(Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Criminal minds or the show itself)

This chapter is going to be shorter, only because I've already posted one this morning, and I couldn't put it in the finale as it would be too long, (for my taste anyway.)

The last chapter will be up sometime tomorrow, I'm gonna miss this story.

The CSI team stood stock still, silence enveloping them. The man they knew as James Cooper, looked away sadly, guilt glinting off his tears.

"I'm sorry." Came his barely audible voice, choking on emotion.

"You know them?" Conner snapped angrily.

"Y..you said he was dead." Whispered Mara, her emotions were conflicted and she didn't know how to react.

"Maybe we should talk somewhere more private." Hotch said, his voice low and his frown deep.

Morgan grabbed Reid under his armpits and heaved him to his feet. He didn't resist this time, too weak with grief to care.

Stanley gave him an odd look, but Morgan pulled Reid into a warm embrace, shielding him from the suspicious looks.

"Why?" Growled Conner.

Hotch didn't answer instead motioning for his team to join him in the conference room, Morgan helped Reid into the room, leaving the CSI standing around in idle shock.

It took several minutes for them to move. When they joined the BAU in the conference room and the door was closed, a claustrophobic tension fell down upon them.

Reid had his back to them all, his arms crossed tightly across his chest and his eyes were watching the wall intently. The ringing in his ears bubbled up in volume and a headache split across his skull. The voices around him were muffled.

"Is he going to explain?" Conner snarled.

Hotch glanced at Reid, who was visibly trembling.

"Well!?" Shouted Conner expectantly. Rossi confronted the man, causing him to shrink away.

"Maybe, if you stopped running that mouth of yours he would explain." Growled the Italian, with a calm that sent shivers down Conner's back.

Reid's head bombarded him with question after question, he was trying to answered each one logically. Why is your father here? Why would Callen take him? Is this a message? Is he... a friendly palm on Reid's shoulder pulled him out of his head.

"Spencer?" Hotch murmured quietly. Reid spun around so suddenly, that Hotch himself, was taken aback.

"My mom? She's safe isn't she?" A horrible thought crept over him. What if Callen was targeting his biological family? Reid wouldn't let any of his family get hurt by that man, including his team. He'd already made that promise to himself and broken it twice, when JJ was shot he vowed once more, that no-one would get hurt because of him. Now his own father was dead. He could not allow this to go on.

"She's fine. She's still in vegas last I heard." Garcia reassured, giving him a weak smile. Reid released his breath, which he hadn't realised he'd been holding. He peered up at the ceiling, feeling a wetness cling to his eyes. Once he was sure the tears had dispersed, he came back to reality and looked back at Hotch.

"Why was he here, Hotch?" He said, surprisingly passive and calm.

"Callen kidna..." Hotch started, but Reid intercepted in a woeful voice.

"Hotch, please. It was because of me wasn't it?" Reid's brain had already figured it out. Callen was targeting the team, if his father had been with them, therefore, he too was a target.

Hotch opened his mouth again, but closed it, knowing better. He nodded solemnly.

"Then it's my f...fault." Reid's voice broke and he released a half sob, which he extinguished quicklyby turning his back and covering his mouth.

"Don't say that!" Morgan yelled. "He did this. All of it. Don't you dare blame yourself. Don't ever do that." He ordered with frustration. Reid kept his back turned.

"Can we please back up a bit? Cooper isn't actually Cooper?" Mara asked, still trying to wrap her brains around it.

Hotch was watching Reid, his face held a look of guilt and sympathy.

Alex, seeing that her team were focused on Reid, decided to explain the situation.

"Reid never actually died, as you can see. A week after the kidnapping, we were about to get back to normal, Reid, or Cooper as you know him, had just left the hospital. Callen had shot Reid in the head before escaping and going into hiding; he believed that Spencer was dead. So when Reid got back home he too had to go into hiding to keep Callen's illusion going. We knew if he didn't go into witness protection Callen would go after him and us again. That worked in that he stopped perusing Reid, but we became his next targets." She sighed, pursing her lips together.

Reid turned again, having sufficiently composed himself.

"I'm sorry I lied to you. I would never of deceived you if I had a choice." He mumbled. Mara shook her head at him. She tiptoed up to him and pulled him down into her arms. She stood back, taking him in.

"Spencer" She let it roll on her tongue, tasting how it sounded as it reverberated. "I admit now, that it does suit you better." Reid released a small laugh from his closed lips.

"What else haven't you told us?" Harper asked, a smile drawing over his own lips.

"I have 3 PhD's instead of two." Reid shrugged.

"Of course" sighed Stanley, chuckling.

"The real question is, what the hell do we do now?" Conner added genuinely, his voice free of sarcasm and arrogance. Reid was pulled back deep into his thoughts.

"I'm going to kill him." Reid declared, taking steps towards the door, a sudden determination driving him forward.

"No. Reid, there's still a chance he thinks you're dead, you can't risk anything else." Hotch intoned.

"No-one else will die because of me, Hotch." He responded weakly.

"And they won't, I promise."

Callen

"Did you dump the body?" Callen inquired examining his fingernails.

"Yea, couple hours ago, so they should of found him by now." Confirmed Darrell.

"Goooood." Callen hissed, a serpent like smile blossoming over his lips. He whistled over at the short man wearing a bloodied shoulder white coat, who shivered in fear when Callen called his name, as if he were a dog being called over.

"If you numb my leg up tomorrow. I won't be able to feel it, right?" He motioned to the bandaged calf, where a bullet had gone straight through.

"Yes, but it may not be so wise as to walk on it so soon, though you won't feel any pain, you could cause extensive damage."

"Don't challenge my plan. You are dismissed." He made a shooing movement and the little man hurried away.

Callen smiled menacingly at his long time partner; Darrell.

"This is for James." Toasted Darrell, remembering the Conrad they'd lost to prison.

"And Phillip." Lamented Callen, searching for the few memories he had of his half brother.

"You know the plan?" He reiterated. Darrell nodded.

"Good. There will be no BAU by this time tomorrow." He sighed happily.