A/N: So, I got pretty ill so I have a lot of time to write it, but guess what!? I haven't written a single word the whole week because I was literally lying and dying but, hey, there are the important things and more important things and who cares if I die, I HAVE TO WRITE THAT STORY! Don't worry, I will never drop it, even if I die I will continue writing it from hell!

Wow now, that was pretty creepy...

Disclaimer: Well... I do own the plot, don't I?

Hotch and Rossi quickly pulled their guns out, causing Annie to look at them for a moment and then laugh hysterically.

"Do you really think that these toys will be able to stop me?" she managed. "I got the power from the boy over here! Didn't hear me? THE PRINCE OF POWER! You cannot kill me, mere humans!" she yelled. They looked at her, quite uneasy, the difference in their power clear for them both. Then, they all heard the chuckling coming from Reid.

"Oh my, I can't believe you actually said that!" he grinned widely, as if trying really hard not to laugh his ass off. "You know that you were that 'mere human' for fifteen years of your life, right? You know exactly how it feels to be a human. Isn't that annoying? To need the power so bad and not having it? Must feel quite frustrating." Spencer laughed, trying to get her angry but not showing it. He knew that so far he did more than a great job.

"It was. That's exactly why I started playing with you - theoretically the most powerful creature in the world! Pathetic! And it worked, didn't it? Now, I have your power and every single emotion of yours! I know you better than you do!" she yelled in satisfaction, the need to feel that she was the better one there overpowering her.

"Oh, really?" Spencer smirked. "Then, you would easily tell illusions apart from the real thing, wouldn't you?" he asked, looking directly at her.

"What do you mean?" she asked, confused and not so confident anymore.

"Ha! Even with all the power I gave you you can't quite place it, can you? Shall I make it clear for you? The real me is not here at that moment. I'm quite far away, getting my team together and bringing them here. No matter how powerful you are, you will not be able to fight us all. Oh, and just so we're clear, I meant it. You're too weak to fight us. To weak to fight three mutants and six 'mere humans'. Hell, you're not strong enough to fight me alone! You're going to die, Annie." he grinned but then moved closer, his face getting serious once again.

"Or... You can come with us, let us lock you down for the rest of your life with your father. He seemed quite keen on getting you back, I wouldn't be surprised if he helped us getting you in prison." he looked at hear meaningfully and could see her face turning from almost confident again to more and more scared. "Now, don't be so scared, honey. It's all... going to be..." he got close, inches from her face. "Alright." he ended smiling, poking her nose and turning around. "Now, that we're all here, why don't we let the fun begin?" he asked, revealing the rest of the two teams standing just behind Hotch and Rossi, also aiming their guns at her. Everyone knew that the kind of person Annie was, she would never give up.

"Shoot, now!" Spencer yelled and disappeared only to show up next to them.

The guns could be heard. The yelling. Screaming. Crying. And finally, laughing.

"It's not enough!" she yelled.

"Again!" Spencer commanded.

"It's not enough!"

"Scarlet, Simon!" he looked at them, giving them a sign to attack.

The waves of electricity shot through Annie's body but she didn't even flinch. Then, came the horrible pain in her head.

"Get out of my head, you stupid, filthy bitch!" she yelled at Scarlet, pushing her to the ground without even using hands. At that point, Simon ran to his wife.

"Scarlet, honey, are you okay?" he asked but didn't receive the answer. "Scarlet!" he yelled to her. He felt something pushing itself though his skin and screamed in pain, collapsing next to his wife. Seeing it, Kingston ran to them but also doubled in pain and fainted. After that, everyone started falling to the ground, eyes closed in pain, terror and fear.

But then, everything went white. There was no pain anymore, no fear, nothing negative. Only... peace, silence, the warm feeling you get when someone you love holds you really tight.

