not far from him, the thoughts racing in her mind. "But if you work so well alone, why did you need me all these years? You've groomed me since I was what, 7? If you are so good on your own, why did you enlist the help of a 7 year old girl?"

"Shut up! I didn't need you! You're nothing special!" He sneers. He takes a swing with the knife from his position on the ground, taking advantage of her distracted state. The knife cuts across her left shin.

Riley falls back onto her butt and scoots a few feet away from him, still deep in thought. "No…it's because you're not special. You can't profile people like the BAU can. Like I can. That's why you've needed me all these years.

Elizabeth jumps up and rushes over to Riley before she has the chance to stand up. She sees Him approach, but it's too late. He kicks her down, thwarting her too-late attempt to get up back down, and stands on her abdomen. He presses down. "I don't need anyone."

Riley can feel the force of his foot becoming too much. She's gasping. "You need people more than you think. You wouldn't have so many followers if you didn't. You have connections for things you can't do. That's why you had me, because you can't just look at someone and know their life story, know their strengths, know their weaknesses."

A final push and Riley feels the ribs on the right side of her body let go with a crack! She cries out but feels the pressure release and slides back away from the man. She finds herself against the couch. Clutching her right side with her left hand, she stands level to her villain. Breathing heavily and wincing with each deep breath, she looks into His eyes as He looks off into the mid-distance, reminiscing.

"All I ever wanted was to be a part of the FBI. I wasn't afraid to get down and dirty, do the stuff regular people would be too squeamish to do, ya know? I heard about the BAU back in the early 2000's when it started to get the news attention it so deserved. I never wanted anything more. I tried to go through the academy, I took profiling classes, but I couldn't get it. I failed every single profiling course I ever took. My professors told me I'd be a better communications major; they told me if I was so set on the FBI, to look into liaison positions because I just had such a way with words. I didn't want to talk to people, I wanted to understand them. And now I wanted to destroy them. After a few years of failure after failure, I gave up trying to get into the FBI. If I couldn't take the job I so desired, I vowed to break those who could get it. What better way to do so than by beating them at their own game; profiling them and destroying them with their own greatest weaknesses."

Nodding slowly, Riley thinks aloud, "You admired them and what they could do…but you couldn't do it yourself. And God only works alone. It wasn't just the job that you wanted. You wanted what they had; the ability to profile." She tisks and shakes her head, "You are so full of yourself that you would kill them because they can do something you can't!"

"Yes!" He rushes forward, grabbing her by the neck and lifting her so that her feet barely touch the ground. "I needed that information on them so that I could finish my mission, but you took it!" He tightens his grip, feeling satisfied as she starts to cough. "That was my information on those agents! I wanted to tear them apart bit by bit!"

Despite the screaming in her ribs, Riley kicks up and knees Him in the groin. He lets go and takes a step back, bending over to catch his breath. Riley sits against the arm of the couch, trying her best to catch her breath too. Weakly, but still with a passion, she manages to squeak out, "It was never your information to begin with."

Still bent over, but recovering much faster than His opponent, "Oh and it was yours? You wouldn't know your potential without me! You'd be nothing without me!"

Gaining momentum and fire of her own, "I'd have my parents without you! How did you even know about me in the first place? I didn't even know what I could do. I was so young.

God chuckles as he stands straight up to speak, "It's funny actually, it was complete happenstance; the perfect example of right place, right time. I was at a bar your stepfather frequented. I overheard him having a conversation with someone nearby. He was talking about this daughter he had; small, sweet girl with an uncanny ability to understand people. My ears perked up at the conversation, this was only a few months after I started my mission to take down the BAU, and all of a sudden the perfect specimen to help do it was handed to me on a silver platter. All I had to do was find a way to get to you. I kept listening and he went on about how amazingly smart you were for your age, despite the poor genetic influence of your unknown to you, dead-beat, biological father. That's when I saw my way in; a smart little girl like you would love to know a secret about yourself. You'd think I was a God being able to tell your life story that not even your parents would tell you."

Blinking and looking off into the distance beyond him, Riley speaks aloud quietly, "So all of this…was because you overheard one conversation one night. You just happened to be at the right place and the right time and listening to the right conversation. My dad was talking about me to his friends, you overheard it, and planned to use my ability to read people against everyone I'd ever meet. My whole life has been dictated by this one conversation…"

He takes a few steps closer as she continues to stare into the distance, frozen as she ponders the odds. A small smile on His face, "It's like the universe was drawing us together. We were meant to meet like this Riley. It's fate, Riley."

Still with a distant, distracted tone, she says "After everything that's happened to me in this life…" She looks into his eyes, and her words harden. "I don't really believe in fate."

His smile dissipates and He punches her to the ground. "We could have made the perfect team!" He shouts down at her.

She moves out of the way as he goes to stomp his foot down on her again. She stops once she's out of immediate danger. "Perfect? You're a murderer! You just want to destroy people! I don't want to be part of your sick team! Why couldn't you just leave me alone when you knew I wouldn't give you what you wanted?" She moves onto all fours as she works to get herself back up on her feet.

"Because you were so perfect. This whole time you haven't been thinking…holistically, Riley." He strides over and kicks her in the stomach and chuckles as she collapses to the floor, spitting up blood. "You really haven't connected all of the dots yet, have you?"

Crawling away, she uses a padded chair to help her stand as He gives her a reprieve. She wipes the blood from her mouth and stands as tall as her body will allow her. "What do you mean?"

"You said it yourself. I can't stand when others can do what I cannot. It's not just those agents I despise for this ability." He takes a few steps closer, forcing her to back up away from Him, and farther away from Wren and his father. "You, Riley." A sinister grin on his lips. "You can profile without even trying! You've been able to do this since you could talk!"

He lashes out with the knife and cuts near her collarbone, chuckling as he connects with skin and a red line appears. He goes to take another swipe but Riley moves back, making Him miss, and knocking the knife out of His hand on the upswing. His grin is replaced with rage.

"It's not fair! Whether you like it or not, Riley, you have what I want. And if you can't join me, then I can't let you join anyone else." He pulls a gun out of his back pocket. "I've grown tired of this cat and mouse game. I've grown tired of you, Riley."

Eyes widening, Riley rushes forward and grabs the pistol over His hands. He fires the gun but the bullet misses to the right of Riley's shoulder and lodges into the wooden wall behind her. They struggle over the weapon, forcing the barrel back and forth between the two; His finger on the trigger the whole time.

Riley can hear Hill on the opposite side of the room, "Alright looks like this is about over. It's time for you and me to have some fun, son."

There's a pause and then Riley hears Wren's high-pitched, worried voice, "No! Please stop."

She feels a surge of energy and passion to fight back. Not just for herself. For her brother. For her family. For the BAU.

Smoke billows up to the ceiling as the gun fires. His body hits the ground and Riley is left standing, gun held loosely in her hands, staring dumbfounded as blood gushes from the center of His chest.

The bullet tore through His body, filling His lungs with blood. He knows it, He can feel it. He lays back and tries to cover the wound but knows it's fatal; He's not going to survive this encounter. He knows these will be His last words and He wants to make them memorable.

With blood dripping from his mouth, God looks up at his foe. The girl who was once His prized ally; the girl who turned out to be His demise. "And you said you didn't want to be a part of my team," He looks down at His wound briefly before maintaining eye contact again. "You're just like me now, Riley. I'm proud of you."