"I think that's enough, Annie." the soft voice could be heard from everywhere, soothing every hurt person, making the pain disappear, all the discomfort gone. "You know, normally I would have to go with the boring sentences like 'You don't have to do it" or "Come with me, I will help you, I can help you" but you and I both know that you think you have to do it and that I will not help you. But, you know... I think you've caused enough harm. I will not ask you to come with me. Because that's what you asked me to do the first time I met you. Can you remember? The smile you gave me... I thought that was your mutation, because it was too perfect to be natural. That smile... It was like it was meant to heal but not the physical pain but the pain in here..." she felt a small tug at her heart. "You and your father are not necessarily one hundred bad people. He cares for you. He would never touch you in a bad way. He did everything for you. In his own wicked way, he did. And you, admit it or not, you helped me. You saved me. It doesn't matter why. You saved one life. See? Everyone is good in a way and bad in a way. And here's where we have a choice: we can either choose bad or good. Bad is easier, don't you think? You don't have to think about your actions. You can only care about yourself. And you claim to be strong. But, hey, if you choose the easier way, how does this make you strong? If you're not able to be a good person to fight for someone else than yourself, how does that not make you weak?" she could practically hear him smile and then, she saw him in his perfect form.

His eyes completely dark, his skin whiter than snow, his hair black as well but still so softly looking. He was looking at her, smiling softly, his smile the most beautiful thing in the whole world. His eyes, even though they were black, looked like the whole world reflected in them. His arms were long, almost begging you to let them curl themselves around you and let them comfort you.

"You know, all your life you didn't receive a single punishment for your sins. Don't you think now is the right time?" he asked, sadness in his voice.

"Please don't..." she whispered, tears in her eyes. "I don't want, please..."

"It's obvious you have never suffered before. I'm so jealous, you know. Why didn't you suffer if you were the one who made me go through hell? It's time to pay, Annie." everyone started opening their eyes in time to see Spencer kneeling in front of the woman and putting his hand on her forehead. "Now, sleep. Feel every single emotion people you've hurt felt and die like they did." he told her softly, watching as she closed her eyes and feeling the life escaping from her body.

"Is she dead?" Emily asked, getting closer to Spencer and the body next to him.

"Yeah... Yes, she is..." he answered sadly and stood up. "Look, I had to do it, she wouldn't listen and..." he started mumbling and the whiteness around them started shaking.

"Spencer, hey, hey, easy..." Hotch walked to him and hugged him. "No one is blaming you, okay?" he whispered to his ear. "She killed your mother, broke your heart, hurt so many people. She deserved it, okay?" when he received a nod, he let go of his young subordinate. "Now, as much as I'd love to stay here forever, because it's so... calm here, we have to come back to the headquarters and tell Setton about his dead daughter." he smiled and Spencer closed his eyes. After a moment, they were back to the land of living and Spencer looked like a normal human again. He looked at them apologetically.

"I'm sorry you got hurt..." he said, sounding guilty, not even daring to look them in the eyes.

"Hey, as far as I'm concerned you were the one who healed us, right?" Morgan laughed, patting his coworker on the shoulder.

"Spence, you're pale, are you OK?" JJ asked, concern in her voice. He did look pale and like he was ready faint any moment.

"Yeah, just... a little tired, come on, I'll get you back to the... headquarters before I actually pass out." he tried to smile but it didn't work out well and the only expression on his face was tiredness and fatigue.

He quickly transported all two teams back and took a deep breath.

"Wouldn't like to disturb your happiness but I'm about to faint..." he murmured and closed his eyes as his knees gave up holding his weight. Immediately Hotch was next to him, taking him in his arms and lying him down on the couch.

"I bet he did it on purpose!" Emily laughed. "I wanted to ask him some questions. Well, it'll have to wait I guess..." she grinned in his direction, watching him sleeping peacefully.

"We all did. He kind of acted strangely the whole day... Like something was haunting him..." Rossi supported her and everyone nodded in acknowledgement.

"Guess we all thought about it..." Simon murmured.

"Well, let's let him rest for now, shall we?" Hotch interrupted. "Today was particularly hard for him, he deserves some sleep." he added, looking at his little genius protectively.

"Oh hello there, Hotch" JJ smiled, looking at his gesture.

"Protective, aren't we?" Emily added. He looked at them, well, glared really, but said nothing. "Uh huh, now he won't say a word to us. Sooo, we can let our imagination get wild!" all women grinned at that.

"Now, now, girls, we have Setton to inform." Morgan teased.

"Ugh, I really hoped we could forget about the bad part for a minute. Thanks Morgan..." Penelope pouted.

"Sorry, Baby Girl, work comes first. Let's let our Genius Boy rest and get it over with already." he looked at her apologetically but everyone understood.

They entered the interrogation room just to find a corpse lying on the floor. Scarlet quickly ran towards the body, checking for the pulse. There was none.

"He's dead." she stated, getting up and looking at them.

"Cause of death?" Kingston asked.

"Suicide. Looks like he used his powers to stop his heart from beating. I'm sorry." she answered sadly. "We'll have to tell Spence eventually." well now, that was the hard part. He would undoubtedly blame himself for that.

"Yeah..." Simon sighed. "But let him rest for a little longer, okay?" he put his arm over his wife's shoulders and took her out of the room.

"Poor, poor Spence..." she whispered. "Too much. That will be too much for him. You know him. He might hate Setton, but he never hated anyone to the point he would wish them death. Oh my... This will break him... So bad..." she cried.

"Shhh, he'll have Agent Hotchner's support. Our support. His family's support. He won't be alone. We won't let him break without putting the pieces back together. Don't worry, honey." Simon soothed Scarlet, hugging her and caressing her back. When he received a nod, he smiled and put his chin on her head.

After an hour of restless waiting for Spencer to wake up, he finally did. He opened his eyes sluggishly and yawned, gaining a few amused looks.

"Wha'? 'm'w'ke..."(What? I'm awake) he mumbled defensively which gained him a few laughs and grins. "Wus I talkin'n m'sl'p?" (Was I talking in my sleep?)

"N-no, you didn't..." Emily managed. "Oh God, I'm dying, help, my lungs, my stomach!" she laughed, sitting on the nearest chair and wiping the tear from her eyes.

"Spencer, you're not fully awake." Simon stated, slapping his cheek lightly which actually helped.

"What? I'm awake!" Reid almost yelled, his eyes fully open and alarmed.

"Well, that's good." John smirked. "We have some questions for you." he looked seriously at his friend and sat down next to him on the couch.

"Guys, I know you have a lot of questions for me but can't it wait? Can you please tell me first what happened and why Setton is dead?" he asked, not missing the looks they gave him. Full of sorrow? Why?

"What's wrong?" he asked alarmed.

"Spence..." JJ started but couldn't go any further.

"What?" no one answered. "What!?"

"OK, don't get angry now..." Hotch started slowly, getting closer and putting a hand on his genius shoulder. "First of all, you need to know it wasn't your fault, OK?"

"No..." he moaned. "Don't tell me..." he whispered, looking scared. "Please, he didn't..." he chocked and couldn't talk anymore.

"Spencer... It wasn't your fault. She needed to die and he wasn't strong enough to live without her. It was their fault. Please, understand... Please, don't blame yourself..." Hotch tried to soothe the crying boy.

"I-I don't-... I don't feel well, excuse me..." he mumbled and ran to the bathroom, Hotch right after him. No one moved from their place.

"What? They ruined his life... Why does he feel sorry?" Morgan couldn't understand.

"See, that's what kind of person Spencer is. This is the only thing they were never able to take from him. His golden heart." Scarlet whispered softly, looking after the two men that disappeared behind the bathroom's door a second ago.

"He's just... perfect... Like a Prince."

A/N: Awww, I couldn't stop myself from writing the ending of this chapter. Hope someone actually felt the butterflies in their stomach... I actually think that he's perfect and well, I know every fan thinks so too, so yeah. And the thing I should probably share with you is that in this chapter I killed myself. I mean, Annie is my name and her character was pretty much mine so, yeah. I died once and you probably killed me in your mind more that I can count so I will just go and hide somewhere (I won't tell you where so you won't find me ha!) See you next week sweethearts!

Besides, can you see what I did there? I called Spencer Hotch's genius! sorry, don't flame :(